Unsaidfeelings Stories

She was never the one to be late. She was never the one to forget. But on the day of our farewell... Sakshi didn't show up. Everyone else moved on. I waited. And then the phone rang. It wasn't her voice. It wasn't her laugh. It was the beginning of everything falling apart. I don't know if she's coming back... But I'm still here. Still waiting, Sakshi.

"They were never meant to last... and maybe that's why they never ended." Raha Sharma-first bench, topper, silent, controlled. Dharvik Kapoor-new admission, calm, observant... and her equal. What begins as competition slowly turns into something neither of them understands. From shared benches... to silent support, from school corridors... to unspoken feelings- their bond grows quietly, without promises, without names. But not all stories are meant to be completed. Some stay unfinished. Some stay... forever. Because Raha and Dharvik were never just a love story- they were a silence that stayed, a bond that never broke, and a feeling that never found its ending. ✨ A slow-burn school story of friendship, competition, and unspoken emotions that grow over time.

[FORBIDDEN TEEN ROMANCE] Krishna Vamsi and Radha Verma were never meant to be anything more than friends. Not in a world divided by caste, money, and expectations. Krishna comes from a small home and a smaller freedom-loved by his parents, yet suffocated by discipline, responsibility, and unspoken pressure. Radha, raised in a well-off but controlling household, learns early that affection is conditional and silence is survival. Seven years of friendship. One college that keeps them on different floors. Two families that would never understand. They tease each other, call each other dummy and idiot, share late-night Instagram chats, and steal glances they pretend mean nothing. But beneath the laughter lies a bond that's growing too deep to stay harmless. This is not a love story filled with confessions and promises. It's a slow-burn story about emotional neglect, forbidden closeness, financial gaps, caste boundaries, and the quiet pain of growing up. Because sometimes, the hardest love to carry is the one you're never allowed to name. Tropes : Eldest Son × Eldest Daughter Childhood Best Friends Age Gap: 16 × 17 Forbidden Love Lower Middle-Class Boy × Upper Middle-Class Girl Strict but Loving Parents (Boy) × Strict, Emotionally Distant Parents (Girl) Inspired by a True Story

They talk every day. They call without a reason. They understand each other... without needing words. There is no confession. No label. No "us" that the world can see. And yet- what they have feels stronger than most relationships. They both know the truth. They both feel the same. But sometimes, love isn't about holding on... it's about staying exactly where you are, because taking a step forward might risk losing everything. This is not a love story with promises. This is a story about connection- deep, real, and undefined. Because not every love needs a name... some are just meant to be felt. 🖤

"Kehte hain rishte tootne ke liye kisi bade jhagde ki zaroorat hoti hai... par kabhi kabhi, bas 'kuch na karna' hi rishte ko khatam kar deta hai. Aarohi aur Kabir ki kahani, ek aisi khamoshi ki jise sirf chand ne suna. Kya mohabbat ka khatam hona sirf ek pal ki baat hai, ya ye bahut pehle hi shuru ho gaya tha? Ek diary ka panna, ek adhura pachtava."

4 saal... na kabhi mile, na kabhi call hui. Phir bhi... wo meri aadat ban gaya. Ye ek love story nahi hai. Ye un feelings ki kahani hai... jo kabhi properly boli hi nahi gayi. Kabhi usne kaha... maine mana kar diya. Kabhi maine feel kiya... usne mud kar nahi dekha. Aur aaj... hum sirf Instagram users hain. Shayad tum bhi kisi aise insaan ko jaante ho... jo kabhi tumhara tha hi nahi, par phir bhi sabse zyada tha. 💔 Typing...

A delicate collection of short stories born from real moments of love, heartbreak, the quiet in-between, spooky stories and many more. Its more like a pov pala yung iba hehe Some of this are based on real experiences. Might be from me or from someone I know. With their permission of course. Some are also fictional and imaginaries.

Avaia Solenne Ortiz never thought silence could hurt this much. She watched him laugh, saw him smile, and felt every little moment-but the words she wanted to say stayed trapped in her heart. Leon Azrael Salvatore was everything she longed for, yet by the time she realized it, someone else had captured his attention. Now, standing at the edge of what could have been, Avaia faces the truth: some love isn't meant to be spoken aloud, and the greatest mistake... is staying silent. Because sometimes, the hardest words to say are the ones your heart has always known.

I don't think anything in my life was ever loud enough for people to notice. Not my thoughts. Not my feelings. Not even the way I slowly started changing. My name is Koharu. I overthink everything-conversations, silences, the way people look at me, and the things they don't say. I find comfort in music, in quiet moments, and in places where no one expects me to explain myself. This isn't a story about something big happening. It's about the small things- the unnoticed changes, the unspoken words, and the feelings that stayed longer than they should have. Maybe nothing ever really happened. But somehow... everything did.

Kabhi-kabhi kuch baatein kehna mushkil hota hai, isliye maine unhein shabdon mein utaar diya hai. Ye kavita ek aisi mehsoosat ki kahaani hai jo shabdon se zyada khamoshi mein boli gayi hai. Agar aapne kabhi bina kahe kuch mehsoos kiya hai, toh shayad yeh likha hua aapke dil se baat kare. Ek baar padh lena, shayad khud ko hi kahin paa jao

Trapped between fear and longing, Vienna misses her chance with Dani. The consequences: a lifetime of unanswered questions. ONE SHOT | GXG

Hello, this is my personal space for sharing my innermost thoughts and feelings. Here, you can discover the quiet struggles I face each day-my everyday life. Think of this as my private diary it's where the things I can't say out loud will finally be heard through writing.

Aliyah Suzette Mercado believes that waiting has its rewards. She is a writer, but there's one story she just can't seem to finish, it's as if something is missing. A story left unwritten-much like her love for a man she met online who introduced himself as Zy. Though they never met in person, she slowly fell, not just for the man, but for the feeling of being seen, valued, and enough pero bigla na lang itong nawala. Walang paliwanag, walang paalam, parang bula, a love that was left unwritten. She doesn't know where the story is headed or if it will ever be given a beautiful happy ending. What if not every story needs to mirror the past? What if hindi sa lahat ng bagay nakatuon ang atensyon ni Ali sa kwento nilang dalawa? Is there still a second chance for a love that was once left unfinished - unwritten?

letters woven together to create a collection of colourful poetry.

He wasn't looking for love. He was just a quiet boy leaving the library, thinking about books, tests, and an unfinished story-when he saw her. A single glance across a college ground was enough to change everything. They were strangers. Different lives. Different paths. And yet, fate kept placing them in the same moments-once outside a campus gate, once inside an exam hall. This is a story about a boy who loved silently. About moments that never became confessions. About feelings that existed only in his thoughts. Not every love story is meant to be lived. Some are meant to be felt, carried, and quietly let go.

To me poetry is an escape from reality or sometimes writing about reality.If you want to experience a world of gloominess then do read them.

Words are often loud, but what about the thoughts left unsaid? This collection dives into the unspoken-the emotions we bury, the confessions we fear, and the truths that linger in silence. Each story is a different piece of literature, a window into the quiet corners of the mind where feelings echo without sound. Step into the unvoiced. Listen to the silence Share your voices too and confess, to be heard

Compilation of poems

Free to read some of my entries within Writing contest

A Letter For Mother- None specifically, but if the shoe fits then I hope you do not misunderstood... Mother.