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VEER SINGH AGNIHOTRI Cold. Controlled. Cursed. Once a boy who believed in love. Now a man carved from loss. He returned to the world he swore he'd burn- his father's blood-soaked empire, the mafia throne he never wanted. Meera Shah's death buried his heart. And now, all that remains is a storm that doesn't feel... Until her. --- KAVYA RATHORE Muted in voice. Screaming in soul. She laughs like she doesn't know pain-and lives like she's made of it. Graceful in her silks, sharp behind her silence. Everyone thinks she's quiet. No one knows she's pretending. --- He's never heard her voice. She's never shown her truth. In a world of guns, grief, and ghosts, can unspoken love still echo loud?

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✿Feelstora means a piece of writing that heavily influences the author's emotional state at the time of writing✿ ☆Feelstora is a book of unforgotten feelings, unvoiced verses and unspoken words penned down to poetry☆ SO ARE YOU READY TO FEEL THE STORY OF MY FEELSTORA...!? 🐝Top Picks of The Amby Awards 2024🐝 🌸Winner of Spring Fiesta 2023🌸 Featured on @TheAmbys @StoriesUndiscovered @WattpadPoetry @WattpadAsianFantasy @CoffeeCommunity @WattpadMulticultural @newlywrittenbooks @TCRreads @CelestiaCove @YearlyAwards @BlueBirdAwards

Crappy poems, sayings when I'm sad, happy, confused, etc. plagiarism is a crime! don't copy. TO BE HONEST, THIS COLLECTION OF POEMS IS MESSY BECAUSE THAT IS THE POINT OF THE WHOLE BOOK. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Ⓒto the owner of the photo.

𝙌𝙪𝙤𝙩𝙚; Words can shimmer like light on water-beautiful, persuasive, and fleeting-but they are only echoes carried by the wind. Promises rise easily from the tongue, dressed in sincerity, yet they vanish as quickly as they are spoken. Actions, however, leave weight in the world. They carve their meaning into time, steady and undeniable. Where words may wander and disguise the truth, actions reveal it quietly, step by step. So listen less to what is said, and more to what is done, for in the silent language of deeds, truth speaks without ever needing a voice. ~𝕭𝖆𝖒𝖇ì𝖓𝖆 𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖆

My compilation of poems, letters, and speeches... mostly about love and angst. "Poetry is what makes me open... It clears my thoughts, letting me express what I feel deep inside... It's harmonic and mellow like a magical lullaby..."

The Sky I Wrote On is a collection of poems about love, loss, healing, and everything in between - moments that feel like sunsets, storms, and quiet stars. These poems or poetry are the thoughts I whispered to the sky when no one was listening . Beneath clouds and starlight, these pages carry fleeting moments - love that glows like sunsets, heartbreak that echoes in thunderstorms, and dreams painted across midnight skies. This isn't just a poetry book; it's a place for anyone who has ever looked up, searching for answers, and felt a little less alone.

Hiiii!! This book would have poems of my own. This is where I would like to publish them, so please feel free to look!

_Crimson Whispers_ In a city that never truly sleeps, secrets bleed in the dark. ඇය - අඳුරු ලෝකයකට අයිති, හිමිකම් කියන්න බැරි අතීතයක් තියෙන කෙනෙක්. ඇය - හදවත වසාගෙන ජීවත් වෙන, ආදරේට විශ්වාස නැති කෙනෙක්. එක් රැයක අහම්බු හමුවීමක්, නිහඬ බැල්මක්... එතනින් පටන් ගන්නවා රහස් හඩවල්. ආදරය මෙහි මෘදු නැහැ. එය උණුසුම්, වේදනාකාරී, රතු පාට. ඒක හදවතට රහසේ කතා කරන Crimson Whisper එකක්. But when love is born in the shadows... Will it survive the light? නැත්තම්, ඒ ආදරේ රතු ලේ වගේම තවත් කෙනෙකුට වේදනාවක් වෙයිද?

random words, random thoughts--all things I left unsaid.

Front Cover art isn't mine • . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁꒰ঌ·⋆⋅☆⋅⋆· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·⋆⋅☆⋅⋆·໒꒱ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. • · · This is an entry to the ONC (Open Novella Contest) 2026 This story uses prompt 6 - 'While researching the myths of a lost civilization, you discover a forgotten God of mischief. After exploring their ancient temple, strange coincidences and uncanny events begin to follow you. Something from the deity has touched your life and now you must figure out what it wants' - with a slight adjustment so rather than researching the civilization, it is researching the God instead.

This is a collection of essays that refuse to leave my mind until i share them.

❝What if he didn't leave ... what if he disappeared?❞ highest rank: #27 in SS 1st place for Best Tragedy in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017 2nd place for Short Story in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017

"Tʜᴇ sᴀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴜʀ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ. Iғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ." -- Unheard Words *Unheard Words is a collection of poems written in English. Disclaimer: Photo used in the cover is not mine. All Rights Reserved © 2017-2020

Midnight Poems is a collection of raw, haunting thoughts-written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come and the dark feels a little too honest. These aren't your typical love poems. They're messy, aching, and sometimes a bit twisted. If you've ever stayed up too late thinking about everything and nothing, this book is for you.

➸ lucid thoughts of a wandering mind At daylight, at twilight and at midnight

In the quiet corners of my mind lie the words I never spoke, the letters unsent, confessions left in the drafts. I kept silent to shield the people I loved, thinking silence was kindness. But in choosing to protect them, I forgot to protect myself. This is a collection of those hidden truths, the raw, unedited pieces of me that never made it past the heart. I held back so much thoughts, feelings, and truths thinking that silence would spare the ones I loved. I bit my tongue to keep the peace, wrote but never sent, felt but never showed. In trying to protect everyone else, I never realized I was slowly breaking. This book is a quiet unfolding of everything I never said... until now.

A collections of poems about loving the same soul in different seasons. this book is not just about losing someone. it is about learning how to live with what remains. If you have ever loved someone in a way that changed you...... these pages might feel a little too familiar Welcome to October Diaries 🍁 where every poem is a memory, and every memory still belongs to him.

Cuando tienes tantas cosas para decir que si te callas te salen subtítulos.

The words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see