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The love and freedom they both deprived of. A love story that never got written the way it could've. Miran Hamidi was twelve when his father sent him away. He was too angry to settle down and too stubborn to live under the same roof. . Aayat grew up in the same house, but they never really knew each other. He was the absent cousin who never looked her way. Their paths only crossed during Eid greetings and polite nods. They didn't have a connection. There was no warmth or hatred, just a distant respect rooted in tradition. Five years after his return, the silence changed. It started small-a cold glance, a sharp word, misunderstood gestures. What had been indifference slowly turned into tension and discomfort. ____________________ Aayat - "Miran bhai... main-main ne sirf ek class bunk ki thi." Miran : "Tumne sirf ek class bunk ki thi... aur izzat ka kafan bhi utar diya saath mein?" _____________________ Miran: "Scene mukammal hai. Ab agar koi taali baja de toh drama bhi khatam ho. Aayat : "Sir dard ho raha tha. Woh bas-" Miran:"Sir ya jism ka? Saaf bata do, aaj toh tum dono tayyar dikh rahe ho." ______________________ But love doesn't come from names on a nikahnama. And hatred doesn't need to be loud to exist. A story of missed timings, a woman who craved dignity and patriarchal man who only controls. This isn't a love story. It's the slow unraveling of two strangers forced into closeness, under the same roof, under the same name.
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𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴜ ɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛConcluída
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𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅-𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒗 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅. 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑵𝒐𝒘, 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌?Concluída
My Brainwork 1: Collection Of Poems
Hi everyone. I have decided to post my various thoughts via poems. The chapters here will be arranged according to different topics. You can read according to your choice.Hope you like them. Also, if you find typos, grammatical mistakes, etc, do point them out. Doors are always open to criticism.Concluída
HAIBAT
A slow story ..a little boring at first but it gets better.
The love and freedom they both deprived of. A love story that never got written the way it could've. Miran Hamidi was twelve when his father sent him away. He was too angry to settle down and too stubborn to live under the same roof. . Aayat grew up in the same house, but they never really knew each other. He was the absent cousin who never looked her way. Their paths only crossed during Eid greetings and polite nods. They didn't have a connection. There was no warmth or hatred, just a distant respect rooted in tradition. Five years after his return, the silence changed. It started small-a cold glance, a sharp word, misunderstood gestures. What had been indifference slowly turned into tension and discomfort. ____________________ Aayat - "Miran bhai... main-main ne sirf ek class bunk ki thi." Miran : "Tumne sirf ek class bunk ki thi... aur izzat ka kafan bhi utar diya saath mein?" _____________________ Miran: "Scene mukammal hai. Ab agar koi taali baja de toh drama bhi khatam ho. Aayat : "Sir dard ho raha tha. Woh bas-" Miran:"Sir ya jism ka? Saaf bata do, aaj toh tum dono tayyar dikh rahe ho." ______________________ But love doesn't come from names on a nikahnama. And hatred doesn't need to be loud to exist. A story of missed timings, a woman who craved dignity and patriarchal man who only controls. This isn't a love story. It's the slow unraveling of two strangers forced into closeness, under the same roof, under the same name.
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