Iddat-e-dil

Iddat-e-dil

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She had mastered the art of silence- not the kind that begged to be broken, but kind that kept her safe. People mistook her clam for softness, her quiet for weakness. But she knwe better. Silence was her armor, and control was her peace. Feelings were a luxury she didn't always afford herself. She drew invisible lines that no one dared to cross. She wasn't heartless. Just careful. And then he came- uninvited, unplanned, unavoidable real. The kind of present that made her forget where she'd drawn the lines. The kind of person who saw through the silence, straight into the storm she hid so well. She didn't know if he was the beginning of something good or the reason she'd finally break her own rules. But one thing was certain- She knows her worth. And even if she chose to feel again, it would be on 'her' terms.
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They never spoke. They never touched. Yet something between them burned-slowly, silently-like a prayer that heaven refused to hear. This isn't a love story carved in sweet endings. It's a wound disguised as a heartbeat- a storm that lived, raged, and died quietly inside one girl's chest. She watched him when the world wasn't watching. She memorized the way he breathed, the way he existed like poetry that was never meant for her- while she stayed hidden in the quiet corners of his life. She felt everything. He remained untouched. He was distant, untouchable- a star she was never meant to hold. Yet to her, he was the gravity that held her together... and the force that tore her apart. This isn't a story about being seen. It's about loving someone so fiercely, so sacredly in silence, that even absence began to feel like a presence. Because some stories are too raw to be told, too holy to be spoken aloud- they exist only in stolen glances, in the quiet ache of never being enough. ~~~ His Silence, My Storm: Loving in Shadows A haunting tale of unspoken love, quiet obsession, and a girl who shattered beautifully for a boy who never knew she was breaking.

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