Deep Stories

--- Mumbai. A billionaire mansion. Full of people... yet painfully empty for her. Nirvani Suryavanshi. Seventeen. Once, she lived in a royal haveli- wrapped in her grandparents' love. Until they were gone. And everything changed. --- A mother who saves lives... but never has time for her. A father who never looks at her. Five brothers- but not one wrist for her rakhi. An elder sister- who was never really a sister. --- In a house where she had everything... She had no one. --- Ignored. Unseen. Unloved. --- But silence... Silence doesn't break her. It builds her. --- She was never weak. Just waiting... To become something they could never ignore. ✨

On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? 🎀 𝒥𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒾𝓃 🎀

a new student seems to catch attention for the depressed introverted student, wondering if they could be friends, but Lee Minho has other plans..

When you are all alone in a world, that has ruined you, and taken away your life. What will become of you? Insert yourself, in this action, drama, and horror elemented thrilling story. That is set around one city, where all you ever known, has been lost. Who will find their way through, at the city's heart.

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨. -------------- I have been stealing stars and descending into derived madness; it is to satisfy the parasite within me. These poems are all for them: to relieve the aching, to stop the itching. In this way, I hope to stay a little bit longer and touch the hearts of people feeling the same way.

Giulia mentálisan beteg lány aki a függőségei miatt elvesztette élete szerelmét, Valentint.

Secara logika, aku sudah berada di tempat yang paling aman. Sebuah ruang sunyi, tanpa interupsi, di mana raga ini bisa bersembunyi dari badai dunia luar. Namun, di balik dinding-dinding sepi inilah, perang yang sesungguhnya baru saja dimulai." Orang-orang mengira memiliki ruang sendiri dan hidup dalam ketenangan fisik adalah akhir dari segala masalah. Mereka keliru. Bagi sebagian orang, kesunyian di luar justru menyalakan volume paling bising di dalam kepala. Ini bukan sekadar catatan harian tentang bagaimana menjalani hari demi hari dalam kesendirian. Ini adalah perjalanan sunyi seorang pengembara yang tersesat di dalam pikirannya sendiri. Menyusuri koridor memori lama yang menolak mati, meraba dinding kecemasan yang dibangun dari ekspektasi, dan berhadapan dengan rahasia-rahasia masa lalu yang sengaja dikunci rapat. Di dunia nyata, aku memiliki tempat berteduh. Namun di dalam sini, aku masih menjadi tunawisma yang mencari jalan pulang. Selamat datang di dalam labirin pikiran ini. Sebuah kisah jujur tentang merapikan ingatan yang retak, menjinakkan trauma, dan sebuah pencarian tanpa akhir: mencari 'rumah' di kepala sendiri.

A collection of mostly improvised poetry that I write whenever I feel like it. Mainly follows the story of mental health, disorder, and trauma. Anything listed as a series reflects a bigger part of my life. Feel free to make your own observations in the comments. I love to know what people think of my stuff.

New York promises freedom, but Victoria discovers that the big city cannot fill the emptiness inside her. The tall buildings and neon lights hide her loneliness better than any walls, but nothing can erase the echo of her own restlessness. Then she meets Roman, an enigmatic man with eyes that seem to read her thoughts and a smile that lingers in her mind long after he's gone. With him, every moment becomes more intense; for the first time, Victoria tastes true freedom. But freedom comes at a price, and love can be harder to bear than loneliness. Victoria learns that true freedom is only found in the courage to follow your heart, even if her heart only leads her to Roman.

Malicia Lilith Malvora Oliquindra was never born into love, but into a life that disguised itself as family while quietly teaching her what pain felt like before she even understood kindness. Her childhood was built on silence that screamed louder than words, where safety was uncertain and affection always came with a price. She learned too early that staying safe meant staying small, and that even tears had to be hidden if she wanted to survive another day. Even her name felt too delicate for the world she was forced to grow in, as if it belonged to someone who was meant to be cherished rather than endured. She grew up carrying herself through places no child should have to navigate alone, holding together pieces of herself no one else bothered to notice. When escape finally came, it did not feel like healing-it felt like a change of scenery for the same emptiness that followed her everywhere. Her brothers moved forward into the world they once feared, but Malicia remained guarded, unable to see the mafia as anything other than the source of her suffering. Even love once found its way to her, only to leave again, reinforcing the belief that no one truly stays when it matters most. So she built a life of control and success, becoming powerful enough that no one could easily reach the parts of her that still ached.Yet even in her empire of achievements, there is a quiet void she cannot name, a lingering echo of everything she survived but never truly healed from. And in the stillness of her success, Malicia remains a woman shaped by survival, still learning how to exist in a life she built, but never fully learned how to feel safe inside.

" Feelings are what keeps us alive.' . Dive into this pacific of love , hate , misery , ecstasy, and fantasy to find your feelings residing in your heart . . I hope you like it :) . ~ siya

In 2094, orbital technician Thomas performs routine repairs in space-until a classified mission sends him to a dead military vessel carrying a secret he was never meant to see. What begins as a standard assignment turns into a sequence of events that should not have been possible. And by the time it ends, neither Thomas nor reality will remain unchanged.

Written for the dreamers, the wounded, and every heart left holding an unfinished story. This collection fuses prose and poetry to speak on dreams, grief, and healing. It's a light in the dark, a reminder you're not alone, and a quiet guide to finding peace when goodbye never came.

Bloom Through Briars is a collection of poetry born from surviving what was meant to break me. Within these pages are poems about childhood wounds, grief that lingers long after loss, the weight of depression, and the scars left behind by abuse. They are letters never sent, conversations with ghosts, and confessions written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come. But this is not only a story of pain. It is also a story of healing. Of learning to live with the things you cannot change. Of finding love when your heart has forgotten how to trust. Of discovering that even after the harshest winters, something beautiful can still grow. Like wildflowers pushing through thorns, these poems are proof that survival can become strength, and wounds can become art. For anyone who has ever felt lost, broken, grieving, or alone-these words are for you.

There's more to life than meets the eye. Not only should you focus on the art, but you should also focus on the artist who's responsible for creating the art that you enjoy and look forward to viewing every day! When you learn more about a person and their thought process, that allows you to enjoy their creations and have a deeper appreciation for them as a person! 🌸

broken, but blooming

When your mouth can't shout the chaos in your mind, write.

Enjoy a private glimpse into my mind, which is not given even to those closest to me. I hope you can find a friend in the words on your screen. I don't have an upload schedule; it may be a long time between uploads. I'm just writing when the inspiration hits. Some of the earlier poems are kinda shitty (Like really bad). They are some of my first-ever poems, so please don't judge based on the first ones. They get better, I swear. 😭 P.S. Feel free to correct any grammatical errors in my writing. I am by no means a professional, and I'm sure I have made many mistakes.

Don't read this alone. These aren't just words, they are pieces of something that stayed too long in the dark. Once you start reading... it might start reading you.

It's getting deeper and darker... I know I am not the only one. How much darkness can I take before I will be the darkness myself?