Unsaid Stories

Eleven years married. Two children. One house she has never fully felt was hers. Then, in the middle of an ordinary fight, four careless words: "This house is mine. You can leave." She said nothing back. She never does - not in the moment. This is her diary, written after midnight when no one's watching: the labour nobody counts, the woman she slowly stopped being, and the one question she keeps circling back to under every ordinary day of this marriage - Is this really a home? Or just a house she's been allowed to stay in, for now?

Some stories are written with ink. This one wasn't. It fell out of me... sometimes as a sigh that stayed longer than my breath, sometimes as a smile with nowhere to go, sometimes as tears that knew her name before I ever dared to speak it. These pages are not poems. They are the places where my heart chose words instead of breaking. Perhaps you'll find someone in them. Perhaps you'll find yourself. Or perhaps... you'll simply leave carrying a feeling you won't know how to name. After all, the deepest emotions have never needed a language.

"She built empires. He built walls. But in the silence between them, something softer began." Jhanvi Oberoi built her life with sharp ambition and harder choices. As the youngest CEO in the city, she doesn't have time for love-or the mess it brings. When a business deal demands a marriage, she agrees. Practical. Distant. Temporary. Yash Singhania-quiet, steady, unreadable. He says yes with no conditions. No demands. Just quiet loyalty and the kind of patience she doesn't understand. She's a powerful CEO. He's quiet, unreadable, and unexpectedly kind. Their marriage is just a deal-no love, no expectations. But what begins as convenience slowly turns into something else... Because while she's forgotten the boy he used to be- he's never stopped loving the girl who left without a goodbye.

Every single thing in this story is 100% real. No made-up scenes. No fictional tropes. Just my absolute reality. I am an extreme introvert, and absolutely nobody in my life knows that this crush ever existed. I never even found out his real name. But throughout my entire school life, Class 11 was the absolute best year for me-and he was the sole reason why. From the daily room swaps during Sociology to a heart-stopping interaction at the farewell dance, The Corridor Between Us chronicles a silent, intense bond shared between a junior in a white Anarkali and a senior in a wine-red suit. It's a story for anyone who has ever loved someone deeply, madly, and completely from afar.

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝟷:𝟶𝟶 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝟹:𝟶𝟶 𝚊𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖..

A space where unspoken opinions and hidden thoughts find their voice. It reminds us that the things left unsaid can be just as powerful as the ones spoken aloud.

▛ Watching from a distance, I see him. Laughing in the outside, but crying inside. Of course I know, I've known you for years. But all those years, have you taken the time to know me? I was the one who was always with you, whether you're crying about something, or overly joyed about something. I was always there, beside you. But all those times, you never said it. Even until the day you were whisked away out of my reach. ▟ The Words You Left Unsaid || Ⓒ SkyeWitch, August 20, 2017 - January 27,2018 (Completed) Sep 3,2017 = #906 - 901 Sep 4,2017 = #751 Sep 6,2017 - #492 Sep 27,2017 - #568 Sep 28, 2017 - #444 October 1,2017 - #397 October 2.2017 - #349

Poetry

There's this one cat who was brought into this world without her notice. Someone said, "I'll put you here, and live." She lives her life without any idea of how her life will turn out. She is just wandering around, exploring times and places that she has never been to, and allowing herself to be open to experiences and emotions. She tries something new, interacts with other people, explores new places, discovers new feelings, and gathers lessons as she ought to. Just to live. At some point, she encounters several perspectives, and it makes her question herself: "Why am I seeing this?" or "Why am I feeling this?" or "Why am I thinking like this?" or "Why am I experiencing this?" So many questions for a curious cat, but none of them are ever answered. Every time she wanted to ask someone, she received different inputs, different from what she believes, what she thinks, or even what she sees. She stopped questioning and just continued her journey in life. As she walked, she stopped midway struck by a thought that immediately came to her mind. Every one of us has its own viewpoint, because we see life differently. This is the specific position, spot, or place where I see things. And this is my Point of View. Meow's Point of View | Chellrich

A short poetry mixed with a girl's unsaid thoughts about this boy who completely changed her perspective in love. She has always believed that love isn't for her, that she's fated to be alone forever, that love doesn't exist; it's just a romantisicized lust or a yearning to grow old with a friend. Until him, someone who gave her warmth; instead of butterflies, who helped her heal; instead of putting a salt in her wound, someone who quiets her running thoughts; instead of adding to the noise. <<< This is my very first published writing here in wattpad and I am hoping that I'll get more and more confidence so that I could finally publish my stories ^^

Unfiltered & unbothered, this is a space of beautifully unfinished thoughts and mental detours-where randomness meets depth, overthinking becomes art, and every unsaid feeling finally finds a voice between the lines.

This will serve as a diary of my unspoken thoughts. more like a message from me to my self

Here are some of my poems that I've written in english. Hope you'll enjoy

A quiet space for the thoughts you never shared. This book gathers the fragile, lingering emotions that stay long after a heartbreak-offering a gentle place to feel, remember, and heal.

wrote this poem 9 years ago.. =) i was 3rd year high school that time.. the time you fell inlove too quickly but hard to forget the person, sadly.. ^_^ but whatever we experienced in the past, those are lesson learned. love that never been said is depressing.. >sayang hindi ko nasabi sa kanya< but remember, things happened for a reason.. =)

Words, letters, silences... If they never took place, things would've been better. Yet they did. And now, they ended up like this.

And if she were to leave someday, her words will forever remain ｕｎｓｐｏｋｅｎ.

Some stories are lost in time and left somewhere unscripted inside us. This book is one of them. Just a collection of unscripted tales of happiness, sadness, togetherness and love.❤ ~ #1 in microtales on 25.02.19