Deep Stories

Let's journey together through time, stillness, and simply explore being alive.

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 🎀

#1 in Urdu. THANK You guys for all the love. Warning ahead: The story contains violence and abusive language. Slow burn.. snippet of Story: Her heart was beating so hard that she could hear every beat clearly. He was so close to her and she had nowhere to run. And then he started coming closer, his warm breaths were falling on her lips. She could smell a faint cinnamon like smell. Suddenly she felt his hand on her waist pinning her on the wall. 'Please, leave me be' she whispered. He kept staring her lips, His red eyes were frightening her. 'Didn't I tell you to stay away from me? Are you trying to tease me? When I try to touch you, you don't let me. When I tell you to stay away, you don't seem to do that either. Now whatever will happen with you tonight will entirely be your fault.' He suddenly picked her up with ease and started walking towards bed. She was crying and trying to push his muscular body but of no use. He was too overpowering. A lamb in the lap of Lion.

When you are all alone in the 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 it's way through, at the city's heart.

This story is about Boboiboy and his friend was on a mission to retrieve a power sphere. But, an incident make him send to the past. Boboiboy was help by his father, and fortunately his friend are rescue him, only to find out that they were trapped on the past. Now, Boboiboy and her friend with the help of his Dad and his friend has to adjust their life in the past without interfering with the past and try to find a way to their timeline.

ငါ့ အချစ်ကြောင့် မင်းထိခိုက်ရတာ ငါ့အချစ်ကြောင့် မင်းနာကျင်ရတာ ငါ့အချစ်ကြောင့် မင်းခံစားခဲ့ရတာပါ

He loved her quietly. She loved him too late. And somewhere between heartbreak and healing, the sky turned pink. This is not a perfect love story. It's the story of a boy who fell too deeply, a girl who realized too slowly, and a sky that witnessed everything they never said out loud. He saw her for the first time in a crowded cafeteria - red shirt, pink‑white bracelet, wavy hair, and eyes that felt like home. She didn't know it then, but that single moment rewrote his entire life. He waited for her. He watched her choose someone else. He broke silently while she smiled for another man. And when she finally understood what he meant to her... he had already learned how to breathe without her. But love doesn't disappear. It lingers in the places where memories refuse to die - in hallways, in old messages, in the way the sky blushes at sunset. When the sky turned pink, she came back. Not to stay. Not to fix anything. But to confess the truth she had buried for too long. "I loved you too... I just realized it after you healed." This book is about the kind of love that doesn't get a happy ending - the kind that teaches you, breaks you, and shapes you. It's about regret, timing, unspoken feelings, and the painful beauty of letting go. You, Me and the Pink Sky is a journey through: • one‑sided love • jealousy and heartbreak • healing after emotional drowning • the girl who arrived too late • the boy who learned to stand again • and the sky that held their story when they couldn't hold each other Not every love story is meant to be lived. Some are meant to be written. This one is mine. and every part of this story I have written from the bottom of my heart and if you don't like it please tell me but don't comment bad

The second collection of poems from Seth Hearn

After being betrayed by the woman he loved, his heart turned cold and his soul hardened. Pain changed him-once kind, he became rude, arrogant, and distant from the world. Love had left him broken, and darkness slowly took its place. But destiny had its own plans. It led him to Trisha-an introverted, mature girl with a calm soul and silent strength. She was different from everyone he had ever met. Though the world had already shaped him into someone harsh, her presence began to question the walls he had built around his heart. Will Trisha be able to calm the storm within him, or become the peace he never knew he needed?

A diary. A stranger. The same life - written twice. As Arix follows the clues left behind by Uxiro, he begins to question memory, identity, and reality itself.

He was danger wrapped in power. She was never meant to be his. In a world ruled by blood, bullets, and loyalty, one obsession changes everything. He doesn't chase love, he claims what he wants. And once she becomes his target, escape is no longer an option. A dark mafia romance where obsession blurs into love, and love turns into possession.

A parade clown gives gifts to children and families, but something dark lurks behind them.

I created this collection of poetry to eventually publish them, if I could in the future. These poems are created by me. small excerpt from one of the poems "She was never the problem child. They assumed she would do great in life." - The Middle Child Do not steal them or feed them into AI. These were not AI generated, I thought of them myself.

Every day. Every feeling. Every fight. In this life. I published this book because I believe people share similar lessons, just in different timelines. And here, I express my realizations in time of uncertainties; the lessons that made me grow; and the reminder of whose child I am. Therefore, I want to share this work to remind you as well as we never know who might need a word to keep dealing in this world. We may be different- unique in our own ways But we are one, to the ONE, at the end of these days.

In the labyrinth of love, our paths interwined but eventually diverged. We once danced to the sweet melody of affection but the music faded, leaving behind a haunting silence. Our love story became a book of bittersweet memories, each chapter stained with the tears of what could have been. Now, we wander separate roads, carrying the weight of what was lost in depths of our hearts

This is my Album called Jigsaw. It has a sad vibe but there are some songs with a kinda brutal or horny meaning THIS PROJECT OWNED BY ME AND PROTECT BY THE COPYRIGHT LAW (If you read this that means this album is still a work in progress. I will notify you if there are new songs released. I will also send excerpts from the lyrics into my public chat)

𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑎 ~𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓱 A raw, emotional collection of poems about love, betrayal, and shattered dreams. Fanaa is for anyone who has felt the ache of longing and the sting of regret. Written in broken breaths and unspoken confessions, Fanaa unravels the quiet destruction that love can cause. These poems don't beg for healing - they sit with the pain, honour it, and turn it into truth. Each page is a reminder that sometimes losing yourself is the only way to understand what you felt was real. Copyright © 2025 All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, copied, stored, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-without prior written permission from the author. All poems in Fanaa are original works, written from my own experiences, emotions, and pain. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. These words are mine-born from my feelings, my wounds, and my truth.

Harry Potters infamous half sister joins hogwarts after being home educated.chloe only a few people from family connections or from the death eaters,one of these people being draco malfoy everyone saw it coming but will chloe shape make it out alive that's for you to find out

"Like a withering rose, the essence of joy is fleeting when it is left to die..." - Author Not everyone is blessed with a happy life, some are left to suffer. Their heart breaks, their backs stabbed. All just to meet a single fate, yet they try to go against it foolishly. Do not forget, luminous moments are mirages that leads to horrifying losses in the near future... Happy interactions and conversations lie deeper meaning about what they went through. If you blindly expect anything like happily-ever-after, you might take the tragedy heavily. If joy is to be found today, then sorrow shall be found tomorrow... Try not to get distracted from their suffering, sometimes whatever is happening is only a delusion. The clock chimes as it's powerful arms move mercilessly forward, unable to rewind everything to the life they had desired... Sometimes the ones they sought are to be found buried into the cold future. Dreams and relationships often forgotten from the burden of their pasts. Death become something they once feared into something they will gladly accept as they face it more frequently... "As torment ceases, the tragedy of life also disappears..." - Author

Some girls fall in love. Some girls fall into the sea. This one did both. A Joseph Zada/ Jonathan Sinclair fan fiction about dark tides, slow burn romance and a girl who's changing into something irreversible by nature. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people, events, or locations are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. I do not own any real-life brands, songs, or references mentioned - they belong to their rightful owners. a note from the author: this story is mine - please don't repost or steal it. any real names or references belong to their creators. © 2025 [Lobster Lana].