Deep Stories

On hold - till June😅 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 🎀

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭; 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝- 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦-𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲? 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 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.

This is my 3rd book and I am rewriting it . I discontinued this book for a while because I was too busy for the last few months. Now I am free (only a little to write about 100-500 words) So I am gonna write this whole story from the 1st chapter. In this story, Boboiboy and his friends had a mission and after they finished it they got a vacation so they decided to go to Earth. however, the coordinates were changed and Boboiboy and his friends went to Earth but the timeline is in the past. Which gave him a chance to see his father ,Amato and his power sphere ,Mechabot in their young age. What will happen next? Will Boboiboy tell his father that he is his son? Will he tell his friends about this matter? Read to find out!! ⚠️⚠️ The characters are from the series BoBoiBoy and Mechamato which are made by Monsta. I do not own them ⚠️⚠️

Just poetry. My random thoughts expressed by poetry, lyrics and quotes.

a bunch of , quiet emotion, feelings...and deep meanings.., you gonna read about yourself too beautiful thoughts of a teenager....

A spoken-word series about boys growing into expectations, fathers passing down truths, and the strange silence that lives at 30,000 feet. This flight is only just beginning.

I'll never stop thinking about you.

It doesn't need a place. It doesn't need a body. It waits... in the dark. It feeds on fear. And once you feel it, it doesn't leave. It stays. Watching.

In the ancient Chinese concept, cicadas were somewhat similar to the Egyptian scarab beetles, as they emerged from the soil with high pitched sounds, carrying even greater hope of survival.

He should've kept his eyes on him. It wasn't supposed to be anything. And yet- the more you look, the less there is to see. Maybe there was never a problem. Or maybe... it just wasn't meant to be found.

One girl. Two best friends. And feelings complicated enough to ruin everything. Ekansh Rathore is cold, intimidating, and impossible to understand. Vedant Singhania is charming, chaotic, and way too easy to trust. Nandini was never supposed to fall between them. But some stories begin exactly where they shouldn't.

162 beats per minute. "My God..." The words slipped out before he could stop them. "What... is that, Li?" His voice trembled. "And... what is that sound...?" Silence. "A heartbeat... Xuan," Dr. Li said quietly. "Another heartbeat." Another heartbeat. Something impossible. Something that should not exist. Something science could not explain. ------------------------------------------------------------- Professor Chen Xuan was never meant to carry life. But when an experiment crosses the boundaries of biology, ethics, and humanity, he is forced into a reality where logic fails... and something far more human begins. For eight months, he protected a life that was not supposed to exist. For eight months, he became something the world would never accept. And then- they took it away. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now, he walks into a world beyond humanity itself, not as a scientist... but as a mother. Because no matter what- a mother is a mother.

Words for the forgotten, the brokenhearted and the betrayed. Maybe these simple words release the heart from inside and may you feel less alone.

I learned how to hate myself long before I ever understood who I was. These poems follow that path-comparison, self-destruction, and the quiet ways I kept pushing myself closer to the edge without realizing it. And the slow, uncertain process of stopping, letting go... and learning how to choose myself again.

Something is wrong. Not in a way you can see. Not in a way you can prove. But once you notice it- you can't unsee it. --- On his first day at a new school, everything feels... almost normal. The corridors are filled with noise. The routine is familiar. Nothing stands out. Except for one thing. Her. --- She doesn't belong to the background like everyone else. She feels... fixed. Unchanging. Like she exists outside whatever is quietly shifting beneath reality. --- At first, it's easy to ignore. A moment that lasts too long. A silence that shouldn't be there. A feeling that something is watching-not him, but everything. --- Then people start to stop. Mid-step. Mid-sentence. Mid-breath. Time fractures. Patterns repeat. And something unseen begins to take control. --- It doesn't ask. It doesn't warn. It only observes. And adapts. --- Some try to understand it. Some try to use it. Some don't realize it's already inside them. --- But the truth is worse than any of them imagined- because this isn't something that can be escaped. --- It's learning. --- And when it finally decides what to keep- and what to erase- there won't be a second chance. --- Because the only way to stop it... is to disappear with it.

This is not a story about dying. It is a story about living - fully, honestly, and on one's own terms. Corey has his whole life ahead of him... until he doesn't. After a life-changing diagnosis, he makes a choice most wouldn't understand: instead of going home, he keeps going. Traveling across the world with his friends, he chooses to experience everything he still can - laughter, connection, quiet moments, and the kind of clarity that only comes when time feels limited. Through the pages of his personal journal, Corey captures not what he's losing... but everything he refuses to miss. When his journey finally brings him home, and his story reaches its final chapter, the truth of how he lived begins to unfold for those he loved most. And in that understanding, they begin to see life differently too. Life on My Terms is a deeply emotional and uplifting story about love, choice, family, and the quiet courage it takes to truly live. This isn't a story about the end. It's about everything that comes before it.

This book is not just about love- it is about what love was, what it has become, and what we still hope it can be. In a world of talking stages, ghosting, and situationships, love often feels temporary and confusing. But was it always like this? Through personal reflections, real experiences, and timeless stories of devotion, this book explores heartbreak, ego, attachment, healing, and the kind of love worth waiting for. Maybe this book won't give you answers. Maybe it will just help you understand your own feelings a little better. And maybe... you'll find a piece of yourself in these pages.

The world Anna knew is gone. Left broken by a mission that claimed the lives of those she trusted most, she runs through the shadows of Europe and Eurasia with little more than a bloodied lab coat, a memory stick, and the pills barely keeping her alive. Memories haunt her at every turn-the faces of the fallen, the weight of her survival. Every step feels heavier, every fleeting refuge more fragile. When she crosses paths with Knox, a man as guarded as she is, it feels less like salvation and more like a trap. He claims to know more about the experiments that tore her life apart, yet every word he speaks sounds like a half-truth. Their alliance is uneasy, fraught with mistrust and silence, yet Anna has no choice but to follow him as they flee through Athens, Russia, and Madrid, chased by enemies she cannot outrun. Knox talks of redemption, of making the project humane, but Anna isn't sure she believes him-or if she even wants to. Her body is failing, her mind is splintering, and the pills that sustain her are running out. All she knows is the unrelenting weight of guilt and the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, she can find a way to stop running and start fighting back. Phantoms of Guilt is an emotionally charged journey through survival, loss, and the fragile threads of trust that bind the broken. It is a story of resilience in the face of betrayal and the unyielding hope that, even in the darkest moments, there is something left worth fighting for.

Some loves burn so brightly, they leave scars. Some hearts beat in secret, hoping to be heard. Some stories... are too intense to forget. In The Last Pages of Us, every moment is a spark, every glance a memory, and every choice carries the weight of a thousand emotions. Love, loss, and longing intertwine in a tale that will stay with you long after the final page.

meraki [may - rah - keey] ● Greek •{adj.} to do something with soul, creativity or love; putting a piece of yourself into what you do.