Feeling mga kuwento

දිනෙක හමුවූ දෙනෙත් නොකියූ රහස් තාමත් හිතේ ගොලු වී... [💚දිනෙක හමුවූ❤️] yizhan nonfic sinhala happy ending start: 2025/06/03

ඒ ඇස් හීනි කරලා හිනා වෙද්දී තමා ලස්සනම.. හිනා වෙන කොට චූටී වෙන දුබුරු පාට ඇස්.. 🤎..

දේශ් 🤍 හන් සමහරවෙලාවට ආත්ම දෙකක් මුණගැහෙන්නේ ජිවිත කාලෙටම එකිනෙකා ළග ආදරෙන් ජීවත්වෙන්නම නෙමෙයි.. ආදරය කියන්නේ කොච්චර ගැඹුරු දෙයක්ද කියලා එකිනනෙකාට කියලා දෙන්න වෙන්නත් පුළුවන් -අවසානය කදුළු වලින් ලියා තිබුනත්❤️‍🩹 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀 _ආදරය, වේදනාව සහ සදහටම වෙන්වන විට ඉතිරි වන නිහඩතාවයේ කතාවකි ✨❤️‍🩹

රන තිසරෝ නුබ ඔය ගෙන යන හදවත "මගේ"

" Ibu Dina tak salah ibu ,bukan dina yang buat semua tu " - Wardina Aneesya "Aku benci kau .Wardina Aneesya kau bukan anak aku lagi "- Puan Aisyah "Aku akan berkahwin dengan engkau atas dasar amanah " - Tengku Aariz Amsyar "Tapi kenapa saya ?dan amanah dari siapa ? - Wardina Aneesya kadang -kadang cinta bukan pilihan ,perkahwinan bukan selalu tentang perasaan tapi pengorbanan dan disitu lah wardina berdiri di antara redha atau derita .Atas dasar amanah adakah akan membuat suatu perkahwinan itu dijamin bahagia atau sebaliknya .

This book was written in quiet moments when my heart felt too loud. It is about loving deeply, being left softly, and learning how loneliness sounds. These pages hold what I couldn't say out loud. If you feel unseen, you will understand. _________________ She loved quietly. She broke silently. And when no one listened... she started talking to the moon. This is not a love story. It's what remains after love leaves. For the ones who feel too much, for the hearts that were never chosen, for the girls who write instead of being heard.

the story begins from the past of the royal, who was a brave and dream boy of many girls who fell in love with a normal village girl the girl parents married that girl to a boy who also beat her and one day prince die in war and that girl was waiting for him till last breath and she die with the remabering there sweets memories.

Things I came across while reading here and there.

What if we had better language for our inner lives? Most of us learn the names of colors long before we learn the names of emotions. We can tell the difference between crimson and pink, between the gray of a cloudy morning and the darker gray of rain about to fall. But when someone asks how we feel, the answers often collapse into a handful of familiar words: good, bad, fine, tired. Every Feeling I Could Name is a poetic exploration of the emotional vocabulary we carry-and the many feelings that exist just beyond it. Organized around the subtle landscape of human emotion, this collection moves through moments of tenderness, restlessness, longing, grief, wonder, and quiet joy. Some poems linger in the still spaces of reflection; others pulse with energy, curiosity, and discovery. Together they trace the shifting terrain of the inner life: the thoughts we circle, the feelings we struggle to articulate, and the quiet revelations that arrive when we learn to sit with them. With language that is both intimate and accessible, Nicky Bennett invites readers into a contemplative journey through the many shades of being human. Each poem becomes an act of attention-a small attempt to name what so often remains unnamed. This is a book for readers who love thoughtful, modern poetry and for anyone who has ever paused mid-sentence, searching for the right word for what they feel. Every Feeling I Could Name reminds us that emotions are rarely simple-and that sometimes the act of naming them is where understanding begins.

"Oh my God, Ishaan! You smoke? Mtlb Aapko lung cancer ho gaya kya?!" Ishaan clenched his jaw. "Roshini-" "Ab toh bas chemotherapy ka option bacha hai!" She dramatically wiped a fake tear. Ishaan groaned, unable to take it anymore. In one swift motion, he leaned forward, closing the space between them. Roshini's breath hitched. The playfulness in her eyes faded as she suddenly became aware of how close he was. His sharp features were just inches away, the warmth of his breath mingling with hers. Ishaan smirked, voice dangerously low. "Agar main cigarette peeta, toh tumhe ab tak uski smell nahi aa jati, Roshini?" Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He leaned in just a little more, enough to see her gulp nervously. Eyeing her up and down he said, "Aur waise bhi... mujhe addiction sirf ek hi cheez ki hai. Aur woh cigarette nahi hai." -------------- ISHAAN SINGH RAJAWAT - 27. The ruthless CEO the world fears. Handsome, arrogant, and dangerously charming. They call him the Devil-a man who walks through life with a heart sealed shut and a soul drenched in darkness. His love is a storm, his silence is louder than chaos. He's sweet only for those he calls family... and bitter to the rest of the world. ROSHINI MALHOTRA - 24. A firecracker wrapped in innocence. A middle-class girl with dreams too big for the world to handle. She's clumsy, outspoken, and unapologetically herself. A mess of emotions, laughter, and unpredictable charm. Her heart speaks louder than her mind-and trouble always seems to follow. He's darkness. She's light. He believes in control. She thrives in chaos. They were never meant to cross paths... but fate had other plans. Will love bloom in the shadows of pain? Or will destiny tear them apart before their story even begins? When fire meets ice-will it melt... or burn?

Poems born from the heart.

මහනෙල් මලකට හෙලෙන මද සුළඟක්!

To the people still running through storms no one else sees.

I never planned to share these. They were just some journal entries I wrote when my heart felt too full-of love, of memories, of people I once thought would stay. Some of them are about someone from my past. Some of them are about the kind of love I'm still hoping to find. If you're reading this, I guess these words aren't just mine anymore. Maybe you'll find something here that feels familiar. Here's to bringing us closer.

"Ohh ශික්" "අඩේ හුත්තෝ මොකක්ද බන් ඒ වුණේ" "මන් කොහොමද බල්ලෝ දන්නේ" "ආආආ දැන් උබ මචන් මට කියන්නේ මෙතන වුණ මුකුත් උබ දන්නෑ කියලද" "නැතුව හුත්තෝ.තෝ දන්න ටිකම තමා පකෝ මන් දන්නෙත් " "අනේ පලයන් බන් යන්න, තොට නිකන් මාව බත් කන හරකෙක් වgay ද පෙන්නේ" "අඩෝ සිරාවටම උබ බත් ද කන්නේ මන් හිතුවේ තණකොළ කනවා කියලා හුත්තෝ 😂" 🩸𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈 & 𝐃𝐄𝐖 🩸 "ආතල් කතාවක් ද?" "Hm " "ඇත්තටම ආතල් කතාවක් ද?" "Hm" "ඇයි එහෙනම් මේ කතාවට 'පලිගැනීමේ වියරුව' කියන්නේ" "𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻." ⚠️අවවාදයයි!!! 🔴 මෙහි එන සියළුම චරිත මනක්කල්පිත වන අතර මෙය සම්පුර්ණයෙන්ම මගේ නිර්මාණයකි.කරුණාකර උපුටා ගැනීමෙන් වලකින්න. 🔴🔞 මෙහි වැඩිහිටියන්ට පමණක්‌ කියවීමට සුදුසු කොටස් ඇති අතර පොඩිහිටියන් කියවීමෙන් වලකින්න. 🔴එම කොටස් කතාවේ '𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁' කර ඇත.

Every feeling is like a note that begins a musical melody. Thank you for amazing cover @Hsu_shiii97

This is a collection of my thoughts on simple yet mind-blowing things that I see and learn from my everyday life.

Not good at description, just check out for yourself. This isn't a normal book that you use to come across with.

#875 in Poetry on 6/27/17 After writing a few poems and a few different creative pieces either in school or in my free time, I decided to share them with you guys. I'm not much of a poem writer, but let's just see what I can come up with. Just my thoughts...

Lonely Feeling