Poetic Stories

"I had never expected this from you. Why did you lie to me if nothing was true?" I spoke my heart out shamelessly because today the limits were crossed. He knew exactly about my feelings and he still played with them. He mocked my emotions, my love, my respect for him. I don't have anything left for him anymore. I don't know where am I getting my anger from, but I cannot withstand this much insult.

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ हीरे मोती मैं ना चाहूँ मैं तो चाहूँ संगम तेरा मैं तो तेरी, सैयां तू है मेरा सैयां सैयां तू जो, छू ले, प्यार से आराम से मर जाऊं आजा, चँदा, बाहों में तुमें ही गुम हो जाऊँ मैं तेरे नाम में खो जाऊं सैयां सैयां 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ "𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐮" "𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 " "𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐧 ?!" " 𝐈𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 " "𝐌𝐚𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐤𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐨" 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ #1 in Lucknow #1 in poetic #9 in Delhi #1 in cultural #1 in bestbookever #1 in classical music #8 in te

- a sleeping beauty retelling ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─ "𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶." - 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺-𝘙𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ⋆˚₊ 𖤓☽˚.⋆ "𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 " - 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘰𝘯 ˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 🪽 Update Nov 2025: Still writing !! will post officially when all writing & editing done Edit; so this book is a romance with slight mystery, inspired by a fairytale & with somewhat poetic writing! Please check it out if you're of any interest & even vote & comment if you like it! It literally makes my day! I recommend the Aesthetics chapter the most if ur lazy (like me) (In the works... (like literally in the works... Idk when this will be officially published but if I see a lot of saves // attention I will speed up the process I prom!!:) <3

"That's why you run away?" Harry gave a short laugh, though it didn't reach his eyes. His life had always been defined by leaving. Tours, studios, schedules that tore him from places before he could root himself. "I'm not running. I'm just... taking a day off. Trying to enjoy life." "You just rephrased it in a prettier way." His smile faltered, the defensive mask slipping just enough for her to see the exhaustion underneath. "Is it that obvious?" "For some people," she replied. "Most only see the surface. But some notice the weight behind it." . Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.

"I, as a solitary individual, am powerless to alter the form or the span of the entrenched masses; thus, I am compelled to move and ultimately divert my course. And so I ran, unsettling the established order of beings, disturbing my own position amid the swarming multitude of scrupulous, distended scum. Such were the people in the town I fled from."

In a lantern-lit café by the sea, music becomes a language two guarded souls learn to share. Elaine arrives in a quiet coastal town in southern Spain carrying a familiar instinct-to leave before love can hurt. One rainy evening, she steps into Velaris Caffe Lounge, where the piano is played by Rhysand, a barista whose music sees her before she is ready to be known. Night after night, she returns, drawn by melodies that linger and a man who waits without asking. My Skin Learned Your Name is a story about longing, fear, and the quiet bravery it takes to choose love when escape is no longer enough.

"A royal wedding. A forbidden obsession. And a night that washed the palace in blood." Crown Prince Dee Lan leads a flawless life, until the kingdom demands he chooses a bride. His heart is already claimed by a girl he met only once-a ghost of a memory that haunts his dreams. But in the Joseon court, love is a luxury a Prince cannot afford. When the royal choice falls on another, Dee Lan finds himself trapped between his duty and a passion that threatens to burn the palace down. But as the wedding bells chime, a darker fate awaits. The ultimate question remains: Who vanished on that blood-stained night? As secrets unravel and shadows lengthen, Dee Lan must discover if the girl he loves is his salvation... or the reason for the massacre.

She never asked me to stay. I stayed anyway. In a world where romance is celebrated and friendship is dismissed, Celestine Veil explores the quiet intensity of female devotion - the kind that memorizes silences, studies fears, and offers gardens without being asked. I thought I understood her. I thought I knew enough. But there were parts of her I never saw. And parts of myself I gave without noticing. How much of someone can you truly know when you love them more than they reveal?

In a city that turns its back on them, a rebellious loner gets tangled up with a quiet, sharp-tongued outcast. They sneak off to abandoned buildings and overgrown greenhouses, finding something that feels like love, but not the kind people talk about. It's messy, a little reckless, maybe even dangerous. Little did they know, every second spent together left a permanent imprint in their souls. Like always. Like forever.

In a forest divided by fear and old grudges, cats and foxes have always been taught to mistrust one another. Hazel, a curious cat, questions the tales she's been told. Glade, a cautious fox, believes every warning about the "other side." When their paths cross, an unlikely friendship blooms. Together, they discover that courage, kindness, and understanding can bridge even the deepest divides. But old fears die hard. Can two young friends show their clans that the world is wider, kinder, and more connected than they've been told? Different Paws is a heartwarming story of friendship, bravery, and the surprising ways our differences can bring us together.

This is a fan work based on characters and settings owned by Riot Games. I do not own the rights to the original characters or world. This story is a non-commercial work created for entertainment purposes only. Piltover believes in progress. Zaun survives on consequences. Somewhere between them, a quiet player learns how influence works-not through force, but through patience, information, and systems no one notices until they fail. As unrest grows and new powers emerge, a nameless figure begins to alter the board without ever taking a seat at the table. Leaders rise. Empires crack. Legends form whether they're wanted or not. At the heart of the conflict is a single question: Can you change the world without becoming the thing you hate? A character-driven reimagining of power, love, and leadership-where every choice leaves a name behind. Author's Note: This story is a work in progress and is being published as it's written. Earlier chapters may be lightly revised over time for clarity, flow, and refinement. Core plot points and story direction will remain the same.

Late night thoughts we all know to well. Stories still don't give me enough to say, but this...gives me a bunch of things I can say. Some of you might get what I mean. Some might even who I am talking about. Either way: welcome to my world. It's dark at times, but i always find a way out.

Kaniga woke up with a heart that wasn't hers, carrying memories of Dhevika and the promise of a thousand fireflies. In the quiet village of Aaraimathi, she meets Kumaran, calm, grounded, and the same man Dhevika once fell for. As Kaniga pieces together memories not her own, she finds herself falling for him too, discovering that some promises and some love cannot be denied.

The world under heaven, after a long period of division, must unite; after a long period of union, must divide. The Han flame flickers in the wind. By the sixteenth year of Jian'an, the north has bowed to the towering ambition of the Prime Minister, Cao Cao. From the ruins of the Central Plains, the Kingdom of Wei has begun to rise like a dragon from the mist, yet the path to total peace is choked by thorns. To the West, the lions of Liang Province sharpen their spears, and at Tong Pass, the fate of the earth hangs by a single silken thread. One victory will cement a dynasty; one defeat will shatter the world. Into this crucible of blood and iron steps Boze of Wuwei. He is no ordinary scholar of the Classics. For three generations, his kin have gathered the forgotten wisdom of the Silk Road-scrolls of strange scripts and relics of distant empires where the West meets the East. Carrying a mind forged in the fires of two worlds, Boze arrives as the chosen ward of the "Poisonous Strategist," Jia Xu. Bound by an ancestral promise, the elder master prepares his protege to navigate a sea of predators. But Boze does not dream only of conquest. Though he must lead men into the maw of legend and clash with the giants of the age, his heart harbors a vision unseen since the dawn of time. He seeks to bind the wounds of the land not with the blade alone, but through the profound alchemy of diplomacy and the soul. From the grim slaughter of the mountain passes to the shadowed corridors of power-joined in spirit by a stalwart guardian of law and a brilliant spark of the southern fire-Boze will guide a new generation. By the year 220, the blood of the Three Kingdoms shall water the seeds of a new era. In the ancient capital of Luoyang, a Philosopher-King shall rise, and a Renaissance shall bloom from the ashes of war.

"Excuse you, it's optimism and a balanced breakfast . Want some? " "I would rather eat a dry wall" Ayaan X Maya Grumpy X sunshine He fell first and harder He doesn't believe in happiness that lasts. She believes kindness can soften anything. Where we finally belong is a fast-paced enemies-to-lovers romance where academic rivalry meets grumpy-sunshine chemistry. Packed with tension, banter, and emotional moments, this story proves that sometimes the people we fight the most are the ones we love the hardest.

What if the person you loved the most... walked away before you could confess? Meera never stopped loving him. Reyansh never understood why his heart always felt incomplete. Five years later, destiny brings them face to face again - but this time, he remembers nothing... except the strange feeling that she has always been his home. A slow-burn story of silent love, forgotten memories, rain-soaked reunions, and a bond that refuses to fade - no matter how much time passes. Because some love stories aren't written in words... they are written in the spaces between two heartbeats. 💗 This the quiet devastation of Aashiqui 2 - where love is intense, selfless, and deeply flawed. And the softness of Saiyaara - where longing lingers, silence speaks, and emotions arrive gently but stay forever. Muse in the Margins is not loud romance. It is restrained love. The kind that hurts because it's honest. 🦋⃟☆ FL (Female Lead): Meera Sharma >A bestselling romance novelist who writes under the pen name Miro. In real life, she's quiet, introverted, and fiercely private. Her stories are known for their emotionally rich male leads - all inspired by one man: her college friend and unrequited crush, Reyansh Singhania, now a global rockstar and most famous Singer. ML : Reyansh Singhania > frontman of the world-famous band Velvet Anthem. Charismatic on stage but emotionally guarded off it. Despite fame, he secretly reads ( Miro) , novels - the only stories that seem to "understand" him. Inciting Incident: FL's publisher arranges a secret collaboration between Miro and Reyansh - a cross-media project blending music and fiction, to be announced anonymously until later. She's terrified: if he realizes who she is, he'll discover every intimate detail she ever felt for him, immortalized in her books...!! What would happen when destiny play his own game.. To know about their journey read this exciting story..

A mythos lit into being by an angel's descent, the forgotten memory of a shattered flower, and a sister sealed in human skin-slowly recovering who she is within the Dreaming. Five cosmic brothers and one watchful demon circle the past she can't outrun. This is a family reunion she never chose... and one the universe might not survive.

𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚢❤️ 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐... ~ the art of romanticizing life, melancholy and to put it simple: deep thoughts ~ ...𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. Over quite some time I gathered a little collection of different pieces of poetry which are all very personal to me, but which I would also love to share with the world. As an outlet for my thoughts ~ Each part will also feature a picture of the original piece I once wrote into my little book. My friends say my handwriting's pretty, I hope they're right. - no kidding ; ) really, I would appreciate it, if u took a look inside. <3 ongoing ~ more chapters every week xo, S🌹❤️ started 12/04/2023

An itinerary of reflections on an intimate map of light and shadow, where I chart a journey through my inner world in an attempt to understand so I can let go or accept-and, with a bit of luck-turn wounds into wings. Updates: Tue, Thu & Sun - 7:30 p.m. CET

Zimal Habib was not born strong-she was made that way. She grew up in a house where love existed, but peace was unpredictable. Where voices sometimes rose higher than comfort, and silence afterward felt heavier than noise. While others her age worried about small things, Zimal learned how to read moods, how to measure footsteps, how to stay quiet so the house wouldn't fall apart again. She learned early that strength didn't always look like courage-sometimes it looked like endurance. She carried battles that were never meant to be hers. She watched her parents fight and learned how helpless love can feel. How much it hurts to want to fix something you have no control over. Nights passed with her pretending to study while her heart raced, her hands shook, and her mind begged for calm. No one saw the way she broke in pieces-because she always made sure to put herself back together before morning. Zimal struggled, not loudly, not publicly-but deeply. There were moments she questioned her worth, her dreams, even her right to want a future that felt lighter than her present. She broke more than once. She cried where no one could hear. She prayed when words failed her. And every time life tried to harden her, she chose to feel anyway. That was her rebellion. She did not become cold. She did not become bitter. She became aware. Aware of pain. Aware of people. Aware of herself. Zimal Habib is powerful not because she never falls-but because she always rises quietly, carrying her scars with dignity. She is the kind of girl whose strength is invisible until you look closely. The kind who survives storms without announcing it. The kind who turns suffering into depth, and silence into resilience. She is Noor-e-Maru- a girl shaped by struggle, guided by faith, and pulled forward by a future she refuses to give up on. She was too busy surviving to realize something gentle was beginning.