Relatable Stories

a collection of poetry written by yours truly. hopefully something in here will resonate with someone idk

I am a husband now. A father. A man my younger self would not recognize. But I was not always this man. Before her, life was a series of lessons; quiet heartbreaks, fleeting joys, mistakes I didn't know I was making. Each moment shaped me, each choice taught me something I would only understand years later. These are not just memories. These are letters... from the man I used to be. Twelve years of marriage, countless quiet mornings, and the laughter of children; this is the story of how love, patience, and life itself transformed a boy into the man worthy of the woman he calls home. It's a story of reflection, growth, and the kind of love that survives time, change, and everything in between.

"I just can't think straight when it comes to you, Deepika. Why do you do this to me?" says Arjun "I'm not doing anything, Arjun," she hissed. "It's you. You're the one confusing the shit out of me." In one sudden movement, he pulled her close. Lifted her chin and pressed his lips against hers. Updated twice a week!

Because first love isn't perfect... it's awkward, chaotic, and impossible to forget. Trisha Khanna was chaos in sneakers, the clumsy, loud, dramatic, and always one step away from falling... or causing trouble. Mahin Vardhan was silence in uniform, the calm, disciplined, unreadable... the kind of boy who noticed everything but said very little. She laughed too loudly, talked too much, and turned the simplest moments into drama. He stayed in the background, watching quietly... pretending not to notice the hurricane walking straight into his life. Same school, different sections, too many accidental meetings... and way too many stolen glances. Between morning assemblies, unfinished homework, last-bench giggles, and shared secrets, a simple crush slowly turned into something neither of them planned. There will be teasing. There will be misunderstandings. There will be moments that make hearts race... and others that make them ache. Because this isn't just a love story, it's the story of growing up, falling for the wrong reasons, laughing at the right ones, and learning that sometimes... the most unforgettable love begins with the smallest crush. ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ If you've ever smiled at someone for no reason...waited for them to walk past your classroom...or felt your heart race at the sound of their name, then this story is for you. Come, relive the madness, the innocence, and the magic of growing up. Because some memories deserve one more ride. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　 #1 in Relatable #1 in School life #1 in heartfelt #1 in nostalgia

"Come on, give me your bag. I'll carry it." Navika frowned. "Why? It's not even heavy." Yug smirked, slinging it over his shoulder anyway. "Because sometimes, Miss Sharma... Apka stress kam karna he, meri life ka happiest moment ban jata hai." (Because sometimes, Miss Sharma... reducing your stress becomes the happiest moment of my life.) _______________________________________________ 💗💗Update Schedule: Every Monday 💗💗 Best rankings: #1 in Relatable _______________________________________________ This isn't your usual mafia/CEO/forced marriage Wattpad plot. It's a slow burn. It's messy. It's full of drama. And maybe, just maybe, it'll destroy your "delulu" about Mr Perfect or Miss Elegant. Because sometimes... love isn't about perfection. It's about finding magic in the most unexpected places. Getting comfort, in the people you don't wanna even see, or maybe you do, just you don't admit it. _______________________________________________ Navika Sharma: polite until pushed, gentle until challenged, and lethal when she chooses to be. Brain sharp, humor sharper. A computer science girl who doesn't shout - she wins Yug Arora: the quiet guy until something pokes his emotions - then it's blunt honesty, restless loyalty, and panic hidden under bad jokes. A tech-smart, socially-confused boy who acts tough, feels too much, and melts the second Navika steps in. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Navika × Yug ~ NAVYUG: a new era ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She is the symbol of dedication. He is the beat of the dance floor. Her comfort zone is novels. His leisure time is gaming. She can rule with her eyes. He can ruin with his words. ***Tropes *** ⁎Enemies-to-Lovers (one-sided) ⁎Opposites Attract ⁎He Fell First. She fell harder ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Same college. Same branch. Zero idea how love sneaks in. But when it did, it hit like bliss- UNTIL DESTINY HAD OTHER PLANS. Will destiny separate them? Or love will find its NAVYUG?

Because some of us fail at love. | WATTPAD PICKS 3/2/18 |

One-chapter stories from other worlds and inner ones. Some are imagined, some are lived, all are transformed through writing. Pieces of fantasy, memory, and healing woven into one place. Whatever you're searching for, you may find it here. Sit back, and read between the lines. All Rights Reserved.

Jackie was only twelve when she met Derek online. He was much older confident, smart, and fully aware of what he was doing the very day he started texting her. Their connection formed quickly, almost too quickly. It was kind of scary how close they got in just minutes. It started with compliments and late night talks, but over time, the lies Jackie told to keep him around began eating her alive... And the silence she swallowed to protect herself grew heavier with every passing day....

Aastha's first job lands her in Ahmedabad - smack in the middle of adulting chaos. Dry chapatis for lunch, rushed mornings, and somehow still late to work despite waking up on time. All she wants? To survive the grind of office hours, burnt dinners, and crushing expectations. Karjun Shah runs Shah Enterprises like clockwork - sleeves rolled up, silver wristwatch gleaming, and not a hair out of place. Stern, composed, the perfect CEO... until he's home. There, he's just Kaju -the steady heart of a noisy, loving Gujarati household that refuses to let him be anything but human. Neither planned this. But Aastha keeps catching glimpses of his silhouette and falling a little harder each time. Karjun can't ignore the new drafter with too many things in her tote and an uncanny way of softening his world. Love doesn't always arrive with fireworks. Sometimes, it tiptoes in - slow, steady, and unstoppable. All images/pictures belong to their rightful owners. I do not own any. Thank you. Have fun reading! Started: 30/05/2025 Word count: 90,000

Two friends who are literally each other's lifeline-Rudra and Parampara. They fight like sworn enemies, yet love each other just as fiercely. A single day feels incomplete without seeing each other; their souls seem to live inside one another. Their love language? Fighting. Teasing. Annoying each other to the extreme. But somewhere between those nok-jhok sessions and dramatic eye rolls, their hearts are hopelessly attached. And then... oops. Parampara does the unthinkable - she falls in love with Rudra. Meanwhile Rudra, the certified idiot (with zero emotional software updates), is busy living his life like a carefree main character, totally unaware that someone has already made him the hero of her story. So now the question is... Will Rudra ever realise that his chaos is someone else's comfort? Will Parampara's one-sided love turn into a two-player game? Or will this story remain stuck between friendship and feelings? To find out whether chaos can actually fall in love - read my novel "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞" Warning: Contains fights, feels, and accidental love. 😌✨

What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it.

Don't have anyone to talk to, so might as well write...

Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten.

A collection of poems about nature, love, everyday life and my feelings. Enjoy <3

Vanshika Verma is a bold extrovert with a heart of gold and chaos within her. With a faith and bhakti of Kanhaji inside her, she is a teenage wrapped in firecrackers with a touch kpop air and fandom. Arpit Dwivedi is an ambivert with a mind of scientist but naughty pranks too. His world spins around cricket, physics, and peace. On the outside, he's the "silent top student," but inside hides a storm he never shows. Now, what happens when Vanshika's filmy chaos collides with Arpit's calm world? When fate decides to mess with Vanshika's "no love till I achieve" rulebook? Will this teenage tale bloom into sunshine and confessions... or turn into a bittersweet ride of heartbreaks, roasts, and reality checks? Let's dive into their story...!! 🌸 ✨ *A Silent Fantasy* - not your typical rom-com, but a rollercoaster of first love, teenage dreams, and unspoken goodbyes. 🌼 --- ### ❀ Tropes: °.° Extrovert X Ambivert °.° Sunshine X Silent storm °.° She loved first and hard, he fell late °.° Friends to enemies °.° Teenage fiction °.° School love & roasts °.° Bittersweet romance --- Do give a chance to this book and i assure you wont regret choosing this. DONOT ! I SAID , DONOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK !!

Nothing ever looks serious at first. Just a normal day at work. Just a tram ride home. Just another moment. Until it isn't. She notices things- the way people speak, the way others go quiet, the moments no one steps in. And once she sees it, she can't ignore it. This isn't a story about having it all together. It's about the days that feel off, the things that go unnoticed, and learning-slowly-where to draw the line. One moment at a time. One chapter at a time.

If I had the chance to go back to childhood, I would love the freedom from stress... but hate the lack of freedom to be heard. This is a nostalgic, emotional journey through the beauty and frustration of growing up.

If It Stops Raining is a compilation of stories that reflects different experiences in life and the impact that leaves; every story begs for the rain to stop only for it to hail, and it never stops. "There are suddenly chains caging my heart as if something wrong happened, and they gripped onto my heart until it bled, and even my subconscious cried."

People think they're smart. They think they know how to play you... how to take from you without you noticing. But what happens when the person you're using... already knows? "I Knew Anyway" is a short, quiet, psychological story about being used, being aware... and choosing not to change. No revenge. No transformation. No sudden coldness. Just understanding. And a choice that most people won't understand.

"It's not the end of the world." That's what people say when your life falls apart. But what if it is the end of yours? Not the world everyone else sees - but the one you built quietly with someone who promised they'd never leave. This is a story about heartbreak. Not just losing a person... but losing the life you thought you'd have with them. And what comes after.