Hello
I'm Aysha. I write about girls who are tired of being called "wife material" before anybody even asks what they want to be. 💍 The ones who get measured for aso-ebi at seventeen and told it's a compliment. The ones who smile when aunties say "masha Allah" but feel that knot in their chest that won't go away.

_My Peace_ is my first story. I started writing it because I needed a place where a girl like Neelam could exist without a wedding date hanging over her head - where she could be tall and chubby and unsure and still deserve time. ⏳ I'm still figuring out how to write, how to finish chapters without deleting them at 2 a.m, how to tell the truth without sounding angry. Just like Neelam, I'm still figuring it out.

If you've ever felt like everyone sees your future before they see _you_ - this one's for you. 🤍

And if you're here for the soft slow-burn, the grey kaftan energy, and a man who says "you're blocking the exit" instead of "wife material"... welcome. You're in the right place. 🔥

Thanks for reading - don't leave me on read. 😉