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Henuviya_Sheikh

@Phuphu421 ha bhn. Badey zamane toh ho gye h. Kya kre ab woh fun nahi raha, aur bina fun ke funkaar kis kaam ka
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Henuviya_Sheikh

@saneuser_10 idhar hi kahi thi bus. Wattpad se zara door ho gye thae.
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Phuphu421

@Henuviya_Sheikh jee pehchana
          	  Bade mudatoon baad aap aayee?? 
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fanciful_writes

Assalamu alaikum! Hoping you are doing well! I am writing an desi enemies to lovers book that has lots of chaos, comedy, romance and a little bit of drama.And I would really appreciate it if you could check out my book and share your precious reviews on it.
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/358410204?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=fanciful_writes 
          
          You can also check out my other book, which revolves around two sworn enemies who were tied to each other because of a business deal hatched by their fathers and then again separated because of their selfish motives. Seven years later, fate makes them cross paths again, but this time along with their six-year-old daughter.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/404853055?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=fanciful_writes
          

CBurgaa

Sorry for posting this without permission. If you’re looking for something serious and romantic to sink into, my story follows two souls through a decade of cold winters and heavy heartbreaks. It’s a slow burn tale of growing up and the endurance of a heart that refuses to move on.
          Please give it a try, share and add in your reading list? 
          Thanks a ton
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/376251290?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=CBurgaa

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ] 
          
          broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands. 
          
          systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken. 
          
          blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters. 
          
          the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope. 
           #adropofhumanity

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 09th september 2025, tuesday ] 
          
          a round table, 
          a conference of triangles, 
          fortitude or servitude?
          a decision to be sought. 
          pages of emotions 
          and binders of spiral thoughts, 
          moon's decorum splintered
          in the group aubade. 
          
          hollowed warrior first, 
          stepped and stood upon, 
          soundless glare
          with edges bruised. 
          happiness arid, 
          interrogation drying, 
          forts and castles 
          over murdered merits.
          and then a joy—
          foreign and known—
          repenting its birth. 
          
          mind of the crumbs, 
          heart of the loaves.
          no trek can trample
          the path of a trickster. 
          a lone chill, a surrounded cry, 
          traces of impulses
          in the fireplace of life. 
          
          a wardrobe of escape, 
          mumbling telephones.
          rotten tales and
          tatters of the pretenders. 
          guests excused, 
          world locked-up, 
          and again—
          the uncaring rouse
          protects to betray.
          the sky of memory 
          chokes
          the birds of today,
            like fluttering sage. 
          oh souls of flesh, 
          how similar are thoust— 
          from one to another— 
          you migrate in your palm. 
           #adropofhumanity