umaima08

Hey,
          
          I hope you’re having a cozy day, filled with books that feel like old friends.
          
          I’m really sorry to slide into your space like this—I just came across your profile and noticed you enjoy emotional, character-driven stories. My friend has recently started sharing a story that’s really close to her heart, and I thought you might love it too.
           
          It’s called In the Wake of Us.
          
          She’s never known love.
          He’s still haunted by it.
          Neither of them saw the storm coming.
          
          Maira believes she’s not meant to be loved.
          Arham once was—and it broke him.
          Now they’re bound by a marriage neither wanted, caught in a silence thick with pain and unspoken truths.
          
          It’s a slow-burn, emotional read about grief, love, and the quiet ways people find their way back to themselves—and to each other. Not the kind of love that fixes everything… but the kind that changes you.
          
          If that sounds like something you’d enjoy, it would mean a lot if you gave it a chance. My friend would be truly grateful for your support!
          
          And if you ever feel like sharing your thoughts, she would love to hear them—only if you’re comfortable, of course.
          
          Thank you so much for your time. It means more than you know.
          
          Link:https://www.wattpad.com/story/391334086?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=_Softlylostinstories

BrokenByChoice

Heyy!! If you're into stories with soft romance, Love after nikaah with lots of fun, tease and banter yet an emotional Rollercoaster, twisted plots and mysteries. Here is the one you'd love!
          
          Inaya Khan and Ahad Qureshi thrived in the world of power. Where Love was nothing but a weakness.
          
          She was known as 'Fire' in the business world, silencing everyone in the room she steps into. But little did the world know? That beneath the heartless fierce CEO lies a broken girl, devoid of a mother's love.
          
          He was known for his cold behaviour. Droolworthy features, cold and empty eyes. An attitude that screamed 'mess with me and die'. Was he always like this? No. An incident from his past compells him to isolate himself. Turning icy.
          
          But what happens when a family reconciliation contract binds them into a marriage none of them desire. He was the one to control. She reigned her own empire. Both were broken, searching for a fulfillment.
          
          And at the end, hearts find their way home. As it's been said- things break to fit back perfectly. And like chess! At the end, Queen saves the King. When the worlds of power clash. Love blooms amidst the chaos. Madly obsession. Mind games. Manipulations. Lurking shadows. veiled secrets.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/385213435?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=BrokenByChoice

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

Royalty_Reserved

❝ I Had Closed off all avenues to Your grace,
          But then, I found myself at her doorstep, seeking solace and pace.
          And what an astonishment that You made her to heal and renew,
          So with gentle care, she led me back to You. ❞
          
          Salam! If you get time, check it out! You never know, you may find yourself adhering to it! 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/376182598?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=Royalty_Reserved

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

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity

adropofhumanity

a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ] 
          
          where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
          from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
          beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known. 
          
          swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
          a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
          forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility. 
          
          barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
          entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
          whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
          a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
          in a parched throat. 
          
          kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
          pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
          sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
          shadows stumble, shoes fade—
          a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer. 
           #adropofhumanity