TaheraJoe

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!
          
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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 

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

Rahguzar-e-Ishq 
             – A Heartfelt Muslim Desi Romance!
          
          Looking for a story that brings together multiple couples, sibling fun, and heartfelt moments? Rahguzar-e-Ishq might just be for you! 
          
           With tropes like:
          ▫️Single mom finding love
          ▫️Reverse age gap and age gap romance
          ▫️Brothers' best friend 
          ▫️Doctor x CEO romance
          ▫️Sibling fun
          ▫️The strength of friendship
          And so much more!
          
          This story blends all these elements to create a tale that's both emotional and heartwarming. I’d love to hear your honest feedback—what did you think? Feel free to share your thoughts!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/390157854?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Nujooomm

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a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ] 
          
          heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones;  years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache. 
          
          a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain. 
          
          frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass. 
          
          evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey. 
           #adropofhumanity