@happistachio
Hey, would be great if you could checkout my account for romcom stuff. Here stories are mostly based on friendships, mature conversations, strong male and female characters, no exaggerated drama or toxicity, and romantic comedy obviously.
Love and success to you!
assalamu'alaikum [do you remember meeee]
@happistachio its okiesss we used to talk before but yuhh i am maisha! nice to meet you all over again [also yes i hate watty for doing this to us too bro wth]
@zzehirligul wa alaikum assalam…. i donttt unfortunately… there’s no messages or anything for me to go through and i can’t remember a lot of people and i hate this… i came here after a veryy long time and was so shocked there was no more messages
Heya!
Looking for a comforting read this week? Here’s a quick list of my published works that promise love, laughter & heartfelt moments:
1. Bank Account
Who knew love could be credited at a bank? A fuzzy one-shot of glances, sass & butterflies, set in a bank. Light, romantic & oh-so-fun! On Wattpad!
https://www.wattpad.com/story/369417889?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Ruhani_Gupta
2. Phir Kabhi
A witty, sassy two-shot spin-off to Love Unrushed, set in the hills. Short, sweet & unforgettable. On Wattpad!
https://www.wattpad.com/story/371810376?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Ruhani_Gupta
3. Love Unrushed!
A desi arranged marriage story with realistic characters, humour & heart-fluttering romance. Complete & ready to read on Wattpad !
https://www.wattpad.com/story/262286159?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Ruhani_Gupta
@happistachio Awaiting your views and comments. The first two stories are quick read stories, one chapter or two chapter only. Love Unrushed! Is a full fledged novel ❤️
@Ruhani_Gupta girl these look so exciting, getting started on them :)
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
HI GUYSSS (BOOK RECS PLS)
wattshit got a glow uo (i hate it) but only here cuse i want to get back into reading and this is the way that i know i can get through books quick and out of my slump. So i want recs that aren’t fanfics or smut… on here or ao3 doesn’t matter. Thanks
@happistachio Hey! You can check out my completed books if you want? I'd highly recommend hasrat.
Also completed ones please, thankyou
Heyy its bino. Idk if you remember me or if you're still active on this account. But I miss u tons and we should catch up. Hope you're doing well xx
Also there’s no tagging? Dk if you get this, but i miss you too ❤️
BINOOO hii, this feels so surreal? We shoulddd
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
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
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
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