imprisoner

He: You like the night?
          	
          	She: I like peace.
          	
          	He: What do you think?
          	
          	She: About what?
          	
          	He: Marriage…!
          	
          	She sighed.
          	
          	She: I can’t do it. I can’t act like I want something when I don’t even know what I want. What do I want? *she narrowed her eyes*
          	
          	Every morning I ask myself Aria, what do you want?
          	And Aria doesn’t answer me. 
          	
          	Lines from “Sometimes Confession Is Hard” 

imprisoner

He: You like the night?
          
          She: I like peace.
          
          He: What do you think?
          
          She: About what?
          
          He: Marriage…!
          
          She sighed.
          
          She: I can’t do it. I can’t act like I want something when I don’t even know what I want. What do I want? *she narrowed her eyes*
          
          Every morning I ask myself Aria, what do you want?
          And Aria doesn’t answer me. 
          
          Lines from “Sometimes Confession Is Hard” 

Kashvir

Heyy author I have exams so that's why I'm not reading that much. After my exams are over I will definitely read your book (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)。⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠。

imprisoner

@Kashvir | It’s alright bub,  Good Luck For Your Exams. 
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Kashvir

Heyy can you tell me your update schedule bcoz I didn't open this account regularly and if you're okay can we follow each other on insta? And tell me about schedule (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

imprisoner

@Kashvir | Dear,
            
            To be honest, I don’t have anything scheduled right now. But I think I’ll start updating daily from today since I’ve gotten a lot of free time… (Well… yes, I’m free now.)
            
            And yes, we can follow each other on Instagram! My ID is in my bio.
            
            Thank you for reading my story. I’m truly honored. 
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Kashvir

Heyy, I don't know you will reply or not but just wanted to say I refa your criminals never feel pain. And I love it ❤ genuinely. Our story is different from what I mostly read in wattpad. Waiting for updates. Keep writing, buddy 

Kashvir

@Ibadatxdiaries of course I will. But it's my second account if I don't see msg then you can msg me on other account. And waiting for updates author sahiba (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)
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imprisoner

@Kashvir | Really? I felt a little relief after hearing this. Thank you so much for reading and giving your precious feedback,  it means a lot to me. I’ll publish the next chapter soon. After all, you’re my first reader!
            Please stay with me till the end of the story… I promise you’ll be amazed ♡ !
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imprisoner

It’s not like I hate her... but maybe I felt jealous. Maybe that’s what made me angry. But I don’t even know why to be angry like, why? Why does someone else’s happiness make me angry? Why do I want to snatch their happiness... their wide smiles?
          
          Slowly, I’m becoming the villain of the story. The one who hates others’ happiness... just because he has none.
          
          I’m that villain now. 
          
          [ Lines From My Book ] Sometimes Confession Is Hard 

ShaliniChakraborty1

@Memoriesssss, That’s a deeply honest and relatable reflection—acknowledging those complicated feelings takes real courage. Your words capture the struggle between jealousy and self-awareness beautifully. It makes the character—and perhaps all of us—feel very human.
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imprisoner

I never enjoyed being in crowds—not because I didn’t want to, but because they made me uncomfortable. They made me... silent. And slowly, I became silent even in my alone time. Silent around my family... around my boyfriend.
          
          Maybe that’s why he left me.
          
          
          
           [ Lines From My Book ] 

ShaliniChakraborty1

@Memoriesssss, That’s beautifully written and so heartfelt. It’s tough when silence grows inside us, but recognizing it is the first step toward healing. Keep sharing your truth—your words have a powerful impact.
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imprisoner

The suffering from sleeplessness is worse than anything. It depresses you, breaks you. I try hard to sleep, but it never comes early. It's 12 a.m., and I'm still awake. My eyes are closed, but my mind keeps running. I truly try to stop it, but... it never stops quickly. It takes time, slowly consumes me, and then finally gives me sleep—like I'm fighting for sleep with myself, with the other part of me that wants to stay awake and alert.
          
          Aria

Kashvir

@Memoriesssss I can totally relate 
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