Anishkaa ⋆. 𐙚 ˚🦢!!

Heyy! Hope you are doing well...
          I connected with you on Pinterest about my character aestethics and I was told to contact you here?? Am I at the right place or did I msg the wrong person??

You know…
          
          For someone who never believed in dramatic love, you somehow became the most poetic part of mine.
          
          My Mr. Dramatic ❤️ ✨  ~
          you turned ordinary moments into something I still replay in silence, like a scene that refuses to fade.
          
          And me?
          your sdeewani…
          maybe I was never crazy just honest in a world that hides feelings too well.
          
          I don’t know what life is doing with us right now.
          
          It feels unfinished… but not broken.
          Paused… but not erased.
          
          I wish I could reach you, not to fix everything... but just to sit beside you and say, “you don’t have to carry it all alone meri jaan.”
          
          But some distances aren’t meant to be crossed… so I stay where I am, and send you quiet strength instead.
          
          You don’t have to be strong all the time, you know.
          
          Even mine, Mr. Dramatic is allowed to fall apart a little.
          
          And if my love ever meant something
          then let it be this: a soft place in your memory, not a weight on your heart.
          
          I won’t chase you through fate, but I won’t deny what you were to me either.
          
          So go on… heal, breathe, find your light again.
          
          And somewhere, in the background of your story,
          
          your deewani will still be there
          not holding on… just quietly wishing you well.
          
          ~aapki rasmalaii✨

Are you free??? Can we talk??

Madhav....
          
          I don’t know if this is prayer or surrender, but I’m speaking to You like someone who has nothing left to hide.
          
          You know everything already how I loved him…
          not carefully, not halfway, but like my heart had only one direction and it was always him.
          
          If what I feel is real, if this isn’t just attachment but something sacred, something You witnessed quietly… then take all my happiness
          and place it in his life. Let him never feel the kind of ache I’m learning to breathe through.
          Let every storm lose its way before reaching him,
          and every blessing find him effortlessly.
          
          Protect him… in ways I couldn’t, in moments I’ll never be a part of. And if this love of mine is truly devotion, then don’t return it to me— give it to him as peace, as strength, as a life where he never has to break.
          
          I don’t have the courage to ask for him… so I’m giving him to You instead.
          
          Keep him safe, keep him smiling, even if I have to learn how to live without being the reason behind it.
          
          And if, somewhere in the infinite timing of Your universe, there exists a version of life where we meet again... then let it be when we are no longer fragile, no longer divided by the world, no longer forced to choose between love and everything else.
          
          But if that life was never written for us… then at least let him never forget that once, somewhere,
          someone loved him like a prayer that never asked to be answered. Because I didn’t just love him…
          I placed him somewhere between my soul and You.
          
          And now…
          I leave him there. ✨

It's Krishnasakhii - your sakhi is back again... and officially reintroducing herself in full diva mode 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/396799251?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=krishnasakhii02
          

Dear "you",
          
          It’s only been seven days… yet it feels like seven years. Maybe for you, it’s just time passing but for me, it’s been surviving every moment without you.
          
          I don’t know if you miss me or not,
          but I know I’m still lost in you.
          
          You were never just a person you were my comfort, my safe place, my peace. And now, in your absence, everything feels empty. I don’t even call it “missing” anymore… because we miss people who are gone and you feel like someone who forgot me while I’m still holding on.
          
          I don’t know if you’ll ever come back.
          I don’t know what fate has written for me—Radha or Rukmini… but I do know this— I  still pray for you.
          Always. 
          
          My arms may never reach you again, but my prayers always will.
          
          — yours, still ✨

Hola sis ✨️

You like to be my girlfriend 

Dear “you”
          I don’t call it love anymore… because love feels too small a word for what I hold for you.
          You exist in the quiet corners of my being, like a soft flute echo no one else can hear.
          They ask me why I smile at nothing how do I tell them it’s you… walking through my thoughts
          like you belong there?. I have never seen you,
          never touched your presence, yet somehow…
          you feel more real than everything I’ve ever held.
          
          If this is devotion, then why does it ache like love?
          And if this is love… then why does it feel so divine?
          Maybe I was never meant to understand—
          only to feel, only to wait, only to belong to you
          in ways the world will never name.
          
          ~devoted to you just like I'm devoted to Krishna❤️✨

Done by me