@rosina_kiara
Hey just wondering if you’ll be updating??
@ifra1810 hi dear!! I'm working on it. The next updates will be only when I'm done with the story entirely... all the updates will be posted within short duration.
Hello! I'm Arcane, and I'm excited to share that I'm working on my first novel titled "Fazal aur Noor ki Fehmiyan." It's in English, and I'm committed to giving it my all. I hope you all will enjoy it!
The story features a best friends-to-lovers trope with a happy ending. It's also halal, making it an ideal read during Ramadan. If you're interested in reading it, please comment and vote. Thank you for your time!
- Arcane
https://www.wattpad.com/story/376845977?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=DingDong513
Author, I request you to update your story it's soo good that I'm here after whole 4to5 months... Just to remind you again please preety update
@12star_heart Wajahat Falak are the main characters Wajahat has been engaged previously to the love of his life but unfortunately she is dead after an accident. Now he is married to falak and his journey towards healing from the broken past is going good.
@12star_heart gurll.... You are soo late.. can you give me a brief note of your story and about the previous chapter because I probably forget the names of some characters, I hope you understand and yeah I actually loved your story that's why after these many months I'm still here
Asslam o alikum guys, hope you are all ok.
I'm new on wattpad, I've been reading books for several years but I started writing them about 2 months ago. I wish you could give my books a chance as well, I hope you like them and somehow you can get back to my profile. To tell the truth, I didn't know that you could also post a message on other people's account, so I apologize to this account that I'm posting a message without permission but I repeat that I'm new and I would like you to give me a chance.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/346353259?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=zainabnadeem2005&wp_originator=4pc0sxVrliVxhhrlOxugSWF5axEPAm%2Br0bAwtl4NO7N%2BW%2FzQ6IDIVAaFIy1wOy4Gn5eKNTF5gO3%2FPKAzqtL37%2BQ%2FcMeN6oRvIOSlMH0%2FZBBA%2Fx8h0RuwO%2Bq6yM9vKtrr
This is my third book and it's the my new one, I'm still finishing it, It is a love story between a psychologist and his patient, a story that at the beginning is in distance, I really hope you like it or at least the story can convince you. Being new I need votes comments and encouragement to keep writing.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS MESSAGE AND FOR GIVING IT A FEW MINUTE OF ATTENTION.
Jazak Allah and lastly, I kindly ask you to see my account thank you very much again. ❤️
https://www.wattpad.com/story/339675367?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Zivera_17&wp_originator=Qyp3W7KD8NhyAnFtPtE%2BaU73It%2BhtqwS%2FWi0dlkjrGsWlR8c%2B2mc3BwjvhwhhaiA4SLUsuci5IhQio3uIdIyAehLoDWHqDMqBR1cuSu0ANHAbcVj7Pa74q684NMIzTQu Give it a try! I hope it will be worth your time.
a small token of kindness (28th december 2022)
hidden parks and streams like earthquakes; what has fallen, what has suffocated lustrous. burning flocks of yarned succors, thousand cuts on a black december. with darkness there is no sight, no diversity, no light; what is underneath, how much pain unseen.
spruced thunder and rain that shivers; bones of roses, salt that slivers. rainbow that crinkles and wrinkles evanescent; equinoxes that confess, odes that raucously bleed. naive dew with dragonflies of sunsets, knots consumed, blush of ashes frozen.
vivid breaths, dawn that palpitates; speckled red that glows, ocean water thickens with native noor. a fortresses of mares and massacres; persimmons and rose quenched murderers. waist caressed with waterfalls, stories of prison; what if simple steps should be celebrated?
scarce metaphors, ignited honour; orange burns, peripheral endurance like november's. chestnut crowns, mysterious surrenders; wandering spines and vivacious respect. allow the storm to scream, to be verocious; you must remain silent, you must have it betrayed.
#adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness (07th november 2022)
patterns on palms and paws, warriors of lost tears; smears and sunlight immersed in veins; water and wax, both who prick sins. mind the bashful door, the silhouettes of skins unfurnished; freedom is only if the streets are not crowded with regret.
ports of integrity and boats of grace; rain a moon that reverberates, a storm and wings with their own mind. condemn the sky and its fingers of silver syllables; what cannot hold blood can only ever be vacant.
secure the horizon, wash the world with ancient rhymes; hang the throat by its heart. song of canaries, struggling cabarets; they say nature is weak where footprints are dense. here is the hand, the hand of reckoning; sometimes stalwart beneath abyss.
tides crash into limbs, limbs of salt and tsunamis; hope dragged in a slipstream, gratitude weather worn, vehement. find me in seas and mysteries; lock your eyes with the breathless cerulean. be it silly or be it the law; do not water a thorn hoping it will grow as a rose.
#adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [25th june 2022]
maps of mishaps, fortune stored in cages; where the sun has set, fate has begun its appraisal.
past and past, walks the line of lotuses; threaded veins and hearts made of needles.
daisy deaths and massacres; bodies of dust and rotten comforters.
murky predators, red velvet throats; beaches and octobers, stubborn sea salt.
what hurts water, how can it be pure? venom as sweet as rose poison, lemon juice and milk of a mother.
build a home, breathe into life, hold the thorn, hold the daffodil; keep the tendrils of vulnerability under the sky.
fight against the clock frozen with ink, the mind that has burrowed itself in air filled with tender knives.
as water cuts a stone, as snow rests upon the gold; a drop of tear left unnoticed in a desert.
hairs and springs of a fountain blue, the stars drenched in velvet; pearls that drown the earth in rain.
winks of clouds and veil of the sun; wars a home of the old, the blood soaked land a curse for the young.
petrichor rings the bell, the rain carries your shadows and envelopes; fostered flowers caressed by dirt.
how many a petal we throw to the forests, radical hope and cottage courage; and when the light is dim, surrender to the storm starving.
words and willow trees, pines and fallacies; what is empty, talks, the air and the wings of tongues.
how many silences are bribed with the musk of hearts; how many poisoned, entrapped, by the scar of youth?
they say life is a journey; nay, life is a house that was once lived in; insipid and defensive.
#adropofhumanity
Hey it's a beautiful story ...plz update it soon
a small token of kindness [16th june 2022]
meshes of moon scattered on the lake, a poet's grave; a wildfire graceful and kissed by rain.
soaked youth in yellow twigs; in boots and noons of malicious spring.
sweet as chocolate, bitterness subdued; what is this spring but a death that lures?
hands of maidens with cherry blossoms, a cure to the eye and a disease to what lays hidden; mind and magic to the world, a golden lung to the forgotten ones.
filled with temper, a baby breath against a caterpillar; white linen doused with earth's cold summer.
part and pardon, wish and risk; a heart that is prisoned in a cage is not worth a heart that battles.
lotuses carved on sour tongues, in places of disasters, of deceit; in cities of citrus.
place thy feet in armours of cherries, melted crystals and awakened violins.
saccharine sea bulbs, choruses of rainbow dancing as a wizard; aiming for the stars, wrists cuffed by freedom.
berries smeared with passionate blood, with nutmeg wounds and hazelnut deaths.
fill the bowl of the ocean, fill it to the brim; what it lacks is present in drops put into humans.
what is motherless requires not a different earth; kindness changes not people, but reveals their raw flesh.
[kindness does not change people; it reveals their raw flesh, their real identity]
#adropofhumanity