sria

          You said you’re feeling depressed and don’t know how long you can hold yourself together, and that line hurt. Not in a dramatic way, but in a real way. Because I can feel how tired you are. Not physically tired, but soul tired. The kind where even breathing feels like work and smiling feels fake.
          But listen to me okay. The fact that you think old you would have given up already means you didn’t. You are still here. You are still fighting even if it doesn’t look like fighting. Waking up everyday when you don’t want to is fighting. Existing when your mind is against you is fighting. You are stronger than you are giving yourself credit for.
          And about writing… you say it’s not even your hobby or something you’re good at. But you still wrote. You created characters that are happier than you. Do you even realise what that means. Somewhere inside you still believe in better days. Somewhere inside you still imagine togetherness, comfort, love. That hope did not die. If it was dead, you wouldn’t be able to write those stories at all.
          You said your characters are together to sort things out while you feel alone. But maybe writing them is your way of giving yourself the comfort you don’t have right now. That is not stupid. That is not weak. That is survival.
          And when you said you hate that you are existing in this world… that scared me. Because you matter more than you think. Even if you feel like just a body right now. Even if you feel like your soul is sucked out. Feelings are not permanent even when they feel endless. This phase is loud and heavy but it is not forever.
          

STOP SCROLLING 
          because if you like slow-burn, awkward silences, and “nothing happened but everything shifted” energy… this book is about to camp in your brain rent-free.
          
          ✨ No insta-love.
          No dramatic grabs.
          No “he looked at her and the world exploded.”
          
          Just:
          – walking side by side
          – texts that mean more than paragraphs
          – silence that feels loud
          – two emotionally constipated college kids doing absolutely nothing and somehow EVERYTHING
          
          This story moves like Indian evenings.
          Slow. Warm. A little chaotic. Very real.
          
          If you’ve ever:
          • reread a text 7 times
          • liked the pause more than the confession
          • believed vibes > dialogues
          • fallen for someone between classes, not in them
          
          Yeah. This is for you.
          
          Warning ⚠️
          May cause:
          – excessive staring at walls
          – soft chest pain
          – “why is this so relatable?” moments
          – emotional attachment to characters who refuse to escalate
          
          Read it. Sit with it.
          Let the static hit.
          ps sorry for posting here!!<3
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/407585317?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=violetriot
          
          

Ban gaye cool? Bola tha maine follow karlo insta pe—
          Nahi nahi hume toh non-chalant readers banna hain.
          
          Maangna ab happy ending. Gande kahike.

Come back karein? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Didi never think of these sort of things. I would say that you are the strongest person I know who is giving this shitty life a chance and I want you to know that your followers will always support you no matter what. If one door closes god always opens another one, and your work is amazing in both wattpad and in youtube, I am waiting like a patient child for your new chapters and video spoilers. Don't give up, never give up the world is a cruel place but it's people like you who makes it livable for other too. Love your work and support you to the fullest.

Hey.
          ‎
          ‎I am posting this separately - not as a reply because I desperately want you to read it. 
          ‎
          ‎I saw your that message at your profile and I want to tell you that reading that didn’t feel like “victim card.” It felt like someone who’s just really, really tired. And there’s a difference. You’re not trying to get attention - you sound overwhelmed and done with pretending you’re okay.
          ‎
          ‎And please stop saying “Sria is dead.” You’re not gone. You’re just exhausted. When everything piles up at once, it can make you feel empty, like you’re just moving through days without actually living them. That doesn’t mean you’ve disappeared. It just means you need a break from carrying everything alone.
          ‎
          ‎You said old you would’ve given up already - but you didn’t. That matters more than you think.
          ‎
          ‎Also can we talk about how you write literal rom-coms while feeling like this? That’s insane in the most powerful way. You created characters who find comfort in each other. Who sort things out. Who stay. You think that came from nowhere? That softness is yours.
          ‎
          ‎And the “only body is existing” line? That hurt to read. Because we can feel you’re drained. 
          ‎
          ‎But ending everything? No. Absolutely not. We are not letting a temporary storm convince you that you are the problem. You are overwhelmed. That’s it. Not broken. Not soulless. Not finished.
          ‎
          ‎If you can’t write a chapter, don’t. If you can’t be positive, don’t. Just exist loudly. Rant. Be messy. Be angry. Be soft. But stay.
          ‎
          ‎Because I promise you — as a reader — we don’t just wait for your updates.
          ‎
          ‎We wait for you.
          ‎
          ‎And even if you think Sria is gone… she’s still in every line you write. And she’s stronger than she thinks. 
          ‎
          ‎Now drink some water and breath. 
          ‎
          ‎Koi hai ya nahi, lekin me hun. Loyalist readerrrr 

"Who got you blushing like that?" 
          
          Ved's pov Whenever he is with Tanishi. 
          That bish doesn't fear both shivika and Nishchit ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠•́⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠•̀⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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Feeling depressed. Chapter likhu? 
          I don't know what shi I would end up writing though.
          So much is happening in my life. I bet Old me to would have given up already. 
          
          But the thing is... I don't know how long I will be able to hold myself together. I... Just want to write. And it has become a wishful thinking for the last few weeks.
          
          Writing isnt even my hobby or something I am an ace at. But I wrote about people who are far more happier than me, despite my characters being the same age as me... They are living one of the best life I could possibly think of. Yes their backstories are dark. But atleast they are together to sort things out.
          
          Trying to just breathe everyday has become a chore. I hate that I am existing in this world. And I know I shouldn't say this out here infront of everyone, but I don't have any other place to rant. 
          
          Funny this place is also not safe, someone will take ss and say "sria is trying to play victim card".
          
          Sorry but sria is dead. 
          Only the body is existing rn. Everything has sucked up my soul. 
          
          Maybe I should just end everything here. 
          

Hope you’re doing well… I just wanted to check on you dear author! How are your exams going and just generally how’s life. @Sriawrts