Kayyvie

Dear Readers,
          
          This story is close to my heart, and I can’t wait for you to experience the emotions, love, and journey within its pages. From slow-burn romance and unspoken feelings to intense family dynamics and heartwarming cousin bonds, Sargoshiyan is a blend of everything I love writing about.
          
          Your views, votes, and comments mean the world to me—they keep me motivated and help this story grow. So, if you enjoy reading, do share your thoughts! I’d love to hear from you.
          
          Happy reading & don’t forget to leave a comment!
          
          With love,
          Kayyvie
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/390717266?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=Kayyvie

Royalty_Reserved

❝ I Had Closed off all avenues to Your grace,
          But then, I found myself at her doorstep, seeking solace and pace.
          And what an astonishment that You made her to heal and renew,
          So with gentle care, she led me back to You. ❞
          
          Salam! If you get time, check it out! You never know, you may find yourself adhering to it! 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/376182598?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=Royalty_Reserved
          
          If you’re interested in historical fiction, this shall, God Willingly, certainly satisfy your thirst! 
          
          ❝ In Which The Dignified Scholar Was Lured Into The Darkness By The Devil Only To Be Moulded Into A Monsterous Killer ❞
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/376230697?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=Royalty_Reserved

Dellutionalfiction

 Hello , 
          
          I’m excited to share my latest Wattpad story with you all!  It’s a mix of comedy, romance, and heartfelt moments, featuring a Muslim couple navigating love, family, and unexpected challenges.
          
          Meet Arsalan Ahmed, a strict yet understanding OB-GYN midwife, and Mysha Zafar, a dramatic yet mature English professor. They’re distant cousins brought together by fate, with fiery chemistry and heartwarming moments that will keep you hooked.
          
          If you enjoy stories filled with humor, deep emotions, and relatable characters, this one’s for you! 
          
          I’d love your feedback, thoughts, and support on this journey. Feel free to check it out and let me know what you think!
          
          Happy reading, 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1503439288?utm_source=android&utm_medium=whatsapp&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=Dellutionalfiction

adropofhumanity

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
           #adropofhumanity

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
           #adropofhumanity