Longings Stories

Simran Two years have slipped through silent nights, Where memories once sweet, now taste of bitter fights. In the quiet corners of her diary, she writes - A baker lost, who cannot turn sorrow into light. Shubman In a shadowed room, with faded pictures in hand, He whispers to promises lost like grains of sand. His heart heavy with guilt, beyond words' domain, Begging for a chance to heal love's deepest pain.

This story is of two souls separated by duties, nations, actions and bodies but somewhere in between they learned to beat into each other's heart. It explores a complex relationship between them in many ways.

There is this girl named Avni Sharma studying in 9th standard.She is full of life,love and chaos. Being an elder daughter of her family she is responsible,full of ambitions yet bubbly in nature.She is dedicated to her studies and is a topper in her class. But somehow life became so harsh with her when she lost her father and then faced betrayal by her own best friend and family. But destiny has some other plans for her when she gets to know this boy of her class with a different section named Anirudh Singh. He is passionate, disciplined and tough. However he is a backbencher but good in studies and is a gentleman by heart. She eventually fell in love with him. Now see what happens next in their story.........

Antara bau colok yang mendamaikan dan bunyi loceng wat yang sayu, dua jiwa yang sarat dengan hiba ini mula berbicara tanpa suara. Dahlia tidak mampu memiliki Chai, dan Chai tidak boleh menyentuh Dahlia.

My love letter to Bram Stoker? IDK, if you get it, you get it, and if you don't, then come on in, we've got some Gothic energy to enjoy. Chapters every Tuesday & Friday (as long as I don't get writer's block) Lucy, a clever young woman in Victorian society, finds herself drawn into the orbit of the enigmatic vampire Lord Stefan Alrick. As danger, dark desire, and supernatural politics swirl around them, a strange bond forces them to confront faith, temptation, and love in a world that doesn't play by human rules.

Rajveer has come back but he is not the same person Naina who was waiting still wants him but was not able to accept this new Rajveer Will they be together or stay away

Here you will find fantasy poems, poetic short stories, and fragments of myth. Some were written in the quiet spaces between novels. Some are echoes of worlds not yet born. Others were written while creating Of Demons and Men, revealing characters and moments that live between the pages of the story. These are pieces gathered from many years of writing, fragments of imagination, reflection, and myth.

A story about timing, regret, and the quiet heartbreak of loving someone you can no longer reach.

Siara Tripathi doesn't believe in marriage. But she agrees to one - with rules. Three months. No intimacy. No emotional pressure. Aarush Verma says yes. What follows isn't just a marriage of convenience, it's slow touches, lingering silences, and a husband who refuses to cross her boundaries... even when she's the one tempted to break them. Because waiting was the rule. But desire doesn't follow rules.

some very casual poetry i've written for a few years. i spill my thoughts here every once in a while and i recommend you read my newest poetry chapters before the old ones (i've surely improved a bit). Published 30th August 2023

I know where this ends, yet here I am. Walking straight into the wreckage I swore I'd never touch again. There's something about this pull, this gravity, this impossible hunger that won't loosen its grip no matter how hard I fight it. You are my wounds...the weapon digging into my flesh, cutting deep and somehow still the remedy. The pain and the cure tangled in one reckless breath. I keep telling myself I should run. That I should slam the door, silence the memories, stitch myself closed. But there's a truth I can't outrun... some connections don't fade. They rot. They bloom. They burn through every layer of sense until all that's left is the raw, unfiltered need to see what happens if I don't walk away this time. Whatever this is, It isn't gentle. It isn't safe. But it's mine.....knowing damn well it might break me all over again.

Across the table, Ron frowned. "Why does it feel like I'm missing an entire conversation?" Hermione didn't look up from the banner. "Because you are." Some stories are about what's said. This one is about everything that isn't.

Рика: В реалният живот, любовта не е приказка. Тя е риск. Не знаех името му, когато за пръв път ме погледна така, сякаш светът му се разпада. Не знаех, че носи пръстен. Не знаех, че зад усмивката му стои империя... и жена. Той носеше фамилия, която тежеше повече от сърцето му. Империя, изградена върху сделки. Брак, изграден върху очаквания. Аз не трябваше да бъда част от живота му. Трябваше да бъда просто спомен от една година в живота му. Казват, че най-опасни са мъжете, които не обичат. Но още по-опасни са онези, които започват да обичат твърде късно. ⸻ Том: Израснах с мисълта, че любовта е лукс. Че мъжете като мен не избират - те поемат отговорност. Ожених се не защото обичах. А защото трябваше. После срещнах нея. И за първи път поисках нещо за себе си. Но как да избереш сърцето си, когато изборът ти ще унищожи всичко друго? Как да бъдеш честен, когато истината ще разбие повече от един живот? Започнах да лъжа света. После започнах да лъжа семейството си. Накрая - започнах да лъжа самия себе си. Любовта може да прости. Но лъжата винаги иска своята цена.

Taehyung: "You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't exist in the spaces I claim for myself." Jungkook: "But I am. I'm already here. Can't you feel it?" Taehyung: "I feel it. Every reckless heartbeat, every pull I can't undo... but you mustn't mistake it for permission." Jungkook: "Then what is it? Tell me what this is between us, Taehyung." Taehyung: "It's fire. It's ruin. It's everything I can't afford and everything I crave." Jungkook : "You are here, in every corner of me... and yet, you're nowhere. You hurt me, and I still burn for you. Why can't I stop?" Taehyung : "I wanted order. I wanted control. And yet... you've shattered both. Every time I think I've pushed you away, I find you in my chest, in my thoughts, in every shadow I can't escape. I can't have you. I shouldn't want you. And still... I do."

Tristan was the classic heartthrob. Gorgeous, gentle, and charming, he drew people in with his smile. Everyone wanted to be part of his world. Eden was no different. He'd watched him from afar, too much of a coward, perhaps for his own good. No one is a good person, and Tristan wasn't an exception. Their paths collided. Whenever they ran into each other, Eden wrote letters full of sentiment.

Love manifests in countless forms. Friendship, too, stands as one of the deepest connections humans can forge. But what happens when the lines between these two powerful forces blur, and a friendship transforms into something more?

A distraction from his entity

Trigger Warnings: ⚠️ Depression, self-harm ideation, toxic love, suicidal themes. 🤗 This is my debut on Wattpad. I'm writing these poems to vent my emotional frustration and to remind myself (and maybe you) that we're not alone in the ache. ❤️‍🔥 Do you think love should warm us gently... or consume us completely?

𝑁𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑛, 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡? 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 ,ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒!🤍

What would people think of me, if they new my past. Are we any less than anyone else out there in the world. What would you do to tied up lose ends that started to intertwine in your present. Am I paranoid for risking who was always there for me..I knew she would always forgive me. I knew she could bare the pain of her past more than I and I used that to get the life I wanted. The needless reminders, I figure if I acknowledge the past I wouldn't lose my future. I've been losing a lot of sleep lately...