Some heartbreaks don't echo in conversations. They bleed into pages. I'm here, not to be understood-but to write until it stops hurting.
My stories bears no ties to those who live or those who've passed and they are my own and my own alone.
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Stories by Nabiha Ayub
Shelter
In the aftermath of a deep, heart-shattering loss, a man finds himself trapped in a cycle of guarded isolatio...
The End Of Me
When Ayden Luqman wakes up in a hospital bed in Damansara, shattered glass and twisted steel are all that rem...
In Another Life, Maybe
Eli and Rhea were never perfect-just two people stumbling into love with baggage too heavy and hearts too ful...