Deep Stories

On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? 🎀 𝒥𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒾𝓃 🎀

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨. -------------- I have been stealing stars and descending into derived madness; it is to satisfy the parasite within me. These poems are all for them... to relieve the aching, to stop the itching. In this way, I hope to stay a little bit longer and touch the hearts of people feeling the same way.

Hokuto Daijo has spent her career playing the ideal male roles as a male-role actor (otokoyaku) in a theater troupe. Identifying as a lesbian, she has maintained the boundaries of her own identity by loving women. That is until she meets Shoko Takashina, a videographer who lives in the narrow space between logic and emotion, possessing an androgyne beauty. Hokuto finds herself intensely drawn to Shoko. However, as their relationship deepens, Shoko reveals a striking fact: "Biologically, I am a man." Her sense of identity begins to waver. As a lesbian, how should she love him-or her? She is caught between society's gaze, her past lovers, and her own internal conflict. Will Shoko's words-"Gender is just a variable; it is not the essence"-save Hokuto from her pain, or will they push her away? This is a painful yet beautiful record of two people rebuilding their lives, navigating blindly to forge a relationship that cannot be defined by existing words. What is the answer they will finally discover in a place where no boundaries exist?

Chadt doomscrolled past a spell. Now, in every dream, a cyber-angel drags him through history to save Reality from leaking. Great. No pressure. --- Every night, Chadt joins Tian's field studies of Humanities. Meaning, the whole of Humanity. But their practical work is a race across history - fending off the Extractors, cosmic entities trying to drain all Value from reality. Each Leak sealed brings them a little closer. But it might not be enough to tip the scales of the Last Battle at the Singularity, where Tian's people are losing. --- This is a test to gauge interest - I've seen nothing like it on platforms. Target rhythm is one chapter per week, but nothing more will be posted before September unless there's demand. I have a small backlog but I want to grow it before launch. **Every comment is a vote to continue.** I need feedback more than follows - tell me what worked, what didn't, what you want to see. If the response is strong enough, I'll commit to the weekly schedule and a proper launch. If not, I'll go back to the workshop and rethink the approach. Your voice decides.

short story

Prepare yourself with tissues and dive into this deep dark world that is Earth! Woo-hoo! PEOPLE WHO ARE ALREADY DEPRESSED, DO NOT READ THIS!!! I'M NOT KIDDING. DO NOT READ THIS. I AM SAYING THIS BECAUSE I CARE FOR YOUR MENTAL HEALTH.

When you are all alone in a world, that has ruined you, and taken away your life. What will become of you? Insert yourself, in this action, drama, and horror elemented thrilling story. That is set around one city, where all you ever known, has been lost. Who will find their way through? At the city's heart?

Love changes people. Akira Koji doesn't believe that. A cynical philosophy professor haunted by his past, Akira spends his nights smoking by a quiet riverside-until he meets Sakura Ai, a woman desperately waiting for a man who will never love her back. As their friendship deepens, Sakura begins questioning the life she built around a one-sided love, while Akira finds himself dragged back into memories of the woman who shattered his heart years ago. Caught between the ghosts of the past and the possibility of moving forward, both must face a painful truth: Sometimes love doesn't save us. Sometimes it only reveals the parts of ourselves that were already broken. A haunting philosophical romance about heartbreak, loneliness, and the courage to choose yourself, in the era of Taisho.

The universe drew lines and called them fate. We obeyed, until they didn't. They tried to erase the lines through different lives. But every time they got closure, The universe whispered "Not yet", and spun them into another life. Again. And again. How many lives does it take before they understand... or stop? And is there even a stop?

A collection of poems and thoughts for the days when everything feels heavy. For the quiet hearts, the tired souls, and the ones still trying. Let it go...

These are words I put together and call poems. It turned out to be me going progressively insane. probably gonna delete this some day because I'll post those that I consider less cringy and pretty ones somewhere else. but, hey! we're on wattpad and yeah there's a lot of cringe stuff around here so, yeah I'll be free to write and post anything and regret it later (ofc sometimes I think about it) (ーωー) Anyway, If you're reading this here or somewhere else and you're just as insane as I am, i hope you enjoy (^ー^) gbye ☕️

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: "Some" parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors(some), and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

It was just an accident. At least, that's what I told myself. But days later, with questions I can't answer and a feeling I can't shake- it doesn't feel that simple anymore. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Noor thought she understood her life- study, work, survive, repeat. Until one night changed the rhythm of everything. The other rider disappeared without a trace. She didn't. Now she's left dealing with more than just injuries- unspoken truths, complicated relationships, and memories that refuse to fade the way they should. Something about that night- about him- feels wrong. Familiar. What is she missing? Why can't she forget it? Because sometimes, the things we try to move on from... are the ones that stay the longest. And sometimes- they don't just stay. They come back. So if she sees him again- will she recognize him... or wish she never did? Or worse- was it never just an accident at all... but something closer to fate? __________________________________________________ Just start reading, I promise you won't regret. 👀😭🫴🏻 And as the story unfolds... maybe I will change the description...🫩 NOTE : This story is completely my own. So do not copy. ❌

She loved him in silence. He loved her in secrets. Between stolen glances and unspoken words, their story begins-soft, fragile, and dangerously real. But some truths are never meant to stay hidden. When the past resurfaces, it threatens to tear them apart... or bind them in ways they never expected. In a world where love feels like a risk, how far would you go to protect a secret? A secret that could break them... or bind them forever.

My poems that I write under the moonlight when I can't fall asleep. An ever growing collection of my thoughts. There's a variety of topics and lengths. Some are my own feelings others are completely fictional. Some might be in need of improvement, but I want to write more and improve. I would appreciate you giving my poetry a chance.

a poetry book i hardly ever update 👍🏻 started in early 2019

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜, 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜... -🪶🐚🫧🎇-

[ENEMIES TO LOVERS] An unexpected incident leads to a time well spent in detention. "Can you just hand me the chromebook?" "I would if you just let go", I seethed. In the small town of Pinedale Wyoming, Adelina and Ezrah have to try and get along. That is despite their overwhelming differences.

✨️ඕවර් තින්කින් හිතක අසීමාන්තික ෆැන්ටසියක්....🍁🌬🥀 ✨️සිතුවිලිත් එක්කම තනිවෙච්ච මියගිය ආත්මයක හැගීම් පාපොච්චාරණයක්...👀🌱 ✨️හුදෙක් අකුරු පේළියක් ම නොවුණු පණ ගැහෙන පාට පාට ලෝකයක්...🧚✨️ ✨️ඉතින් ලෑස්තිද...???... ඔයාගෙම අහසක තනිවෙන්න...🌊🐾️🪶 ____________________ආදරණීය කවි කාරයා, ~🦋.S.H.🦋~

A collection of deeply emotions love poems that not only talks about the frames but also the foundation A narrative story for those who sit to digest The good the bad , the day the night for in a world of constant change only love can temper once permanency Take a sit and find a strong stance cause this speak to all for what you lack or what you located life is a cycle that will not slack.