Deepthinking Stories

He was trained to lie. She was never meant to question. Hamza lives behind a carefully crafted identity - a spy bound by duty, secrets, and a past he can never reveal. Love was never part of the mission... until Yalina. She trusts him without hesitation, loving him for who she believes he is, unaware that every moment they share is shadowed by truth he cannot confess. As his world of deception collides with her unwavering faith, Hamza must choose between the life he was assigned and the love he never expected. حمزہ و یالینا

> Jacob : Whole my life is been about taking care of just one Rose , after when i lost my rose .. I feels having her beside me when i take care of this Rose ... > Lucas : I have a good news for you , i think where you might find your rose ... Penny : It's better for you Tina , it's better there , you can live in the peace and forget about him about all that happened Desert will relief all your problems ... -----/-/----- Happy to write my new story Desert Rose , About a girl who choose to live a part of her life in the desert , far from all the danger that her lover brings her , Far from all the drama and violence. But will she be even safe far away in the desert? Jacob : What does my Rose do here , you are a flower you will die in the desert ...

These chapters are moments based on the songs the author has imagined them in. These are pieces of love and longing based on the mood of the song.

We almost died together. And that was the moment everything changed. What started as a hate-love friendship turned into something neither of us planned or knew how to handle. Late nights. Fast drives. Unfinished conversations. This is a story about chaos, connection, and the kind of bond that forms when two people meet at the edge of everything. Not a perfect love story. But a real one (inspired by a true story).

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

They call him 'The Silver Fox Badass.' A philosopher by day, a lethal weapon by night. And he is done resting. For thirty years, the secrets of the Himalayan Tragedy were frozen. A botched execution, five dead bodies, and a woman named Kumala missing without a trace. All sealed under a red stamp: TOP SECRET - SEACharta. Thirty years later, the rust is finally breaking. Introducing Prof. Teokrit (Teo), a 55-year-old Professor of Philosophy with a wool coat as white as snow and a mind as sharp as an eagle. To the world, he is a gentle scholar. To the underworld of Southeast Asia, he is the Silent Architect-a master of Silat and Aikido who never starts an attack, but always ends it with a single, clinical strike of his unadorned Shirasaya blade. With his brilliant 29-year-old assistant, Lila, serving as his digital shield and secret hacker, Teo must confront his oldest friends: Bram, the Emperor of SEACharta; Rasiono, the master of logistics; and Komat, the mystical guardian.

This story is a fanfiction of rehman Ulfat, rehman returns after the encounter with sp aslam but he forgets his soul somewhere.

Thoughts cloud my mind. I find a pen and paper to be a welcome escape.

What if everything you were taught about truth, morality, and meaning was never absolute? We are living in a time where old beliefs are collapsing-and nothing has replaced them. In that void, most people feel lost. This book is not here to comfort you. It is here to challenge you. To question what you believe. To confront what you avoid. To awaken the part of you that refuses to remain ordinary. The Age of the Self-Made God is not just a philosophy-it is a transformation. The question is not whether you understand it. The question is: Are you ready to become?

Written for the ones who were taught to shrink, to stay quiet, to accept half love and call it enough. Through raw an intimate poetry, this collection i made explores emotional neglect, longing, shame, desire, and the slow reclaiming of self. It speaks to the parts of us that learned distance as a form of protection. These are the kinds of words that follow you. Lingering long after the final page has turned,settling somewhere you didn't realize needed to be seen. You are not meant to to search for a secret message, only to feel what feels familiar.

Ruh-e-Ulfat |رُوحِــالفت|- The Soul of Love Before the storms, before the battles and broken streets, there was a love that burned quietly, beautifully, and fiercely. Rehman and Ulfat met in a world full of chaos, yet somehow, their hearts found each other amidst the noise. The first glances, the shy smiles, the stolen moments - each one building a bond stronger than words could capture. Their early marriage was a dance of laughter and quiet understanding, of whispered promises in the night and gentle reassurances by day. Every argument ended with tenderness, every disagreement with patience, because love - raw, real, and untested - had a way of filling every crack. This is Ruh-e-Ulfat: a story of beginnings, of hearts entwined, of moments before the world demanded sacrifices, and of a love so alive it could conquer even the shadows yet to come. ~Inspired by Dhurandhar (2025). 🕯️🦢

✦ 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟖 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 Not everything is meant to be remembered. Some things are recorded anyway. This collection gathers short fiction written across different moments, different worlds-each one circling the same quiet question: What remains when something is no longer meant to stay? These stories move through memory, identity, and the systems that decide what is allowed to remain. Some were written for competitions. Others were never meant to be recorded at all. They are placed here, now, as record. Contents include: • Lyrical, atmospheric fiction • Institutional and character-driven narratives • Fragments, anomalies, and recovered entries Status: Archive Entries Ongoing Update Schedule: New entries added every Wednesday and Sunday @ 7:30 PM EST Some records fade. Others refuse to. Additional essays and fragments can be found under The Quiet Archive.

A few philosophical essays I have written. Mostly about the meaning of life/morals, and stuff like that (just whatever I feel like writing, really). I won't update very often because I'm busy with other stuff, but I'm trying to read more books, so hopefully I will get more ideas/inspiration, and anyway, quality over quantity. Feel free to write your opinions in the comments! Keep in mind I'm only 15, so the grammar/pacing can feel off. Also, because most of this I wrote at like 2 am, and I hate reading over my work and editing it🥹 Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

This is how it sounds when i talk to myself. Random thoughts, more of a journal of words and photos that many can relate to because they can tell as much as they don't. All the captured photos are not time related or intended to be a cover for any of these words. Not even the "Short sad story" one, there is a 3 years gap. But it's just happened to fit together somehow now and here, as i wish for my life one day. Anyways there is a plenty of feelings or anti-feelings. You decide.

In a world full of noise and chaos, I saw peace in those eyes...For the first time I was worthy, meaningful, irresistible and complete. I was art...

Original poems I found in my notes app. 'The golden glow of childhood was veiled by a shadow ... Now in the morning Long after the rain Aching rays colour my figure Not golden But similar in shade' - extract from 'one day it will end' poem ☂️#1 in happy poems ☂️#3 in reminisce

One chapter stories......

‎I talk to you like you're still here. ‎ ‎Because you are... aren't you? ‎ ‎Every day, I wake up and make sure you're okay. I sit beside you, tell you things, fill the silence before it gets too loud. You don't always answer-but that's alright. You never really liked talking much anyway. ‎ ‎No one else seems to notice you. ‎They never do. ‎ ‎But I remember you. ‎I remember everything. ‎ ‎The way you used to smile. ‎The way you told me not to leave. ‎The way you promised you wouldn't either. ‎ ‎Something feels wrong lately. ‎You've been quieter than usual. ‎Sometimes... you're not there when I turn around. ‎ ‎But that's okay. It has to be okay. ‎ ‎Because if you're not here anymore- ‎then that would mean... ‎ ‎No. ‎I won't think about that. ‎ ‎I'll just stay right here. ‎Like I promised. ‎ ‎Right where you used to be. ‎ ‎ ‎

ro͞oməˌnāt verb To think deeply about something. synonyms: think about, contemplate, consider, meditate on I've got a world of thoughts inside my head. I'm just trying to map it all out.

A collection of poems relaying a journey of inspiration from the early days of a poet's awakening to the present time and everything in between.