notsoरूहानी

I am very much new here and i wish to start writing few shot stories here jo mere dilo dimaag main ghar kar jaati h 💗🧠

And na na na naaaa😏...they are not just random stories they would be full of cultures and diversities, har ek main panipuri jaisi khatas hogi, jalebi jaisi mithaas hogi, aur shayad kuch main karele ki kadvahat bhi...🫡😂

Par har kahani main aap pakistan aur hindustan ko mehsoos karenge...ye mera vaada h🥹

In all of my reading years i have come across only a number of good desi books because in the rest of them that zaayeka was very much missing 🤌🏻

And after reading the good one's all these ideas popped into my mind at random... 💡 ofcourse i didn't know where to actually post them so people could actually enjoy them and with it their culture as well🥹🥹✨✨🤞🏻

But now I have *drum roll 🥁* TUMBLR!!!!!✨

I am gonna post all my stories and one shots or whatever pops into my mind right hereeeeee💃💥

Slowly and steadily it'll all hopefully would match my expectations 🤞🏻

Anddd mujhe pata h aap logo ko "DESIBLR" kitnaaaaa pasand h😜😜

So pls join me in this journey🥹,

Jahan main apne khwabon ke shehzaadon ko panno pe utarungi<3

Bahut bahut shukriya 🍷✨

PS aap apni pyaari lekhika ke liye ek pyaara sa pen name 🖊️ bhi suggest kar sakte h 🤌🏻🥹

The silence which slithers and settles into the atmosphere before a storm is the most peaceful one तूफ़ान से पहले की ख़ामोशी , even when its known that soon there's all gonna be destruction and death and yet I enjoy it as much as I can. For the past 13 years I have been mulling in this silence, relishing the feel of it because I know sooner or later its gonna slip through my fingers leaving them shaking because of the storm that has arrived.

My thoughts are broken by a loud thunder. I almost forget everything when i zone out, like how i have to get done with this assignment of mine before the end of the week. I sigh and look at the reflection of myself in the blury glass of the window which is partially open. From my loose bun to the curly tendrils kissing my chubby cheeks, I overall reach to a conclusion that I am not ugly. I have never been insecure of my looks however cannot say the same about my body. Since childhood I was always very skinny and often got teased for it but my childish mind never registered or saved any of the bullshit spewd towards me however, the same cannot be said about my teenage brain. As I turned 12 i started gaining all this weight and it really made me insecure especially it gets more difficult for me since i was very skinny before. I wouldn't say i am overweight not even by longshot but these are just childish insecurities that get stuck and doesn't let me love my body as I should.

Since childhood i have lived in a safe environment where everybody respected each other and also their decision but as they say there's always something to give you a reality check or should i say specifically someone in my case. I have always believed in true love beacuse my mom and dad had a happy marriage full of love and trust so in my teeny tiny brain it did not register that maybe the first boy who ever protected me will not always be my knight in shining armour, my saviour. and just because of that I am still suffering, as i said just waiting for that storm to arrive which will finally give me another reality check. However somewhere in the nook of myheart I knew that these years have just fueled into my unhealthy obsession.

A loud bang shook me out of my thoughts and my eyes widened. God, what was that?!Suddenly it hit me that it was the front door crashing. My body froze my heart constricting in my ribcage painfully. i reached for the baseball bat beside my desk. i could hear my stairs creaking loudly as if a giant was walking on them. A giant giant enough to wring my neck and then feed on my soul. God please forgive me for all my sins. Fear started rolling down from my eyes in form of liquid wetting my flushed cheeks in its wake.

The knob of my door started rattling hard. Why the hell did i not lock my door?! I am so dumb and I am gonna die dumb. I clenched my eyes shut, tears still streaming down them holding the wooden bat tightly infront of my face. Soon the door banged open and I jumped in my place and started muttering please don't kill me please don't kill me. I was almost on the verge of passing out as the fear engulfed me like a smog making it hard to breathe.

"Why the hell are you crying with that stupid bat in your hand?" a deep raspy voice resonated in my room.

I opened my eyes all blurry because of tears but the sight infront of me made my lips part in relief. The bat fell out of my hand on the floor with a loud thud.

I closed my eyes to get rid of extra tears and looked towards the door.

There stood my storm with different colored eyes

My Shaan.

Toh humare Aafia aur Zeshaan ka itna pyaara mood board finallllyyy aa gaya h✨✨🤌🏻😌

"patthar ka dil leke baithe the hum, par jab unki aankhon ki chingariyon ne use chua tab hosh aaya ki hum toh apne seene main shola liye phir rahe h...

dooriyan isliye zaroori h ki kahi ye shola hume hi khak na karde, kyunki Ishq aur nafrat ki aag tadpa tadpa kar jaan leti h.

logon ka shikaar karne waale ko ab aehsaas hua ki wo sharbati nazrein hi shikaari ka shikaar ho jaane ka sabab ban gyi h"

I am Zeshaan Abbas Ali.A man of few words. My whole life I had been an idol to my younger siblings and a shield that protects them from the darkness of the world. I endure all of that just so that they have a normal life. But somewhere between the pages i lost myself, my heart and my soul. Or maybe not because certain someone's hazel eyes makes my non existent heart beat faster. The feeling is there since i first saw her but it never feels old. It makes me want to kill her and kiss her at the same time. But in my profession doing the latter is more dangerous.

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Salam Namaste ✨🙏🏻

Lijiye ji hum phir vapis aagaye aur iss baaar kisi ko saath lekar aaye h 😉😁

Han ji han ji humare shehzaade ko🥹

Ye h unka chota sa description aur main bas ek choti si baat kehna chahungi ki ye sirf unki ek jhalak h 😅

Shayari se kitne romantic lag rahe h 🤌🏻😭par baat kuch aur hi h jo aap sab khud hi aage samajh jaayenge😌🫡

Anyyyywayysss aapko humara hero kaise laga comment karke zaroor bataiyega🥹

Shukriyaaaa

Tab tak ke liye Tata bye bye🙏🏻

"Wo Mera Ishq tha jab mujhe ishq ka matlab bhi nhi pata tha.

Par jab dheere dheere hosh sambhala toh aehsaas hua ki ishq aur nafrat main sirf ek lakir ka farq h

Aur shayad unke liye main lakir ke uss paar khadi hu"

I am Aafia Shahid Ajbani. A simple girl of 21, settled in the city of Lahore with simple dreams. All my life i have only dealt with struggles but also among it all i have seen glimpses of true love. Since childhood, inspired by my parents love story I always craved for that 'ishq'. My soul longingly searched for it and my search came to an end when that day a boy picked me up, dusted me and tended my wounds not even realising that he was filling me with these unknown emotions as well. That day, i found my 'ishq' but my eight year old mind would have never comprehended what future held for me.

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Salam Namaste✨🙏🏻

Toh aapki lekhika sahiba ne apne khayalon se ubhri Mallika ka pehla chota sa description daal diya h...🥹🤌🏻✨

Humare hisaab se jo naam humne socha h wo unpe kaafi had tak jachta h😌✨

Anyways neeche comments main bataye ki aapko unki pehli jhalak kaisi lagi

Aur jald hi hum apne hero ka bhi description daalenge toh aap sab apne notification bhi on karlein taki ki unki bhi pehli jhalak aapko sabse pehle mile🤌🏻✨😏

Tab tak ke liye Tata bye bye🫡