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twisha ray

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In the quaint village of Marigold, nestled between rolling hills and whispering streams, lived Ayaan and Mira. Their love story was the talk of the town—a tale of young hearts that found each other in the unlikeliest of places. Ayaan, a poet with a soul as deep as the ocean, and Mira, a painter whose brush strokes captured the essence of the sunrise, were inseparable. Their love seemed destined, a tapestry woven with the threads of dreams and whispered promises. The village watched in awe as Ayaan and Mira’s bond blossomed into a beautiful marriage. Their wedding was a celebration of love, with flowers cascading like a waterfall of colors and melodies that danced in the air. The couple’s love was a beacon of light, a promise of forever, or so it seemed. The first year of marriage was a whirlwind of joy. They painted their life together with laughter, shared dreams, and unspoken understandings. Ayaan’s verses often found their way to Mira’s canvas, creating masterpieces that spoke of love, hope, and the purity of their bond. But as the seasons changed, so did the tides of their love. The quiet whispers of discontent began to weave their way into their home. Ayaan, with his ever-drifting thoughts and wandering soul, found himself lost in the labyrinth of his own mind. Mira, ever the realist, struggled to anchor him to their shared reality. The days that once sparkled with laughter now echoed with silent arguments, each word a dagger that pierced the heart of their union. The nights were the hardest. Ayaan’s dreams, once a refuge, became a battleground. His verses, once a symphony of love, now mirrored the chaos within. Mira, with her vibrant colors, found herself trapped in a monochrome world of resentment and sorrow. The walls of their home, once a sanctuary, now closed in on them, suffocating the love that once bloomed so freely. Friends and family, who had once celebrated their love, now stood at a distance, unsure of how to bridge the chasm that had formed between them. The village of Marigold, with its serene landscapes, seemed to mock their plight, the beauty of the world a stark contrast to the turmoil within their hearts. One stormy night, when the wind howled like a banshee and the rain lashed against their windows, Ayaan and Mira sat across from each other, the distance between them palpable. The silence was heavy, a silence that screamed louder than any words. Mira’s eyes, once filled with love, now reflected the pain of a thousand unspoken hurts. Ayaan’s gaze, lost and empty, mirrored the abyss of his despair. “I don’t know how we got here,” Mira whispered, her voice breaking the silence that had settled like a shroud over their home. Ayaan’s eyes, once full of dreams, met hers with a hollow look. “I don’t know how to find us again.” The next morning, the sun rose over Marigold, casting its golden rays over the silent, broken home. The love that once defined Ayaan and Mira was now a memory, a ghost that haunted the corners of their existence. They had loved deeply, passionately, but somewhere along the way, they had lost themselves and each other. In the quiet aftermath, Ayaan and Mira decided to part ways, each carrying with them the fragments of a love that had turned to dust. They went back to their roots, to the places that had once nurtured their dreams, each hoping to find solace, to heal the wounds that time had inflicted. As the years passed, Ayaan found solace in his solitude, his poems a testament to the love he had once known. Mira, with her brushes and colors, painted a new world, each stroke a step towards healing. They never forgot each other, their love, once a flame, now a memory that flickered in the corners of their hearts. In the village of Marigold, the story of Ayaan and Mira became a legend—a tale of love so deep, so pure, yet so fragile. It was a reminder that love, in its purest form, is a journey, and sometimes, the journey itself is what we cherish, even when the destination turns into a path of sorrow and solitude. ©twisha ray #trnojo46 #brokenbond #lovebroken

In the quaint village of Marigold, nestled between rolling hills and whispering streams, lived Ayaan and Mira. Their love story was the talk of the town—a tale of young hearts that found each other in the unlikeliest of places. Ayaan, a poet with a soul as deep as the ocean, and Mira, a painter whose brush strokes captured the essence of the sunrise, were inseparable. Their love seemed destined, a tapestry woven with the threads of dreams and whispered promises. The village watched in awe as Ayaan and Mira’s bond blossomed into a beautiful marriage. Their wedding was a celebration of love, with flowers cascading like a waterfall of colors and melodies that danced in the air. The couple’s love was a beacon of light, a promise of forever, or so it seemed. The first year of marriage was a whirlwind of joy. They painted their life together with laughter, shared dreams, and unspoken understandings. Ayaan’s verses often found their way to Mira’s canvas, creating masterpieces that spoke of love, hope, and the purity of their bond. But as the seasons changed, so did the tides of their love. The quiet whispers of discontent began to weave their way into their home. Ayaan, with his ever-drifting thoughts and wandering soul, found himself lost in the labyrinth of his own mind. Mira, ever the realist, struggled to anchor him to their shared reality. The days that once sparkled with laughter now echoed with silent arguments, each word a dagger that pierced the heart of their union. The nights were the hardest. Ayaan’s dreams, once a refuge, became a battleground. His verses, once a symphony of love, now mirrored the chaos within. Mira, with her vibrant colors, found herself trapped in a monochrome world of resentment and sorrow. The walls of their home, once a sanctuary, now closed in on them, suffocating the love that once bloomed so freely. Friends and family, who had once celebrated their love, now stood at a distance, unsure of how to bridge the chasm that had formed between them. The village of Marigold, with its serene landscapes, seemed to mock their plight, the beauty of the world a stark contrast to the turmoil within their hearts. One stormy night, when the wind howled like a banshee and the rain lashed against their windows, Ayaan and Mira sat across from each other, the distance between them palpable. The silence was heavy, a silence that screamed louder than any words. Mira’s eyes, once filled with love, now reflected the pain of a thousand unspoken hurts. Ayaan’s gaze, lost and empty, mirrored the abyss of his despair. “I don’t know how we got here,” Mira whispered, her voice breaking the silence that had settled like a shroud over their home. Ayaan’s eyes, once full of dreams, met hers with a hollow look. “I don’t know how to find us again.” The next morning, the sun rose over Marigold, casting its golden rays over the silent, broken home. The love that once defined Ayaan and Mira was now a memory, a ghost that haunted the corners of their existence. They had loved deeply, passionately, but somewhere along the way, they had lost themselves and each other. In the quiet aftermath, Ayaan and Mira decided to part ways, each carrying with them the fragments of a love that had turned to dust. They went back to their roots, to the places that had once nurtured their dreams, each hoping to find solace, to heal the wounds that time had inflicted. As the years passed, Ayaan found solace in his solitude, his poems a testament to the love he had once known. Mira, with her brushes and colors, painted a new world, each stroke a step towards healing. They never forgot each other, their love, once a flame, now a memory that flickered in the corners of their hearts. In the village of Marigold, the story of Ayaan and Mira became a legend—a tale of love so deep, so pure, yet so fragile. It was a reminder that love, in its purest form, is a journey, and sometimes, the journey itself is what we cherish, even when the destination turns into a path of sorrow and solitude. ©twisha ray #trnojo46 #brokenbond #lovebroken

Mr. Eram

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میرے پاس ایک وائس نوٹ پڑا تھا اس کا کہ کہاں ہے تو اور وہ چار سال تک سنا ہے رکھ کے کہاں ہے تو میں نے کہا میں تو یہیں ہوں تو بتا کہاں ہے 💔 . ©Mr. Eram #brokenbond

میرے پاس ایک وائس نوٹ پڑا تھا اس کا کہ کہاں ہے تو اور وہ چار سال تک سنا ہے رکھ کے کہاں ہے تو میں نے کہا میں تو یہیں ہوں تو بتا کہاں ہے 💔 . ©Mr. Eram #brokenbond

अदनासा-

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अब ना पूछों कहां और कब दोनों के लब पर कैसे एतराज़ आया वैसे कुछ भी राज़ नही अब ना तुम बाज़ आयी ना मैं बाज़ आया ©अदनासा- #हिंदी #एतराज़ #लब #बाज़ #तुम #मै #तुम_और_मैं #brokenbond #Instagram #अदनासा

अब ना पूछों कहां और कब दोनों के लब पर कैसे एतराज़ आया वैसे कुछ भी राज़ नही अब ना तुम बाज़ आयी ना मैं बाज़ आया ©अदनासा- #हिंदी #एतराज़ #लब #बाज़ #तुम #मै #तुम_और_मैं #brokenbond #Instagram #अदनासा

Vandana Yadav

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वो मुकर गए हर उस बात से , जो वादा किया था मिलकर साथ में। अब हाथ छूटे भी कैसे ना हम-दम , बातें उनकी सारी झूठी थी प्यार के । कमबख़्त हम भी कितने नासमझ थे , हर बात पे ऐतबार कर बैठे यार के । वो ख्वाब में बसर करते थे इस क़दर, यूं लगा हमें वो मिलने को बेकरार थे । ये वहम था हम दिल जीत बैठे उनका , मगर ,दिल की बाज़ी में हम नाकाम थे। वन्दना यादव ✒️✒️✒️ 22/6/24 4:44 p.m ©Vandana Yadav #brokenbond

वो मुकर गए हर उस बात से , जो वादा किया था मिलकर साथ में। अब हाथ छूटे भी कैसे ना हम-दम , बातें उनकी सारी झूठी थी प्यार के । कमबख़्त हम भी कितने नासमझ थे , हर बात पे ऐतबार कर बैठे यार के । वो ख्वाब में बसर करते थे इस क़दर, यूं लगा हमें वो मिलने को बेकरार थे । ये वहम था हम दिल जीत बैठे उनका , मगर ,दिल की बाज़ी में हम नाकाम थे। वन्दना यादव ✒️✒️✒️ 22/6/24 4:44 p.m ©Vandana Yadav #brokenbond

Garima Srivastava

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काश तुम हमारे होते हर रात तुम्हारी बाहों का तकिया लगाते सीने पर तुम्हारे सर रखकर सोते काश तुम हमारे होते गुफ्तगू तुमसे तमाम करते शाम की चाय तुम्हारे नाम करते तुम्हारी बातों में हम खोते काश तुम हमारे होते तन्हाइयों का ना सिलसिला होता ये जीवन बहारे गुलिस्तां होता मेरी खुशियों की वजह होते काश तुम हमारे होते इन आंखों में कभी नमी ना होती जिंदगी में तुम्हारी कमी ना होती काश तुम हमारे होते।। ©Garima Srivastava #brokenbond #nojohindi#poetry#shayari#kashtumjamatehote#jazbaatbygarima#instagtam

काश तुम हमारे होते हर रात तुम्हारी बाहों का तकिया लगाते सीने पर तुम्हारे सर रखकर सोते काश तुम हमारे होते गुफ्तगू तुमसे तमाम करते शाम की चाय तुम्हारे नाम करते तुम्हारी बातों में हम खोते काश तुम हमारे होते तन्हाइयों का ना सिलसिला होता ये जीवन बहारे गुलिस्तां होता मेरी खुशियों की वजह होते काश तुम हमारे होते इन आंखों में कभी नमी ना होती जिंदगी में तुम्हारी कमी ना होती काश तुम हमारे होते।। ©Garima Srivastava #brokenbond #nojohindi#poetry#shayari#kashtumjamatehote#jazbaatbygarima#instagtam

Rustam Juli Yadav

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अनमोल जिंदगी क्षणिक रूप में हमारे साथ विद्यमान है! जो आपके साथ आज मुस्कुरा रहा है, खिलखिला रहा है या लड़ भी रहा है! पता नहीं प्रकृति के सान्निध्य सदैव उपस्थित शाश्वत् सत्य "मौत" कब आपको उनसे बिछड़ने एवं उनको आपसे बिछड़ने का सदमा दें सकतीं हैं! इनकी अनुमानित दर प्रत्येक व्यक्ति के लिए अज्ञात है॥ अतएव किसी अपनों से नाराजगी में वक्त मत बिताएं! कौन जाने किसका साथ किस वक्त तक है? अपने अपनों का एवं स्वयं का ख्याल सदैव अवश्य रखें॥ ©Rustam Juli Yadav #brokenbond

अनमोल जिंदगी क्षणिक रूप में हमारे साथ विद्यमान है! जो आपके साथ आज मुस्कुरा रहा है, खिलखिला रहा है या लड़ भी रहा है! पता नहीं प्रकृति के सान्निध्य सदैव उपस्थित शाश्वत् सत्य "मौत" कब आपको उनसे बिछड़ने एवं उनको आपसे बिछड़ने का सदमा दें सकतीं हैं! इनकी अनुमानित दर प्रत्येक व्यक्ति के लिए अज्ञात है॥ अतएव किसी अपनों से नाराजगी में वक्त मत बिताएं! कौन जाने किसका साथ किस वक्त तक है? अपने अपनों का एवं स्वयं का ख्याल सदैव अवश्य रखें॥ ©Rustam Juli Yadav #brokenbond

DRx Khan

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ہم کو یقین تھا کہ نبھاؤ گے عمر بھر اچھا ہؤا کہ آج یہ خطرہ بھی ٹل گیا हमको यक़ीन था कि साथ निभाओगे उम्र भर अच्छा हुआ कि आज ये खतरा भी टल गया ©DRx Khan #brokenbond sana naaz Neha verma Ak.writer_2.0 gudiya NAZAR cute girl shamawritesBebaak_शमीम अख्तर Kalpana Korgaonkar Ritu Tyagi Dr Imran Hassan Barbhuiya Mittal g....Aligarh Bhanu Priya Munni vineetapanchal Farooq Farooqui muskan singh UMA R Anshu writer KK क्षत्राणी Mukesh Poonia Nandani patel Arshad Siddiqui Rakesh Srivastava AD Grk Anupriya Miss Anu.. thoughts ghost is the host mr janu. Vimlesh Miledar Saroj R... Ojha shalini doharey Dr.Mahira khan Anudeep arvind adhar Faiz Iqbal ___

ہم کو یقین تھا کہ نبھاؤ گے عمر بھر اچھا ہؤا کہ آج یہ خطرہ بھی ٹل گیا हमको यक़ीन था कि साथ निभाओगे उम्र भर अच्छा हुआ कि आज ये खतरा भी टल गया ©DRx Khan #brokenbond sana naaz Neha verma Ak.writer_2.0 gudiya NAZAR cute girl shamawritesBebaak_शमीम अख्तर Kalpana Korgaonkar Ritu Tyagi Dr Imran Hassan Barbhuiya Mittal g....Aligarh Bhanu Priya Munni vineetapanchal Farooq Farooqui muskan singh UMA R Anshu writer KK क्षत्राणी Mukesh Poonia Nandani patel Arshad Siddiqui Rakesh Srivastava AD Grk Anupriya Miss Anu.. thoughts ghost is the host mr janu. Vimlesh Miledar Saroj R... Ojha shalini doharey Dr.Mahira khan Anudeep arvind adhar Faiz Iqbal ___

Anshul srivastava

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क्या हुआ क्यों इतनी बेरूखी हमसे , कोई शिकवा है या शिकायत है या कोई खता हुई हमसे , बता दो , सजा दो पर बयां तो करो हमसे या फिर कोई मिल गया दोस्त प्यारा हमसे।। ©Anshul srivastava #brokenbond #बेरुखी_ख़ामोशी_और_मैं #तन्हाइयां😢 #sad_emotional_shayries #RJANSH

क्या हुआ क्यों इतनी बेरूखी हमसे , कोई शिकवा है या शिकायत है या कोई खता हुई हमसे , बता दो , सजा दो पर बयां तो करो हमसे या फिर कोई मिल गया दोस्त प्यारा हमसे।। ©Anshul srivastava #brokenbond #बेरुखी_ख़ामोशी_और_मैं #तन्हाइयां😢 #sad_emotional_shayries #RJANSH

Galoli

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ਚਾਪਲੂਸੀ ਦੀ ਵੀ ੳਦੋ ਹੱਦ ਹੋਈ ਜਦੋ ਸਾਡੀ ਅਰਜੀ ਖੁਦਾ ਅੱਗੇ ਵੀ ਰੱਧ ਹੋਈ ਕਹਿੰਦੇ ਬੋਲੀ ਹੈ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੇ ਇਸ਼ਕ ਚ ਉਮਰ ਕੈਦ ਤੈਨੂੰ ,ਮੈਂ ਕਿਹਾ ਨਾ ਨਾ ਹੱਦ ੲੇ ਯਾਰ, ਇਹ ਕੱਦ ਹੋਈ ©Galoli #brokenbond

ਚਾਪਲੂਸੀ ਦੀ ਵੀ ੳਦੋ ਹੱਦ ਹੋਈ ਜਦੋ ਸਾਡੀ ਅਰਜੀ ਖੁਦਾ ਅੱਗੇ ਵੀ ਰੱਧ ਹੋਈ ਕਹਿੰਦੇ ਬੋਲੀ ਹੈ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੇ ਇਸ਼ਕ ਚ ਉਮਰ ਕੈਦ ਤੈਨੂੰ ,ਮੈਂ ਕਿਹਾ ਨਾ ਨਾ ਹੱਦ ੲੇ ਯਾਰ, ਇਹ ਕੱਦ ਹੋਈ ©Galoli #brokenbond

मेरेख्यालमेरेजज्बात

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उसके प्रेम के कर्जदार रहेंगे हम ... जिसने ये जानते हुए भी भी प्रेम दिया ... के हम उसके हिस्से कभी लिखे नहीं जाएंगे ...❤️❤️ ©मेरेख्यालमेरेजज्बात #brokenbond #मेरेख़्यालमेरेजज़्बात #मेरीमां #मेरेरब #nojotohindi #NojotiHindiLiterature

उसके प्रेम के कर्जदार रहेंगे हम ... जिसने ये जानते हुए भी भी प्रेम दिया ... के हम उसके हिस्से कभी लिखे नहीं जाएंगे ...❤️❤️ ©मेरेख्यालमेरेजज्बात #brokenbond #मेरेख़्यालमेरेजज़्बात #मेरीमां #मेरेरब #nojotohindi #NojotiHindiLiterature