What is your name?

Ishaaan

In the story of our love life , there blooms no demand, my heart knows only the language of equality, where neither kneel nor submission find a place.

My love will never demand, for you to kneel or submit, before a disillusioned man, in the bloodstained cloak, of his devoted congregation, a sinful slave to a papal pope.

European Reformation

Wanna die like irfan khan

Wanna disappear like Imran Khan.

is your name Raahil?

Noo..

I guess I exaggerated it by calling you my lost brother since my eyes are brownish black.. But it appears to be completely brown when I am under the sunlight

hey, whether your eyes are brownish black, completely brown, or even if they turn into disco balls under the sun, you're still my honorary lost twin.

are u single and up for auction

If you're up for revealing your true identity and stepping out of the shadows, I'd be more than happy to tell you everything .

Let's trade anonymity for authenticity hahaa

everyday when i cook for myself i feel like i need a person who can listen to my whole day bak-bak while i cook.

do you ever just want someone to come over and sit on the floor with you for a few hours

aur kitni post like karni padengi tumhari taaki tum mujhe notice karo?

Bhai I'm curious to know the genius behind this 😳

You have pretty brown eyes like me.. Are you my lost brother?

Oh, really? Does that mean we're eye-twins separated at birth?

Well, if our eyes are twinning, we must be long-lost eye siblings! 😄 But seriously, now I'm curious... who's the eye doppelgänger out there is ?

I think we have the same eye color hehehe<3

Well, if our eyes are the same color, then we must have an unbreakable eye connection!

Hahaa😂

It's hard, you know? It's hard to let go of the you I painted in my mind, the you who could do no wrong, the you who was my solace in a world of chaos.

Somedays i feel like that We all deserve a goodbye that's more than just a fleeting moment. We deserve a chance to say the things we've been holding back, to express our love, and our regrets. We deserve closure, a sense of resolution that allows us to move forward without looking back with unanswered questions lingering in our minds.

Butterflies and Spark are more likely to mean "bad nightmare" than "the one".

To love someone wholly is to embrace there imperfections as basic parts of who they are, It is to hold their hand through the storms and rains , to kiss their scars with love, and to stand by them as they navigate the maze of their emotions.

Somedays I feels like I am homesick for the home I never had. It's a longing for a place that exists only in the fragments of my imagination, pieced together from whispers of nostalgia and dreams,but  In this pain there lies a bittersweet truth - that sometimes, the homes we crave are not made of bricks and mortar, but of unspoken wishes and unfulfilled promises, haunting us with their absence.`

Somedays I feels like I am homesick for the home I never had. It's a longing for a place that exists only in the fragments of my imagination, pieced together from whispers of nostalgia and dreams,but  In this pain there lies a bittersweet truth - that sometimes, the homes we crave are not made of bricks and mortar, but of unspoken wishes and unfulfilled promises, haunting us with their absence.`