Aarsh Malik

Joined October 2025

44 stories

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Poet, Storyteller, and Healer.

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THE BLOODREIGN OF LYARI | The True Story of Rehman Dakait
When shadows reign in a place forgotten by the powerful, legends are born… and nightmares walk in daylight. It wasn’t a thunderclap that changed young Rehman’s life… it was a nightburst of violence, fuelled by grief and vengeance.
By Aarsh Malik21 days ago in Criminal
Salt Covenant
I swallowed silence like fire and grew. Every word I wanted to speak was scorched, folded, buried beneath the salt of my own skin.
By Aarsh Malik22 days ago in Poets
Masks We Wear
I learned my face the way others learn prayers. Carefully. Repeatedly. Until it sounded like belief. ** A smile, worn thin at the edges.
By Aarsh Malik22 days ago in Poets
Staying
People think progress is always loud. A suitcase zipped, a resignation email sent at midnight, a door slammed hard enough to sound like courage.
By Aarsh Malik23 days ago in Poets
After the Burn
At first, the fire performs. It crackles like it has something to prove, throws light against the walls as if arguing with the night. We believe this is what burning means.
By Aarsh Malik24 days ago in Poets
Ash
At first it was only a nuisance. A fine gray dust that gathered on windowsills, on the backs of chairs, in the creases of her thoughts. It followed her indoors, clung to her hair, rested on her tongue with the faint bitterness of something already finished.
By Aarsh Malik25 days ago in Fiction
Tender Reverie
Light gathers on the wall as if the day itself is whispering a secret. A small girl stands barefoot on the wooden floor, her dress breathing around her like a soft cloud, and above her rises a silhouette too tall to belong to her world. The shadow-woman, carved in gold and dusk, leans toward her with hair that moves like time caught in mid-shiver.
By Aarsh Malik25 days ago in Poets
When Success Sends Parents Away
The taxi did not wait. It dropped Anna at the entrance of the care home, unloaded two suitcases, and disappeared down a clean European street lined with cafés and bicycles. Her daughter had already left. A meeting. A flight. A life that could not pause.
By Aarsh Malik26 days ago in Humans
The Tenant, Absence
I was once called Home, before the fire, said the quiet man beside the closing door. Now every room repeats what I no longer am.
By Aarsh Malik27 days ago in Poets
Almost
Not falling, just close to the place where hands learn trust in small, silly ways
By Aarsh Malik28 days ago in Poets
Borrowed Thread
Reality waits to see who dares cross it first on a borrowed thread
By Aarsh Malik28 days ago in Poets
Humility in Motion
Life moves crazy fast these days. Everything happens in a second. Phones, computers, notifications everywhere. You can order food in minutes. Message someone on the other side of the world. Scroll through endless news without even moving. And yet sometimes I catch myself wondering, do we ever stop and think about anyone but ourselves?
By Aarsh Malik29 days ago in Humans