ArshNaya Writes
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Hi, I’m Arshnaya. Welcome to my world of words. I write what hearts hide—stories of love, loss, betrayal, and healing. If you’ve ever felt too much and said too little, my stories were written for you.’m grateful for your love—always.
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The Day I Climbed Over Fear
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been terrified of heights. Mortified. Even the thought of standing near a ledge makes my knees do that weird wobble thing. If heaven and hell really are in the sky and underground, I think I know which one I’d rather be closer to—and it’s not because of fire or damnation.
By ArshNaya Writes6 months ago in Confessions
The Chalk and Her Dreams
In a dusty village nestled between golden wheat fields and whispering mango trees, lived a young girl named **Mehreen**. She was twelve, sharp-eyed, and full of curiosity. Her world was small—a two-room mud house, a hand pump, and a sky wide enough to hold her dreams. But in her village, dreams for girls had rules, and learning to read was not one of them.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Education
🌍 Earth: Our Living Home
Earth, the third planet from the Sun, is more than just a sphere of rock and water orbiting in space. It is a living, breathing sanctuary of life, complexity, and wonder. Unlike any other known planet, Earth cradles billions of species, diverse ecosystems, towering mountains, deep oceans, and vast skies. But more than that—it holds our memories, our histories, our dreams. It is home.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Earth
The Silence Between Us
Meher and Faisal had once been madly in love. Everyone said they were the perfect couple—always laughing, always holding hands, always together. Their wedding had been simple but beautiful, and they had built their life slowly, piece by piece, with dreams held in their joined palms.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Families
A Love That the Rain Took Away
The first time Zayan saw Meher, she was standing in the college library, completely lost in a poetry book. Her eyes, framed by loose curls, glistened under the warm yellow light. She looked peaceful—like she belonged in every line of the poem she read. He didn’t know her, but somehow, his heart already did.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Fiction
Silent Hands, Loud Truth
In a small town wrapped in foggy mornings and quiet streets, lived a boy named Haris. He was eight years old, with soft brown eyes and a silence deeper than the sea. No one really knew him. His classmates barely noticed his presence. Teachers marked his attendance, but he was just a shadow in the corner—always quiet, always watching, always hiding.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Psyche
Whispers from the Wall. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
It all started when Sana’s family moved into the old house at the end of Pinewood Lane. The rent was strangely cheap, and although the house looked worn out and quiet, her parents thought it was a good opportunity. “Maybe because it’s far from the city,” her father said with a shrug.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Horror
