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 Stranger in Apartment 6B
*Some people enter your life for a reason you don’t understand… until it’s too late.* It was the beginning of winter when Zara moved into the old apartment building on Maple Street. She was starting over—new city, new job, new life. Her past was something she didn’t talk about. She just wanted peace, silence, and a fresh start.The building was quiet, filled with older people and a few young families. Her apartment was 6A, on the sixth floor. Right across the hall was apartment 6B.She never saw who lived there. The door was always shut. The lights were off. No one came or left. Just a small wooden sign hung on the door with a name: "Rehan."
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Chapters
A House with Two Rooms
Once, Areej and Saad were the perfect couple. They met in college. Saad was smart and quiet. Areej was kind and full of life. Together, they dreamed of a future filled with love, laughter, and little arguments that would end with hugs.After graduation, they got married. Everyone said, “Mashallah, such a beautiful couple.” In the beginning, everything was new and exciting. They decorated their small apartment with cheap fairy lights and big dreams. They watched movies under one blanket, shared one plate of food, and believed nothing could ever come between them.But love is not just in good moments. It’s tested in the hard ones.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Families
The Making of a Monster
Once there was a boy named Izaan.He lived in a small town, poor but peaceful. Izaan was kind, honest, and always helped others. His mother worked as a cleaner, and his father had died when Izaan was just three years old. Even though they were poor, Izaan’s mother always taught him to stay honest, never lie, and believe in hard work.Izaan believed her. He studied hard, worked part-time in shops, and dreamed of becoming a police officer to protect people and make his mother proud. But the world wasn’t kind to Izaan.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Criminal
A Cry in the Darkness
The first time Areeba felt the weight of the world, she was only five. She didn’t know it was called grief. She didn’t know it was called loneliness. She just knew that while other girls were hugged and kissed goodnight, she sat on the cold floor outside her room, too afraid to cry loud enough for anyone to hear.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Criminal
The Promise That Stayed
In a quiet village wrapped in hills and silence, two children grew up under the same sky, chasing the same butterflies, and laughing at the same silly jokes. Asfandyar and Durkhanae were inseparable—two souls so gently tied together that even time couldn’t loosen the bond.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Humans
