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Aijaz Ahmad Ashk

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इरादा था तेरी बाहों में ही ये अश्क दम निकले पर मेरी जान तुम तो पत्थर के सनम निकले ©Aijaz Ahmad Ashk #brokenbond

इरादा था तेरी बाहों में ही ये अश्क दम निकले पर मेरी जान तुम तो पत्थर के सनम निकले ©Aijaz Ahmad Ashk #brokenbond

Suchita Deval

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ले रहा था मोहब्बत की चादर इश्क के बाजार से, भीड़ से आवाज आई कफन भी लेते जाना अक्सर यार बेवफा होते है.!!! ©Suchita Deval #brokenbond Rimjhim Sharma Gyanendra Kukku Pandey Kshitija अvii miश्र ___राdhe @rahul kumar% shayari sad sad status sad shayari very sad love quotes in hindi sad quotes about life and pain

ले रहा था मोहब्बत की चादर इश्क के बाजार से, भीड़ से आवाज आई कफन भी लेते जाना अक्सर यार बेवफा होते है.!!! ©Suchita Deval #brokenbond Rimjhim Sharma Gyanendra Kukku Pandey Kshitija अvii miश्र ___राdhe @rahul kumar% shayari sad sad status sad shayari very sad love quotes in hindi sad quotes about life and pain

Miss Pandiit

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तू मेरे साथ होगा तो क्या कहेगा ज़माना मेरी यही एक तमन्ना, तेरा यही एक बहाना ©Miss Pandiit तेरा यही एक बहाना #brokenbond

तू मेरे साथ होगा तो क्या कहेगा ज़माना मेरी यही एक तमन्ना, तेरा यही एक बहाना ©Miss Pandiit तेरा यही एक बहाना #brokenbond

Abha Jain

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सच्ची बातें और बिन मांगी सलाह हर किसी को कड़वी लगती हैं चाहे वो अपनों को उनकी भलाई के लिए ही क्यों ना दी जाए। ©Abha Jain #brokenbond सच्ची बातें।

सच्ची बातें और बिन मांगी सलाह हर किसी को कड़वी लगती हैं चाहे वो अपनों को उनकी भलाई के लिए ही क्यों ना दी जाए। ©Abha Jain #brokenbond सच्ची बातें।

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

Kuldeep singh rj09

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उसने बिछड़ कर कहा अब ना मिलेंगे दुबारा हम इतना ही काफी है जिंदगी भर के लिए तेरे ना होने का गम...... ©Kuldeep singh rj09 #brokenbond

उसने बिछड़ कर कहा अब ना मिलेंगे दुबारा हम इतना ही काफी है जिंदगी भर के लिए तेरे ना होने का गम...... ©Kuldeep singh rj09 #brokenbond

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

DrAnamika Bhagat

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तुम्हारा नाम लेकर तुम्हें बदनाम नही करेंगे पर सुनो, हम तुम्हें कभी माफ नहीं करेंगे। ©DrAnamika Bhagat #brokenbond

तुम्हारा नाम लेकर तुम्हें बदनाम नही करेंगे पर सुनो, हम तुम्हें कभी माफ नहीं करेंगे। ©DrAnamika Bhagat #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