Pain In My Soul Novels & Stories

Because eventually, after carrying too much pain. the soul stops shutting down out of hatred for love. It shuts down out of exhaustion from surviving it.

His words still have a slurring quality to it and they don’t put my mind at ease at all. He lazily lifts his other hand till he is wiping away the worry lines from my forehead. “It’ll pass. The physical pain always passes, it’s the pain in your fucking soul that takes its merry time.” There is something so heartbreaking about the way he is speaking. Like he is the one who lost everything and he is the one who cannot get past it. I don’t like the way that makes me feel. I don’t like the way it makes me doubt things I know to be true.

Pain had become a constant companion, etched deep within my soul, surpassing the superficiality of physical injuries. I paused for a moment, my mind wandering through the labyrinth of memories that haunted me. The battles I fought, both on the outside and within, had left scars that ran far deeper than any physical wound. The pain I endured was not just from the blows I received, but from the shattered dreams, broken trust, and the loss of innocence.

Listening to him I chuckled and said looking towards Aradhiya who is seeing me with boring expression," trust me. Those pain are nothing in front of my hearts pain which I am having every time." Hearing me, Aradhiya left the room without saying anything. I just chuckled at her behaviour. I know she is insulting me intentionally. Well, it's her right to say anything to me. I don't mind. But somewhat I am feeling pain and becoming depressed. I really wanted to feel all those tortures which I had given her. I want to feel her every pain. Call me psycho or mental patient. I will do anything to earn her forgiveness. The doctor asked me surprisingly, " Sir, are you having any heart problem? "

And now I remain locked up here to suffer till I give birth to him. I hate you! You are nothing but a pain! I can never be a mother to such a nightmare! I cried and screened so much. I was worn out but I just couldn't stop screaming and crying. It was all too much for me. The Unknown POV "Hahahaha! I see you have done tour job well." I said. I had sent 'She' to get the demon of deceit and pain to work on Peggy's mind. "Yes master. I did just as you asked. The oldyoung spider demon is feeding her mind with what she believes to be real. Hahahaha!" 'She' said and laughed the more.

I clutched a hand over my heart and curled my body on the ground. It hurt... It fucking hurt. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my whole life. I felt like dying. No, feeling like dying was an understatement. It was like my body and soul were ripped in half. Rhett and I couldn't stop roaring from the pain. ‘Make it stop, make it stops, MAKE IT STOP!’ I shouted in my mind. Instead of getting better, the pain intensified. Other than feeling as if my soul and body were torn apart, there was now a feeling of being burned alive.

There are no words, languages, gestures or even thoughts that can express the pain of loss. It is so deeply aching and soul-wrenching with inordinate care, cutting slowly and painfully with the blunt side of the knife. The pain is phenomenal, incredibly painful, extraordinarily painful, fatally painful. It's pain, pain, pain, just pain. And it doesn't give in, it doesn't calm down, it doesn't give up. And the soul writhes, revolves, cries, screams and groans in dull moans that take over the body, make the spirit stagger and stun. The pain of loss has no sound, no voice, and invades the core of being silently and cruelly, making the body hurt and sick. It massacres the soul to such an extent

Hope POV There is something inside me that I didn't think could break anymore, I thought I had already suffered all the pain, physical and mental. I have lost loves, friends and enemies. I have shattered and reinvented myself. I felt my soul being torn, my skin being burned, my bones being broken and my muscles being ripped. I knelt and begged, I prayed and cursed. I cried tears of blood watching the souls of some comrades being annihilated. I cried because I lost a love, I cried because I lost lovers, I cried because I couldn't be close to the one I longed to be with the most. I cried and begged for the pain to stop.

"They took you in because you earned it. Because you deserve every bit of love you get." The bar lights blurred, a kaleidoscope of our stolen past. I learned then that a soul can indeed feel pain—a pain a hundred times worse than the bone-burning agony I'd endured when the virus ate through my body during those drug trials…

Sukhon aur dukhon wali Saari saugaton mein Sang tujhe rakhna hai Sang tujhe rakhna hai Tere sang rehna Meri duniya mein bhi Mere jazbaaton mein Teri milti nishani kahin Jo hai sabko dikhani kahin Mai toh jaanti hu marke bhi Mujhe aati hai nibhani kahin Woh hi karna hai jo hai kehna Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi. (O... I didn't find those spiritual eyes anyplace I didn't find that glowing face anyplace Neither I found those heartfelt talks Nor that fresh youthful attractiveness anyplace I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like You