Sakitnya Mencintai Dalam Diam Novels & Stories

[Don't get out from your doorstep] Tanha raho ya bheer mein [It doesn't matter if you're alone or in a huge crowd] Hoti nehi kaam yeh tanhaayeen [The loneliness won't fade a bit] Yeh ishq mein seelan bhari... [This love is filled with so many holes (wounds)] Aati kaha se hein gehraayi... [How does the density come in love?] Kaise rahega tanha akela... [How will you live lonely?] Ae dil tu maasum he.... [Oh my heart you're very innocent/naive] Aate hein kaise aankhon mein aansoo [How do eyes get tears (of sorrow)]

Just silence that didn’t feel empty anymore. And the fragile truth that sometimes, the closest two people come to love… is in the space between what they can’t say.

Because loving her silently is the only kind of devotion I can offer now. Because sometimes, the quietest wars are the ones that never end. Even if she never looks back.

Each of Dominick's faint breaths seemed like a gentle murmur in the still room. The aroma of herbs and the slightest hint of his blood filled the pack's healing quarters. The gloomy silence that weighed heavily on Lisa's chest was not much relieved by the dim light that came in through the stone walls. She was unable to take her eyes off of him, the guy she loved but who now appeared to be so far away.

Damian calmly mumbled and the doctor almost peed his pants when he realized the meaning behind Damian's words. “We'll do our best sir.” the doctor bow slightly in Respect before excusing himself… Damian went over to the ICU but of course he couldn't enter and could only stand by the door and watch over her from the glass doors… “Don't worry, My love.. I'm gonna make them suffer pain that's worse than death.” Damian mumbled while staring at the glass.. He could hear hurried footsteps but of course he didn't bother to take a look at whoever it was as he kept staring at his wife…

Elara sat in silence, her tears falling again. The room felt like two hearts beating apart, yet still tied together by something greater than pain—love, destiny, the bond they could not escape. And as the night grew deeper, Elara whispered so softly he almost didn’t hear, “Why does love have to hurt so much?” Damien closed his eyes, whispering back, “Because it is real.” The silence that followed was heavy, filled with questions, fear, and a love struggling to survive the storm.

“I’m not twisting anything. I’m just asking for something real. Anything. A flicker of pain. A tear. A scream. Something.” His silence was louder than any answer. That night, I crawled into bed with a pillow against my stomach — the same spot that used to rise when I touched it with hope. Daniel didn’t join me. He stayed in his study. For hours. And when he finally did come to bed, he laid beside me without a word. I stared at the ceiling and wondered… > Is this how love dies? Not with betrayal. Not with screams. But with silence? Tonight, back in my apartment, I curled onto the same couch. The blanket was new. The candles softer. The silence mine. But the ache? Still familiar. Seeing Luca h

I whisper in his ear, my voice slightly trembling with pain and love. I truly want to heal Alex like he healed me. I want to take away his pain and make him whole again. But I know healing doesn’t work that way. It’s slow, messy, and filled with moments like this—where silence speaks louder than words and touch carries more meaning than any promise I could make.

Despite her weakened state, love radiated from her being. “Nathan, you know how much I love you… Without you, life is meaningless. So, you can’t leave me.” “Alright,” he reassured her. “I’ll always stay by your side. You just need to recover quickly.” --- Meanwhile, in another room, Isabella curled up on her bed, staring at the blank ceiling. She felt an emptiness within her body, an ache that mirrored her soul. Tears, warm and silent, slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Her eyes flutter closed, then open again, meeting mine. “This is wrong,” she whispers. “I know.” “But you’re here anyway.” “I always will be.” For a moment, neither of us moves. The world outside feels miles away—like we’re the only two people still awake. Then she whispers, “You make me crazy, Ricardo.” “Good,” I say, voice rough. “Because you make me worse.” Her laugh is soft, nervous. “You can’t keep doing this. One day, we’ll get caught.” “One day isn’t tonight.”