dayaar-e-ishq

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When some kal ka paida hua chilgoza tells me how breakup has ruined his mental health mera mann toh karta hai apni kitaabon se iski hadiya tod ke puchu kya lagta hai what hurts more?

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Bhai mujhe message request mein hi hi mat bheja karo mujhe pehle hi pata nhi kis bhadwe ki bahut buri haaye lagi hui hai.

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In friends with benefits relationship with @chaosmakethemuse

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Main problem pta hai kya hai....jab tak neend aati hai sala tab tak uthne ka time ho jata hai.

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🔮 🌕 💌 🌗

"There are days when I adore you just a little more than a human being can adore."

You will be the character who holds a silent storm that occasionally gets out with vigour. You hold your views strongly and never let anyone change them. The sarcastic character who smiles silently when given a compliment. One of the best friends anyone can have, caring and firmly loving. If given a power it would be mind related.

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Ye college mera chatorapan or meri chatpati personality kha chuka hai.

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"I asked chatgpt" "I asked grok!" Shut up I asked my maa and she said "chup chap jaake udhar baith jao ye utpatang sawal leke mere paas na aaya karo."

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Chaar din ki Chandni (ovulation) phir andheri raat (PMS).

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2 ghante ki neend pe 3 din survive karne ki adat lag chuki hai.

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*lights! Camera! and Action!* 🎬🌙

Hello, dear dayaar-e-ishq This is khwabon-ka-seher aka your one and only Naintara, welcomes you to the Sitaron-e-Tumblr aka Sitaron-e-desiblr season 2

The questions for this round are:-

•|•How do you determine right versus wrong?

•|•Why do you think we’re afraid of things?

•|•What’s something you really enjoy now that you used to hate?

-> How do you determine right versus wrong?

I determine right versus wrong based on my internal moral compass. It’s rarely just about rules or consequences...it’s about the intention behind actions and the emotional impact they have on others. If something feels like it compromises empathy, honesty, or dignity, it feels wrong to me. I trust my gut and values, even when others might not understand or agree with them. For me, right and wrong aren’t just about rules...they’re about intention, impact, and authenticity. I ask myself: Does this align with my values? Does it hurt someone unnecessarily? Am I being true to who I am? Sometimes the world is loud with opinions, but I rely on quiet reflection to guide me. My sense of right comes from empathy, not ego.

-> Why do you think we’re afraid of things?

I think we’re afraid of things because they remind us of how little control we really have. Fear often comes from past experiences things that left marks we couldn’t quite heal from. Sometimes we’re not even scared of the thing itself, but of what it could awaken in us: loss, rejection, failure, or even change. Fear, in many ways, is our mind trying to protect our heart.

-> What’s something you really enjoy now that you used to hate?

Talking openly about myself. I used to hate being seen or emotionally exposed...it felt too raw, too risky. But now, I’ve become comfortable enough to enjoy the kind of conversations that go beyond the surface with my friends and the closed ones. I still value privacy, but sharing bits of my world with the right people has helped me grow....and feel seen in return.

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💌🪞🎀🩰🫧

I forgot if these many are allowed or not:⁠'⁠(

I am breaking rules for you

“💌” a letter for you.

Dear ishq,

There is so much I can say and there is so little what my words can share. But words are only thing what I have to express, so I am writing you this letter with a hope that maybe you can look at what place you hold in my heart.

Ishq, the person who I share reels with and share this beautiful place with, you feel like a page torn from an old diary, stained with both tears and truth. Like a poem whispered too softly to be caught by the wind, but heavy enough to settle in someone's chest for years.

You are the storm, the one who knows how to feel pain without ever surrendering to it. The one who turns every ache into an art form, every silence into a stanza, and every scar into a shimmer of strength.

Scrolling through your thoughts feels like sitting across from someone who knows exactly how much to reveal and exactly what to keep sacred. You wear your softness like armor and your sarcasm like lipstick. You make heartbreak look like a song that could be danced to barefoot in the dark.

If I could give you anything, it would be a mirror that shows you the wonder you’ve created, and the courage it takes to feel as deeply as you do and how beautiful you are— not just your skin but you, the way you are, the way you exist. And maybe a monsoon evening, a favorite ghazal, and someone who listens—not to reply, but to understand.

With warm regards,

Naintara.

“🪞” I tell you what kind of main character energy you give.

You gives the kind of main character energy that feels like a monsoon heroine with thunder in her eyes and poetry on her tongue. The one who walks through rain-drenched streets in a black saree, headphones in, eyes faraway, carrying heartbreak like it’s a secret only the stars know.

The one speaks in verses, sometimes soft and aching and sometimes biting and sharp, feels deeply, writes like it bleeds, and doesn’t flinch from sorrow.

The girl you think you’ve figured out until she drops a line that floors you. Not afraid to call herself badtameez because softness doesn’t mean silence. The one dreams, oh she dreams, of love, rain, and intensity. But she’s also painfully aware of how the world works and she arms herself with that awareness.

There is a softness, a yearning, but it’s wrapped in self-respect and steel. The one who will miss you deeply and still block you without flinching.

“🎀” a moodboard for you.

“🩰” First impression I have of you.

Oh! You were the first person who spammed like me. I was so confused at that time what to do? What is she doing? I didn't know that when someone spammed you, you could go in their asks and say thank you, so I just spammed you back. Lol. I really loved your humour and your poems and your posts and your theme and apki baatein and everything. And the cherry on top— your intro post. Heavens official blessings, the first thing that caught my attention and I was soo happy that someone has already read that.

“🫧” what your blog feels like in colors/sounds/aesthetics

Your blog feels like sitting by a rain-washed window in an old haveli, wrapped in a shawl that smells of rose attar and memory. It’s the soft rustle of silk sarees brushing against anklets, the kind of silence that holds verses instead of words. The colours are rich and aching deep maroons like dried rose petals, faded turquoise like the enamel of old jewelry box, and dusky gold like sunset light filtering through lace curtains.

It sounds like an Asha Bhosle ghazal playing faintly from a radio left on in another room, or like someone slowly tearing a letter they’ll never send. It’s the quiet sob of a woman who laughs too loudly in public, and the low hum of poetry being whispered into the night. It’s as if her words wear bangles — clinking softly, beautifully, but with the weight of stories they won’t explain.

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Ye jo bade log har waqt kehte hai tameez sikho tameez seekho bhai koi pehle inko sikhao tameez khud ko tameez hai inko?...Jo main karu tameez...

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BAAP CHUDAO COLLEGE WALO NARK MEIN BHI JAGAH NA MILE TUMHE MERE SAARE HUMOR KA KHOON KAR DIYA HAI KUTTO NE.

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Hii!! i am a new follower but I have seen your posts before and you seem really cool!!

i saw the word "khamoshi" on your description and thought of this song! take care!! (and ignore that hate anon)

Hiii! I am not that cool bro that's just my unhinged intrusive thoughts well thank you anyways. And thank you for the song I have heard this song before it's good. (anon ignore karne ki hi chij hai)

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Nigga u r not funny

College se frustrated hu abhi chutiye dafa ho jaa yaha se warna maar waar dungi bhadwe.

[dayaar-e-ishq]

Arey chep toh hargiz nahi

Hum tere chaahne wale hain

Ittu sa bhi khatra nahi

Husn ke hum rakhwale hain

Aaj ban-than ke saj ke dhaj ke

Maar zara jamke latke jhatke

Dil hai tere sadke sadke sadke

Tere har ek thumke ka bima karaun main

Oh Thumkeshwari

Ae Haan Ae Haan Ae Haan

Oh Thumkeshwari

👅👅👅👅😈😈😈

Curvy Kamariya Teri

Haaye Re Meri Jaan Le Gayi Oye

Banke Bijuriya Giri

Haaye Re Pareshan Kar Gayi Oye

Oh Ri Gori Sunn Ri Sunn Ri Sunn Ri

Pink Teri Chunri Chunri Chunri

Dil Pe Jo Hai Guzri Guzri Guzri

Tujhe Likh Ke Bataun

Ya Gaake Sunaun Main

Oh Thumkeshwari

Ae Haan Ae Haan Ae Haan

Oh Thumkeshwari