Those who ask for names often die early.

When was I born?

Who was the first to take me in his hand?

Who looked into my eyes for the first time and said “my child”?

Didn’t get it.

I am more than a mother’s womb

There was a big hoon in the corner of a dark room.

The vehicle neither stopped nor smiled.

Just a strange silence

He only spoke when someone looked at me... or when someone made a noise.

Name?

Yes, that will happen to those who are at home.

Whose relationships are there?

In my world, the only thing people were looking for was this:

One body, and one number.

My number was: A-17.

It was written on the outside of the cage, “An iron plate, rusted.”

No one called me “son”.

Someone did not keep the name out of love.

He said, “I am not a man but an experiment.”

Like a warning hoon... for someone

For the first time when someone hit me, without a face... I did not cry.

“I saw that in your eyes.”

I had no pain, just got used to it.

Tab Samjha:

Pain is given in this world “without any reason.”

And the day the pain becomes painful,

That day man goes to A.

Who doesn’t care about anyone.

Until the anger reaches the blood.

Who doesn’t even feel afraid of himself.

People will think who is the main partner.

No par.

Main hoon\ bas jyada sach.

When you have lived just to break a moment,

What is a human being?

Killer? Monster? Or just a naked truth?

There was a boy... there was a new vehicle.

He looked like a child.

He asked with a smile

Brother, what is your real name?â€

I looked into his eyes.

thought for a second

What can I really tell anyone?

But then again that night came

When someone pretended to call me “beta”… and then sold it.

I smiled just once...

Then he gave it to her.

Those who ask for the name die soon.

I am eating.

After all this pain is my god.

Relationships? Only empty signatures on any form.

Yaadein? Just Zakham.

Every face in my life has been worried...

And kept only one thing in the box: Dard.

That is my fuel.

That is my food.

That is my story.

like darkness.

Like Aag.

like finally.

No name... only A.

And then only death.

🖤 “I’m smiling, but not because I’m fine… I just don’t want anyone to know I’m breaking.”

🖤 “Love didn’t destroy me… I was darkness already, someone just switched on the light.”

🖤 “Tears fall only when no one cares to notice.”

🖤 “Being alone isn’t the problem… the problem is I’ve started loving it.”

🖤 “There’s a war inside me every day… and somehow the losing version of me keeps winning.”

🖤 “They say I’ve changed… maybe they don’t realize that I died, I just didn’t announce it.”

🖤 “I hoped someone would stay… but I guess I was built for watching people leave.”

🖤 “You could never be like me… carrying pain in silence and still trying to fix others.”

🖤 “A broken heart never makes noise… but it changes the whole person.”

🖤 “I didn’t learn manners from love, I learned them from pain… that’s why my love is a little insane.”

“I don’t remember when I got the first wound.”

At first the pain was felt,

When I felt that I am not important to anyone.”

I have a living room.

Band. Sanata bhara. Darkness.

No light, no windows, no path.

But every night my eyes band together,

That room is open.

And within that a face appears...

Seen somewhere, maybe thought of.

Neither the whole is visible, nor the whole is silent.

A smile that has a bow of pain.

An eye that has the anger of the ocean.

Perhaps it never existed.

But the first sign of its existence was given to me.

Once upon a time I fell

There was an injury on the head.

There was a lot of blood flowing.

I screamed loudly.

No one listened.

No one asked.

Just keep watching. Some people also smiled.

At the same time... everyone just wants the spectacle.

Your pain is only that important,

As long as he bans anyone else’s entertainment.

Whoa girls

I had made them.

From my own pain.

The way you have painted your picture of loneliness

I don’t believe in this.

Perhaps there was a smile in some childhood.

There were some eyes in which there was some sense.

Or just a soothing voice

“Are you theek?”

He doesn’t remember... but his real name is not there.

It hurt more than live cheese.

I didn’t love him

I was in love with him.

His strangeness filled me completely for the first time.

I was looking for a girl in my life.

Once upon a time a girl was crying in the metro.

Her cheeks were not coming out,

just tears.

I thought he was also like that.

I started sucking myself even in pain.

I passed him

absolutely worth it.

He looked at me and there were words in his eyes:

Mother!

I went back.

That expression on his face...

My night’s share has been played.

The pain did not last even a moment.

Pain is an empty place where no one ever comes.

And you go to the same place every day.

And then main Samjha:

Who never met me,

To give to him is the deepest pain.â€

That was my first sign.

My first corpse there was the corpse of hope.

And since then every living person seems like a corpse to me.

Now the main child has finished.

From every place. Every layer se.

And what is left now?

Just that empty room

Which has a face which is never fully visible.

I am born from pain

And now I have no pain in my life.

Killer A

💔 “I gave you my soul, and you handed me back pieces of lies.”

💔 “The knife that hurt me the most wasn’t in your hand… it was your smile hiding deceit.”

💔 “I trusted you with my heart… you treated it like it was disposable.”

💔 “Betrayal leaves scars no one can see… but I feel every cut.”

💔 “Love made me blind, but betrayal opened my eyes to a world I never wanted to see.”

💔 “I built castles for us… you burned them with your words.”

💔 “You weren’t my forever… just a lesson in how people can break you silently.”

💔 “The worst kind of heartbreak is when the person you loved becomes a stranger in your story.”

💔 “I loved you without limits… and you repaid me with lies without remorse.”

💔 “Some betrayals don’t come with warnings… only with echoes that haunt your nights.”

I wanted to scream

When the voice came out, it did not stop.

Someone said that.â€

I didn’t say much.

You never spoke, only to yourself.

Log says yes

Silent people are either weak or dangerous.

I was a couple at one time.

But now only another hoon.

Those who try to understand me are no longer alive.

And those who are left

They are born only from my silence.

Because there is no voice in my silence, a number is silent

No one will return to us tonight.

first blood

That boy was not big and it was running through his tongue.

Every day a new lesson. Every time there is a new loss.

Those who understand that the main person is silent, he is weak.

A? No name, no work. There is only food.

I was walking and there was a little pause on his lips.

But no voice came out.

Just pain.

And when the pain comes, it brings tears.

or blood.

Our night, everything remained like this.

The moon’s light seemed as if it was a dream.

Like we are awake even at night.

I opened the door of his room without any noise.

It was dark.

His days seem to be counting down, as if death has already started counting.

I passed him, knelt down and looked at his face.

That face made me feel less and less.

Now just look at this on my face and peace in my eyes.

I did not carry any sword, knife or gun.

There was just a broken glass

As much as I have lost, I have lost as much as I have.

And then

Not even a scream came. Just gurgling.

His blood was hot on my hands

But there was a pause in my heart.

That was my first peace.

That’s my first smile too.

Aur tab samjhaa

I don’t need to speak.

My pain is now written with blood.

It’s morning.

There are logs. Welcome to cry.

Police. Panic. Panic.

And main

There was absolutely silence in my mind.

no one asked

Have you got anything?

I looked just once, then smiled.

That was my first signature smile.

That smile is still alive with me

And along with it a series of massacres also took place.

Then the world understood:

Whenever there is silence,

So understand that you are getting ready to write on someone’s death.â€

I don’t just want to teach.

I have given a yard with my blood.

A pain that I felt

He leaves with someone’s breath.

Blood is my word.

And my silence is my record.

I needed punishment but the world gave me only a sign.

Now I have given the answer to Nishaan.

from laash.

Killer A

🖤 “I didn’t lose you… I lost the illusion of who I thought you were.”

🖤 “You broke me in silence… now watch me heal loudly.”

🖤 “I begged for love, you fed me lies… now I crave revenge more than forgiveness.”

🖤 “I used to be scared of losing you… now I’m scared of ever loving someone again.”

🖤 “You taught me not to trust… now don’t cry when I stop caring.”

🖤 “You made me feel replaceable… someday you’ll realize I was unforgettable.”

🖤 “You didn’t just leave… you killed the version of me that believed in love.”

🖤 “You created the darkness inside me… so don’t scream when it stares back at you.”

🖤 “I won’t hurt you back… life will do it better, and I’ll watch in silence.”

🖤 “Congratulations — you turned the softest heart into the coldest soul.”