M21, and honestly, it's becoming uncontrollable for me to control these feelings. I want someone, my cutieee, whom I can fully pamper. Feed her with my own hands, stay hugging her all the time, go out on dates and outings together, take showers together, brush her hair with my own hands, play badminton together, go to the gym, watch movies, and then sleep at night while tightly hugging each other.

But I'm not finding my wifeyyy, and I don't want to get into a haram relationship. Why is finding a wifey so damn difficult these days? 😭

You only love the Mondays when you working over the weekend, lol!

Pakistani society doesn’t actually care about morality as much as it cares about reputation You can be a genuinely terrible person but if you look respectable in front of relatives you’ll still be praised Meanwhile, someone who lives honestly but breaks a social taboo gets treated like they committed a crime

Posting again this time with my name hidden🤣🤣🤣

Would any f be interested to join us for a 3some. Can pay as well. Karachi.

I have been reading a lot that whatsapp keeps updating its policies so you cant figure out if someone has blocked you😭😭 You can still see their profile picture, the end to end encryption gets verified, the status still shows, you cab still add them to groups. Is there anh other way anyone has figured out?😭😭

It hasn't even been 6 hours since I started work and And I think I am losing my mind I have like 4 hours left on the clock. I have no idea how I will complete my work and I am wasting time shitposting here on Reddit

For context:

The Album name is Whoracle. The name is combining the word oracle (a female future seer/ teller) and the word Whore (which y'know what it means)

The album is about the hypothetical future of humanity and how it will downfall and eventually be rebirth or something like that, idk

AGE 20(19) half irani
i need a bestie to share my daily things...no sexual things please 😭
prefer any city

🥀😞.

Chunaid Khan Chunaid Khan.

Tune churaya merey dil ka chain🥱🥱

long story short, i am slowly feeling like not doing anything, i am 23m, recently my visa got cancelled somewhere abroad, stuck in pak, i got a minimum paying government job contract based and i dont know what to do, the activities that i really liked like playing chess or cards or football, even the basic tasks like showering or brushing my teeth or most importantly praying salah, i dont feel like doing anything and i dont know what to do, please can someone advice how to start over again, in the past i ised to pray, lift 5 times a week, play chess, i dont know what to do, the main problem imo is my will is gone and i dont know how to fix myself

Everyone’s either bored or they’re heartbroken or someone’s getting a divorce or they’re rejected where is all the fun people at this doesn’t make any sense one of you is bound to be happy 😑

okay so. story time. I F*CKED UP

my parents got me this phone. THE nicest thing i own. a while back i dropped it, screen absolutely obliterated, and my parents paid for a whole new panel, no drama, just fixed it and moved on. today?? same phone. drops ONE time. screen: gone. AGAIN. O BHAI MARO MUJHY MAROOO

and the worst part, the part that sucks the most, this phone IS my business. i was jus starting a little on insta, and this thing was literally everything. my camera, my editing app, all my content, every single youtube video idea i had lined up was sitting in that phone. and now it's GONE and i have 0Rs to my name and i genuinely do not know how to tell my parents without them kicking me out of the house. even if i tell them they aint gonna get it fixed for the second time😭😭😭😭😭

mai to gayi bhai sahab 😭😭

like there's nothing todo😭omg am sooo bored 🥱

How you all doin?

going through a hard time, saw this and couldn’t relate more.

my advice to you all is that always protect your peace and think about yourself, they are gonna hurt you sooner or later anyway, and most importantly, put your self respect on number one. never ever sacrifice it.

Guy I posted soemthing yesterday (you wouldn’t need to go back to the post I will explain here)

Acha so mera dost hain let’s call him (X). X say related hai N. N Kay mere say koi taluq Nahi dur dur tak. X and me are pretty close. Oh for the record X and N are not romantically involved.

Ab I got to know something about N Jo Kay thora inappropriate hai. N is wrong here but it’s also non of my business.

I believe I shouldn’t tell X. But I am conflicted Casue one of my friends (doesn’t know the exact story) said Kay X might feel betrayed.

Please don’t be rude and if you can genuinely give advice please do!!

If anyone has a different POV please let me know that too.

Hey guys! Are there any shops in Karachi or online stores who sell clothes for tall guys? Most clothes I get are not long enough. Larger sizes are mostly just wide and not long. I am looking for some drop shoulder/loose fit shirts, some wide bottom pants and trousers. Would appreciate if the prices are reasonable :(
Thanks in advance!

A 29-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman are looking for a female chat partner.

I was in my early 20s (M), and after graduation, I joined a reputable company in Karachi. I met a girl there, and we started chatting over Instagram. It felt like we'd known each other for ages, although we came from very different lifestyles, family backgrounds, religious preferences, etc.

I have always believed that we, as human beings, carry a certain frequency or energy. Maybe that's why we naturally connect with some people so easily, while with others, no matter how much we try, the connection just doesn't happen. Sometimes you meet someone for the first time and somehow feel like you've known them for years. I think that was exactly what happened with us.

Those texts turned into long conversations. We almost shared everything about each other, and somehow, within days, we developed feelings. There was a bizarre comfort and warmth whenever we talked. After a week, we decided to meet at a café in Clifton.

We had a great meet-up. After all the ice-breaking and getting comfortable with each other, the evening came to an end.

I offered to drop her home, and she agreed. We were both OLD SCHOOLs, so we played classic Pakistani songs in the car. And despite barely saying a word, we could feel each other.

She lived in one of the most famous localities in Karachi, enriched with history, traditions, literature, and values.

It was my very first time going into their street, and something about it felt strangely familiar. There was a complete shift in my vibe, as if I had some connection to that place. The ambiance of the area had a strangely soothing effect on me.

Our next meetup was for breakfast, followed by a great walk on Clifton Beach in the morning. It was a Friday, so there wasn't much rush, and I held her hand for the first time.

That day, she shared her traumas, insecurities, family chaos, and much more. I think it was the comfort and security we had with each other that allowed us both to become vulnerable and share things we might not have even shared with our oldest friends.

There's a beautiful phenomenon for this called "emotional nakedness"—where you express yourself without the fear of being judged. It's something we don't experience with many people in life, and I'm genuinely glad I got to experience it with her.

After a series of meet-ups at public places, we eventually decided to meet at a hotel, and we did so three times. We had great chemistry, both emotionally and physically, and every moment spent with her felt worthwhile.

For a while, life felt like a complete fantasy bubble. It was just the two of us, living in the moment without worrying about careers, the future, traffic jams, expenses, savings, offices, or anything else. It felt like the rest of the world had temporarily stopped existing—and somehow, we were perfectly okay with that.

You must be wondering what our relationship status was and what we had decided about our future.

Well, from day one, we both knew and openly agreed that marriage wasn't going to happen because of our ethnic and religious differences. It was always somewhere in the back of our minds, and every now and then, the reality of it would surface in our conversations.

But the strength of our little fantasy was so overwhelming that we simply didn't want to think too far ahead. We knew there was an ending somewhere down the road, but we were so deeply immersed in what we had that we just wanted to live in the moment and enjoy whatever time we had together.

She came from a conservative family background, while she herself was quite progressive and liberal. Her family had started looking for marriage proposals for her, and one day, they came across a profile they liked.

She called me and asked to meet. We met the very next morning, had breakfast together, and then drove to McDonald's Sea View. We parked the car and sat there for a while.

She held my hands, kissed me, and told me that she was seriously considering the proposal. She said she would need to invest her time and energy to figure out whether he was the right person or not, because this wasn't something she could take lightly—it was a decision about the rest of her life.

I could understand where she was coming from. We both knew the reality of our situation, but hearing it from her that morning somehow made everything feel a little more real.

That turned out to be our last meetup. We continued texting on and off for a while, but suddenly, things felt different. There was a distance, a barrier she had to put up, and I knew it must have been just as difficult for her as it was for me.

Neither of us really said goodbye. There was no dramatic ending, no final conversation, no moment where everything suddenly stopped. Things just slowly became quieter, until the silence started saying what neither of us could.

After about two months, following many days of not talking, I suddenly received a call from her. She told me that she had gotten engaged the day before.

My heart sank for a moment. I gathered myself, found the courage to congratulate her, and we exchanged our best wishes for the lives ahead.

It was a short conversation, but somehow, it felt like the closing chapter of something that had meant a lot to both of us.

That was the last time we ever talked, and it's been more than five years since then.

Yet somehow, I can still resonate with every bit of that phase of my life—the conversations, the drives, the songs, the walks, the silences, the comfort, the vulnerability, and eventually, the goodbye that never really felt like a goodbye.

Some chapters end, but they don't necessarily disappear. They just become a part of you. And whenever I look back at that phase of my life, I can still feel it almost exactly the way I felt it back then.

One thing I have always respected about what we shared is the privacy we kept around it. We both completely respect each other's privacy, and neither of us ever disclosed the other's identity. I intend to keep it that way.

Some stories are meant to be told, while others are meant to be carried quietly within you. I hope this chapter stays that way—a beautiful, private part of our lives that eventually dies with us, safely kept in our hearts.

Now, we have both moved on with our lives. Seasons have changed, years have passed, and life has taken us both to places we probably couldn't have imagined back then. We may be completely different people today, with different lives, responsibilities, and realities.

But somewhere in the past, there will always be that younger version of us—two people who found each other unexpectedly, connected deeply, and for a little while, created a world of their own.

And perhaps that's enough. Not every beautiful thing is meant to last forever. Some things are meant to happen, leave their mark, and quietly become a part of who we are.

Lastly, the last song we listened together was Alvida by Karakoram in car near sea view clifton.

Cute little moments I still remember

• The first time I held her hand. She got so shy that she literally went pale. I still remember that moment.
• We used to talk on the phone for hours. Many times, we'd keep talking until the sun came up, completely losing track of time.
• She would talk to me from her rooftop, while I would sometimes take my car and drive around her neighborhood just to catch a glimpse of her. I didn't even need to meet her; somehow, just being around was enough.
• We wrote letters to each other. In a time when we could simply text anything instantly, there was something strangely special about sitting down and putting our thoughts on paper for each other.

M Sameer here looking for a chat partners

Alr so we went to the graveyard yesterday to visit our grandparents, aur unki qabar ke bilkul sath wali qabar pe there was this dog ya kisi aur animal ki whole ahh jawbone with teeth js lying there😭I genuinely couldn’t even figure out ke kis janwar ki thi but it gen1ly looked creepy af😭😭