Khushi invites the entire Raizada family to a Diwali dinner at her new private estate.

A love with tragic beginnings can have a happy ending. A married Sarbiya fanfic. Sarbuland and Rabiya are hiding their feelings from each other. Who will divulge their feelings first? A love letter to Zanjeerain. For angst-lovers.

Dear Readers, I have planned this to be a short story of Abhimanyu Birla and Akshara Goenka. This is unrelated to the show, though as I write this, I am absolutely inspired by the characters and bits and parts of the story-line. This might not be a story you want, but it is the story I shall write - for love and friendship and feelings that are unbearable. For something that is so true to pure that the feeling is for always, no matter what comes, let it, let it all come to you. It's not a sad story, it's actually a love story.

Prarthana and Shivansh get married, against her will, without her knowledge. Except, although Shivansh realises his mistake in bringing Prarthana into his revenge story, he's not quite willing to let the Zaveri's live in peace. Not yet. Except, Prarthana might agree that her marriage was valid to her, but that didn't mean she had to let her husband, or anyone else, walk all over her. Not again. So what do they do? They make a deal....

Just as Prarthana is finally about to prove her innocence to Shivansh, she realises her self-worth. She realises the betrayal she has gone through- one of being continuously blamed and never believed. And then, just like that, she leaves. _ This story is for all those people who are tired of Prarthana having a spine only when it's to support Shivansh, and self-respect only if it extends to her respect for him. It's for all those people whose heart ached when Prarthana begged for forgiveness for a mistake she did not commit. It's for... well. You'll see.

Shivansh Randhawa doesn't believe in love. Only power. Control. Silence But when his wife signs their divorce papers without flinching, he learns what true fear feels like - losing her. And if she thinks a signature is enough to sever them, she's about to learn what it means to be claimed by a man who doesn't let go. Because Prathana was never a choice. She was a possession. A madness. A woman he didn't know how to love- until she stopped trying to be loved at all. So let her run. Let her fight. But she won't leave. Not until he's made her feel every inch of what she's awakened. The hunger, the ruin. The obsession of a man who doesn't know how to let go. And never learned how to share. Even in rage, he wants her. Even in ruin, she is his. . .. ..... ........ Welcome to a short story of our beloved PraShiv. Because the writers have ruined my sanity beyond measure and I took it upon myself to give the PraShiv Arcs we deserve.

"Murtasim, could you please clarify if I am your fan, wife, or prosti...?", asked Meerab angrily, but he cut her off and angrily grasped her arms. That word alone caused his blood to race because he was unable to imagine having a relationship with Meerab other than that of a wife. From the moment he signed the papers, she became his wife, and he became solely hers. "Don't go there. You know that you are my wife and I never faked anything", he angrily said, drawing her in closer. However, she angrily pushed him away and averted her face, stating that she did not believe she was his wife. Now that she is aware of the worst truth about their marriage, she does not even want to listen to his sweet words which would manipulate her for sure if she stayed here for longer . She has lost her ability to think for herself. How could he possibly hurt her this badly? Were all those emotions, wonderful conversations, and romantic evenings just lies? Were all those images from the photo shoot together nothing more than lies? "No. I am not going to believe that. What a talented actor you are. I will not believe anyone now", she cried angrily as she clapped and turned to leave.He knew he had hurt her soul with just one choice, which was why he felt guilty. Though circumstances led it to appear as though he never loved her, she is the only girl with whom he fell in love. All of this is his fault because he knew she would be hurt, but he still hurt her. Now that he can not let her go, he does not know how to win her heart back. She is the most innocent woman he has ever met and she made him fall in love in this self-centered world. Did he, however, confess? No. So how on earth is he supposed to get her trust?

This is a short story...this story is based on actual kumkum bhagya track...

How differently could things have turned out after Waqas Ahmed had stormed into Khan Haveli and shown each and every member of the Khan's the mirror whilst clearing the smears of shame on Meerab's character? How differently could things have been for Meerab and Murtasim had their longing for one another after their cruel separation at Malik Zubair's and Haya's hands turned into something more fruitful? How differently could things have been if the writer of Tere Bin had been as extra, filmy and dramatic as yours truly? This four-shot begins from when Murtasim leaves Meerab in Karachi. Its what I believe was a heartbreakingly crucial point in the story. *Some mature content* Cover by my talented moonshine1_

Meerab is an ambitious and beautiful young girl who wants to pursue higher studies. Her entire world revolves around her parents and she believes in them the most. She is a headstrong personality. On the contrary, Murtasim hails from a powerful and influential family . He respects and values the morals and traditions of his family and refuses to let the family down. Their lives take an unexpected turn when a deep secret from the past comes out and they are forced to marry each other. Finding it hard to live with each other, slowly, they fall in love. But God has some other plans. Misunderstandings lead Meerab to leave the house, hence their separation. Years later, what will happen when Murtasim runs into someone he thought he has lost? Will everything be same for "Meerasim"?