Beyond the blinding lights and curated facades of Bollywood lies a world of quiet islands, hidden rooms, and dysfunctional realities. When reclusive veteran Akshaye Khanna collides with the vibrant, unstoppable force of Tanya Shroff, a quiet game of secrets turns into a deep, consuming love story neither was prepared for. From the volatile highs of awards to the crushing lows of addiction and grief, their love is a cinematic epic. In a world of fame, can their bond survive the ultimate spotlight? For every true Bollywood fan, this is an unfiltered, behind-the-scenes journey into the shattering fractures that the cameras never show. -an absolute must-read. Tropes : Age Gap Co-stars to Lovers Giving Love Another Chance Star kid x Star kid

Haveli ki sangeen deewaron mein dabi ek sachai, jo har raat cheekhti hai. Rehman Dakait fanfic.

"Ishq siyasat nahi sikhata, aur siyasat ishq ki ijazat nahi deti".

This ff was created on Colorstv's most popular show barristerbabu. Its totally based on my imagination. I am starting my story from Manorama and Anirudh's marriage track. Anirudh asked bondita to go hostel or accept his marriage. But Bondita ran from house in anger and met with an accident. That accident will change their life forever.To know more peep inside my story🤗. Thankyou ❤️ Best ranking till now : 🏅1.barristerbabu 🏅1.anidita 🏅1.pravist mishra 🏅1.womenrights 🏅2. anirudh

Everyone warned her about the man she married. No one warned her how gently he would hold her. On their first night together, Ulfat steps into a room full of doubt and finds a love that burns slow, patient, and devastatingly deep. Behind the reputation, behind the power, Rehman belongs only to her - and for one night, the world outside ceases to exist. There are vows spoken aloud... and vows written in skin and breath.

A fanfiction on Rehman Dakait's rise to power pre-Dhurandhar. NOTE! : This is a fictional story and is not based on the real life criminal. Please be mindful when reading it. WARNINGS! : Contains mature content. Read at your risk.

I can't stop my imagination after Rehman' s death , I don't want to suffer alone so I wrote this for u to suffer with me 😫. This story does not promote any terrorists, their names are used as a character in this story . This story contains original lyrics of songs - par channa de, sanu nehr wale pul and lambi judai .

Tarun and Roop met when she was returning from her house job. Tarun was leaning against a pole, eyes filled with rage; he knew he was fighting for a case he could never truly win. Roop, on the other hand, was extremely happy. She had just finished her house job. Roop was scrolling on her phone, sipping her coffee, unaware of the presence in front of her. Roop bumped into Tarun, spilling her coffee all over his lawyer's suit. Tarun was about to scold her when he looked up, and their eyes met. Her amber colored eyes were deeper than any ocean, Tarun felt as if he had fallen into her eyes. Roop kept murmuring apologies. She took her yellow, white embroidered dupatta to wipe his stained shirt. Tarun froze. He gently took her wrist and lowered her hand, gesturing that she didn't need to do that. Instead, he offered to go to a cafe and have coffee, as she had spilled hers on him. To his surprise, she agreed. Over time, their conversations became longer, and their silence felt comfortable. On Roop's birthday, Tarun proposed to her. Soon after, they got married. One stormy night, Roop returned late from an emergency and saw Tarun with his colleague, Anaya. Misunderstanding the situation, she rushed in, slapped him, and left despite his explanation. Over the years, both were acing their fields. She was a highly successful pediatrician, and he was one of the best criminal lawyers in the country. Their lives seemed normal; however, they missed each other every day. She missed the way he used to hug her and caress her hair. She still uses their picture as a bookmark in one of her medical magazines. Tarun still has her black hair clip, which she had forgotten to take. He still misses the way she would hold his hand when he was worried, grounding him. Almost 5 years later, they meet again on a mutual friend's wedding. Both are unaware of each other's presence until their eyes meet. All the silence of the five years feels louder than ever.

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A love beyond the borders!🎀