Stories on my favourite Indian TV serials. This purely based on my imagination and if you don't like it kindly leave don't spread hate comments. Please vote if you like it

Anirudh broke bondita's heart very cruelly by bringing manorama as his second wife. But bondita easily forgave him which was so disappointed. So a version of anirudh and bondita's story from my side which started after giving anirudh a soul shaking regret of treating her this way. And then their journey towards the end. ( please excuse grammatical errors) ..................

Every day was a new experience of love for barrister Anirudh Roy Chowdhary & his wife barrister Bondita Roy Chowdhary. They relished each and every moment of their togetherness with the complete involvement of heart, mind, body and soul, setting an ideal example for the term 'soulmates'. This collection of tales of Mr.& Mrs.Barrister Babu, will give you insights into their aesthetic and delightful story through words and sometimes through music.

Bondita doesn't think much about Anirudh Roy Chaudhary. He comes back after years abroad, behaves well, speaks softly, and keeps to himself. There's nothing obviously strange about him. Except the way he looks at her. Not often. Just... long enough to make her wonder if she imagined it. She doesn't know what she ever did to stay in his mind. And the most twisting thing is, they stay in the same house. ⚠ I wrote this with care - please respect the effort and avoid copying or reposting.

Hello friends, as you know, in Barrister Babu, Batuk had pretended to be Anirudh and come to the Roy Chowdhury mansion. Yeah, it was surely disappointing for us viewers. We were all thinking and only waiting for Anirudh, who would be a caring husband to Bondita, but unfortunately, the makers ruined all our expectations. So, I was really thinking of writing a fan fiction from that plot, showing Anirudh as a caring husband. I had been thinking about it for a long time but didn't get a nice idea or didn't have time. But now, I really got the best idea, and finally, I'm going to start the FF.

This is a one-shot/two-shot/short story collection of Anidita stories. There is no specific timeline, and all the chapters will start with OS/TS/SS. This way I'll get to experiment with various different plots and ideas. Hope you enjoy!

Some nights leave marks deeper than any bruise. Some mornings shatter innocence in ways words cannot capture. Bondita was only sixteen when a night she could barely remember changed everything. The line between protection and betrayal blurred, leaving her fragile, trembling, and scarred. Anirudh-her patibabu, her protector-woke to a horror he could not undo, guilt gnawing at his soul with every heartbeat. Every touch, every glance, every attempt at care carried the weight of a past neither could erase. The fear, the shame, the pain-they linger like shadows, whispering that the world is broken. Yet somewhere, deep beneath the hurt, a fragile thread of trust remains. Could they ever rise from the ruins of that night, mend what was shattered, and allow themselves to feel hope again? Could they learn to trust, to heal, to maybe-even in the darkest corners-love one another?

The dim light of the haveli's room barely cut through the shadows, creating a suffocating, almost sepulchral atmosphere. A single oil lamp cast a faint, flickering glow, but its warmth was swallowed by the cold, heavy air. In the center of the room, two figures stood locked in a tableau of cruelty. Bondita, a vision of bridal beauty, was adorned in a resplendent red and gold Bengali saree, its intricate work a stark, tragic contrast to her terrified posture. A heavy veil, meant to be a symbol of modesty, clung to her head, concealing her face and making her seem like a faceless victim. Behind her, like a dark, looming shadow, Aniruddh stood in a golden kurta, his face turned away from the light. The gold, a symbol of divine blessing, looked like a mockery in his form. His hand was a vise on Bondita's shoulder, his fingers digging into her flesh, his knuckles white with suppressed rage. His other hand was at her neck, his thumb pressing cruelly into her windpipe. He was not embracing her; he was imprisoning her. The golden kurta seemed to glow with a false, sinister light, illuminating the stark contrast between the beauty of the bride and the darkness of her groom.

"What If" series of serial BARRISTER BABU Famous Couple Anidita,That is Anirudh and Bondita Tales.. As most of you are a Fan of Anirudh and Bondita , I am sure you will surely like this series :) , (Fingers crossed ) This story will contain some plots and twists which are mature if readers are uncomfortable reading it , please do refrain from reading. Critizism is always welcomed as I am just new story writer here