You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

He's 28, all rough edges and chaos. Got that classic bad-boy vibe - smokes like a chimney, drinks like it's a religion, and fights like he's got nothing to lose. Doesn't care about anyone or anything, especially his family. They dumped him in a hostel when he was a kid, left him crying and begging, and now? He won't even look at them. Trust issues? Yeah, he's got those. Push people away before they can hurt him, that's his motto. Arrogant, reckless, and doesn't give a damn about rules. But deep down? Probably just a kid still screaming, asking why no one stayed. -Armaan Singh Raizada She is 21, a girl with a loving and warm personality. In her childhood, her parents passed away in an accident, leaving her behind. Her mother's best friend, Sumitra, took her in and raised her as her own daughter. Since childhood, she has harbored a sweet~ crush on Armaan. - Mannat Desaii ~~~ Armaan secretly resents her because she is the reason he was sent to the hostel. His mother's constant care and affection for her made his father suspicious of children closeness, he doesnt want her in his house but because of his wife he was silent, believing that sending Armaan away would fix things, his father decided to went armaan hostel. To make matters worse, no one, not even his mother, stopped it from happening. That betrayal fuels the anger Armaan still carries "Two hearts tied by fate, torn apart by secrets and resentment. A girl with innocent love in her eyes, and a boy consumed by bitterness. What happens when childhood bonds turn into battles? When unspoken feelings clash with hidden scars? Step into a world where love fights against hate, and hearts are forced to choose between forgiveness and revenge. Will they heal each other, or will the weight of the past destroy them both? Read this story of tangled emotions and unexpected twists. ♦️Early Updates are available on stc

Nadia's tears streamed down her face as she prostrated herself in namaz, her body shaking with sobs. "Ya Allah, why did You accept my dua?" she whispered, her voice cracking with despair. A flashback hit her mind - her Nani's wise words: "Bewakoof ladki, aisi dua nahi mangte jisse baad mein pachtawa." (Foolish girl, don't make such prayers that you'll regret later.) Nadia's Nani had warned her about the dua she made in childhood, but she hadn't listened. Now, Nadia regretted her ignorance. She wished she had heeded Nani's words, had been more thoughtful about her prayers. "Why didn't I listen, Nani?" she whispered, feeling a pang of regret. Her tears fell onto the prayer mat as she begged Allah to change her destiny. "Please, Ya Allah, cancel my dua. I don't want to share my husband with anyone." Nadia's voice was barely audible, lost in her sorrow and desperation. Story of two friends nadiya and manahil who loved each dearly and can't live without each other .

"Having a sister is a blessing but maybe some people are not able to understand it" Everything was fine before their parents died, and everything changed. Not because they were dead cause still they were each other's support after that also but one day their faiths changed. Two brothers fell apart from their sister who loved them by her whole heart.nothing but a misunderstanding ruined the love they has for their sister, Aiza. On the other hand there are the cousins who are more like real siblings to them. And in that there's one more sister who the brothers love alot. Seeing the brothers loving there cousin, even though she didn't mind it as she loves her sister too, but still she felt worthless thinking that maybe their love isn't in her faith anymore. what will happen when she gives up on them?what will happen when she gets fed up from their ignorance? will she finally confront them? will she be able to let out her emotions? Get into the book to find out how they'll realise their mistakes and will let out the love they have for her. A family journey with alot of fun,fights and realisations. The urdu/hindi dialogues will not be translated in english, so please don't mind that. Picture's used in this book are not mine,credit goes to the owners,but the story line is mine so kindly do not copy. Enjoy!

Step into a world where love blooms in unexpected moments, where stolen glances turn into lifelong promises, and where every heartbeat whispers a new story. This collection of short romantic tales weaves together passion, longing, and serendipity-each story a glimpse into the magic of love in its purest form. Because every love story is special... and yours might just be hidden in these pages.

This story of nitya , who is an orphan , was sold out when she was a minor. She was caged by abhay and he used her for pleasure despite being married. Nitya became pregnant, abhay ordered to abort. Nitya ran away. Nitya started living in ngo and gave birth to daughter After a few years. She was made a surrogate mother of abhay and his wife's baby. But there too she suffered. The only daughter who loved her , also murdered by Abhay's wife . Kabir , Abhay's brother rescue her from there. Will she be loved by Kabir or she will remain unloved always. Check out

A SHORT STORY COLLECTION BOOK #1 Each story weaves together the intricate threads of human emotions, showcasing the beauty and complexity of love in its many forms. Random 2am stories doing Bhangra, garba, nagin dance and what not so thought to pen it down. You gonna love it ✿ #2inshortstorycollection

Weaving in and out of each others lives. Maaz Yousafzai and Noorulain Rehan. Who thought they'd never be able to live together or apart. When she was 17, Noorulain watched him speak at an assembly. They had been friends for ages, she listened to his nonstop chatter daily. But in that moment, when the power of his words seemed to shine through his eyes, his gentleness, his humility, his kindness radiating through each part of him. She fell so very deeply. When she was 20, she was shivering outside the room where she would defend her thesis. One of the panel members was a professor who had blatantly targeted her throughout her first year at college. How could her dissertation be enough to ward off that bias. When she was 20, Maaz walked up to her with that stupid stupid all knowing look. A cookie shaped like a star in his hand that he put in his pocket. "For celebrating later." And it was so funny that she couldn't help but laugh, her nerves melting at the spot. And then at 24, she watched him put a ring on another girl. And she thought, he's still my Maaz, my best friend. No one could break them apart. Maaz thought there was an ocean in Noorulain's eyes. When she was happy, and calm, they were still, drinking in his words and crinkling at the corners when she'd laugh. And when she was angry, they were a storm. She'd ruin all that was in her path. When he was 19, she was his best friend. He played games with her, they went to arcaded together. They studied together. And there was no other place he'd feel as normal as he did. When he was 22, he was working and he hated his job. And when she saw him moping around she handed him a letter. "What's this?" He had whispered. "Your resignation letter. Allah know tumse khud toh kuch kiya nahi jaata." And when he was 27, he scrambled to correct the one mistake he'd been making all along this scientific life of his. His friend, his soulmate, his Noor. Stubborn, mean, and rude. But for him, she was everything.