A simple compilation of poetries, written from the depth of the heart.🤍

Season 1 padh ke aao phele

(fanfiction continued story) **Ranked 1st in #Yehdilmera and #trendy ** A Novel Inspired by the Characters of Amaan & Noor ul Ain ------- A fanfiction story inspired by original pakistani drama Yeh Dil Mera featuring Sajal Aly & Ahad Raza Mir exploring the uncontinued + unresolved and emotional depths of the original with new twists to the story.

There are three students in a college. Two of them are boys, and they are best friends. On the other hand, there is a girl who wants to fulfil her dreams in the city of Mumbai by studying in the city's most popular and best college. She has very big dreams and doesn't give a damn to people who back bitch about her. What will happen when she enters the college and will meet those two boys? Ready to find out? Disclaimer: My stories are completely from my imagination, and I don't want to hurt any emotions and feelings of others. HAPPY READING 📚 😊. [◇ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕'𝒔 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 - @𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒚𝒂.𝒍𝒖𝒗 ◇]. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖! 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈❤️

Here's the beginning of a love novel in Romanised Urdu, featuring a lead character inspired by Talha Ahmed inspired from Meem Se Mohabbat - a deep, poetic, emotionally complex male lead who is intelligent, spiritually inclined, and quietly intense. The novel will be rich in emotions, inner monologues, poetic reflections, and slow-burn romance.

I don't really see a lot of these out here, so I started up my very own book! Requests are open and it can be anyone from any of Junji Ito's stories and requests are welcome. You can request type of reader whether it be male, female, non-binary, etc. The characters included and art do not belong to me but go out to the rightful owners and Junji Ito himself.

[New Chapters Every Wednesday & Saturday] Navya Srivastava X Rajveer Agnihotri The contract was signed in a room that smelled of antiseptic and fear. Navya agreed without reading the fine print, because the only words that mattered to her were treatment approved and time extended. Her father-her only family, lay beyond the glass walls of the hospital room, his body weakened by leukemia but his eyes still full of concern for her future. She smiled for him, hiding the truth that she was trading her own freedom for his life. Rajveer's consent came in a far more polished setting, sealed with calm nods and measured silence. His parents called it an alliance-secure, sensible and inevitable. Love had never been part of the conversation. He understood duty well enough to accept a marriage that felt more like an obligation than a new beginning. They met at the mandap as strangers bound by circumstances neither could defy. Navya stood fragile yet composed, grief and courage woven into her stillness. Rajveer noticed the quiet strength in her eyes, the way she endured without complaint. When the rituals tied them together, his touch was careful, respectful-an unspoken promise of distance, not devotion. That night, amid fading celebrations, two lives collided in reluctant union. Navya carried the weight of sacrifice; Rajveer carried the burden of expectation. Between them lay silence, uncertainty and a future neither had imagined. They did not know back then that this marriage, born of necessity and pain would slowly become something gentler. That compassion would replace distance. That love would find its way into a bond never meant to hold it. Their story began not with choice-but with a compulsion forged by the threads of fate.

This is a story of a couple of mafia who rules the whole NYC (New York City) but they are indian , on the other hand their is an innocent couple who are unaware of their ruling, fall in big trouble. Read the story to find out the rest of it

Akshita Agnihotri & Rudransh Singh Rathore As I try letting in the feeling of losing my father like it was the reality I was facing, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn my head back and I see him. The one who made me fall for him and which was also the biggest mistake I had ever made in my almost perfect life with no mistakes. Almost. "I am here for you Akshita," he tries assuring me with tears in his eyes. I turn away from him, not wanting to meet his gaze. "Why are you here Rudransh?" I ask bluntly. I shrug my shoulder and let out a sigh of relief as his hand was no longer there. I sense him breathing a sigh but I think of paying no heed to it. "Because...." I hear him but I still don't turn my head towards him. "I want to be with you." He says this and my entire core feels shaking. I turn towards him, lifting my head to meet his gaze and he holds my hands, bringing it closer to his face. "What did you say?" I question him almost instantly. "I can't be away from you," he replies quickly.