Aashna woke with a sharp throbbing in her head,her vision slightly blurred as if the world around her had not fully settled yet.Her body felt heavy,strange,as though it did not belong to her. Then she turned. The sight beside her hit all at once,a man lay there,tall,broad-shouldered,his presence far too real to be a mistake,and far too close for comfort. Bare skin.An unfamiliar bed.A dull,aching soreness that sent a wave of realization crashing through her. No. Her fingers curled into the sheets as panic surged up violently,her mind racing,grasping at anything that could explain this,any memory,any fragment of the night before,but there was nothing. Her breathing turned uneven,almost desperate,as her gaze flickered back to the man beside her,searching his face for something,anything she could recognize,but he was a stranger,and that only made it worse. What had happened to her? How did she get here? And why did it feel like whatever the truth was,it would be far more dangerous than the silence surrounding her now. The room felt suffocating and she realized with a sinking certainty that waking up was not an escape,it was the beginning of something she was not prepared to face.. What happens when a heart that feels too much meets a soul that feels nothing at all? This is not just a love story. This is what happens when love becomes an error you can't undo. Love_Qiana🖤

𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐡 is the story of two silences. You think I don't see it?" Mohini said. "Things don't fall apart around you unless someone makes sure they do." Mrityunjay stopped. He turned slowly, anger already set in his face. "Accusations have consequences," he said, voice low and steady. "Be certain before you speak." She stepped closer instead of backing off. "I'm calling it what it is." That was when he snapped and that was all it took. He grabbed her arm hard, sudden pulling her back before she could move away. The force made her stumble a step toward him. "Say it again," he said, voice low and dangerous. "Say it knowing you can't take it back." "Let go," she hissed, trying to pull free. He didn't. His grip tightened for a moment, not enough to hurt but enough to remind her how easily he could. "You don't get to turn your anger into my crime," he said. "Not without proof. Not without consequence." Her eyes flashed. "This is exactly why people fear you." He released her abruptly, the movement rough, uncontrolled. She staggered back, steadying herself. "Fear comes easy," he said coldly. "Truth doesn't. And you chose the easier one." Silence hit hard between them. Mohini straightened slowly, rubbing her wrist, fury barely contained. "This isn't over." He didn't deny it. As she walked away, Mrityunjay stood still, jaw clenched knowing he'd crossed a line he could never fully step back from. Enjoy the story of Mrityunjay and Mohini. This is an original work created by me and unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this work is prohibited. Love Qiana ❤️

In the polished corridors of Pride High School,Rajgarh,two guarded worlds quietly collide. Nayantara Vashishtha,the girl everyone thinks is cruel,and Shakti Raghav,the boy who refuses to be known,begin their final year with nothing but assumptions between them. What starts as indifference slowly unravels into a story of hidden truths,unspoken emotions,and a love that burns quietly beneath pride and prejudice. This is a work of fiction.All characters,events,places,and institutions mentioned in this story are purely imaginary.Any resemblance to real persons,living or dead,or actual events is purely coincidental. This story is created for entertainment purposes only and does not intend to harm,offend,or defame any individual,community,profession,or institution.Reader discretion is advised. This story is an original work.All rights are reserved.No part of this content may be copied,reproduced,distributed,or used in any form without the author's permission.Any unauthorized use will be subject to legal action. Love, Qiana🖤

All of a sudden the door just opened and he barged inside the room and marched towards her furiously. He shouted her name in anger but she didn't reply and continued packing her things. His eyes filled with rage ,no one ever dared to ignore him like that,without thinking a bit he clutched her hand tightly and snatched whatever was in her hands and threw that in the corner of the room and looked at her with rage filled eyes and shouted, "Are you dumb ??? I said look at me paarthvi" (clutched her hands tightly she gt startled) "Didn't I tell you that you can't leave this house.How the hell you think you can get rid of me since you willingly accepted this marriage ?" (Grasping her waist tightly he pushed her towards him and tilted her jaw to make her look at his cold blooded angry eyes) "Look at me otherwise you won't like the consequences, Mrs Paarthvi Ranvijaay Singh Shekhawat" (She looked at him with teary eyes) "I will say this just once , you will live or die with me in this house.you are bound to be with me for the rest of your life.I married you and I won't let you go anywhere even if I die I will take you with me in the grave ... Put this simple thing in your small brain." Ranvijay Singh Shekhawat-A 34 year old,cold hearted handsome guy who just care about his fmly for others he is a heartless man.He is as cold as ice and as hot as 🔥 fire.He is quite possessive about his things and doesn't believe in marriages and love. Paarthvi Singh Chauhan-She is a 25 year old kind hearted and generous girl.She is a perfectionist who loves nature and finds happiness in small things.She believes in love and giving respect to everyone and demands the same.She is really attached towards her tradition and culture. Love_Qiana🖤 ♥️13Nov22 Highest ranking 13dec.22-: #3 in #hatelove 23dec.22-: #1in #proud 26dec.22-: #1 in #agegap 26dec.22-: #2 in #wedding 27dec.22-:#1 in #husband 18feb.23-:#1 in#indianwedding

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗,𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚋..𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎_𝚀𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊🖤

Sanskriti stood before the canvas,painting without pause.The strokes were harsh n restless,as if the colors were absorbing her grief.She didn't hear the door open. Atharva came behind her n wrapped his arms around her.It would have meant something if this marriage were a normal one.Now,she didn't bother to stop. "Didn't anyone teach you the manners to greet your husband?" "Welcome back,or should I touch your feet as well? I'm busy,you can go out n have fun with any woman of your choice.There's nothing here to entertain.." Before she could complete her sentence,he grabbed her wrist n pulled her away,throwing her onto the bed.His grip pinned her hands. "Do you want to see your husband with another woman?" She turned her face away.He forced her to look at him.Something hardened in his eyes. "You forget your place." He kissed her with rage, rough and desperate,as if anger could silence her.She bit his lips, tasted blood,and said something that broke him apart. "I hate you." "𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫." ꧁@꧂𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡꧁@꧂ "𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭." ꧁@꧂𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚꧁@꧂ Its a story of love and longings.A journey of feelings.Where those feelings of love,hope and desires will be shattered n broken hearts will remain.