𝗔𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗡 - Beautiful ✨🤍🪷🦢⚜️🪞🐚 This is a collection of Desi Short Stories. The stories: 1. Dilkash ✨ [Arranged Marriage | Soft Romance] 2. Mukhtalif 🤍 [Secret Affair | Opposites Attract] 3. Inayaat 🪷 [Marriage of Convenience | Grumpy x Sunshine] 4. Ulfat 🦢 [Arranged Marriage | Single Parent] 5. Nayaab ⚜️ [Forced Marriage | Enemies to Lovers] 6. Afsana 🪞 [Brother's Best friend | Family Drama] 7. Manzil 🐚 [Vacation Romance | Cute Banter] 🦋 My stories will be set in different cities of India, depending on their content. The leads will have their religion and traditions as per the place the story is set in. I don't preach or mean to demean any society, culture and/or religion. These stories are meant for the purpose of pure entertainment. Do not take offence or start a debate. Enjoy. ❤️

🌸 The wedding drums still echoed in her ears, even after the guests had left and the house had sunk into silence. Ananya sat on the edge of the bed, her red bangles clinking softly as she folded her trembling hands in her lap. This was the moment she had dreamed of since childhood-the beginning of a new life, a partner who would hold her close, a home built on laughter and trust. But reality stood in sharp contrast. Across the room, Arjun loosened his tie with visible frustration, his face drawn with an exhaustion that wasn't from the rituals but from something deeper-resistance. He hadn't looked at her the entire evening except when duty forced him to. His voice, when he finally spoke, was clipped and cold, a knife to her fragile hopes. "This marriage..." he said quietly, almost to himself, "was never my choice." The words sank into her heart like stones, shattering the fragile castles she had built in her imagination. Ananya lowered her gaze, tears pricking her eyes, but she swallowed them down. Crying wouldn't change the truth. She was an introvert who had never asked for much-only a life where love bloomed slowly but surely. Yet here she was, bound in a relationship where love seemed like a distant mirage. He was a man carrying his own scars, his own chains, and she was caught in the storm of his unwillingness. In that quiet room, between two strangers joined by force, a journey began. A journey that would test patience, break walls, and question what it really meant to choose someone-not with words, but with the heart. And though neither of them knew it yet, what started as a forced bond would one day turn into a choice that would redefine them both. --- 🐚🦑🪷

"He doesn't say 'I love you.' But he changed in all the ways that yelled it." •••••••••••••• Vaani Joshi never expected love from her arranged marriage - just respect, maybe some space, and silence she could live with. Dhruv Deshmukh was exactly that: powerful, unreadable, and cold. He didn't ask her what she liked. He didn't ask how her day was. And she never asked for anything. But then he started noticing. Not her words - her silences. Not what she wanted - what she gave up. The man who never looked twice is now the one who watches her the closest. And the girl who never expected anything... is the reason he's learning how to give everything. •••••••••••••••• "Why do you always notice the things I don't say?" He looked at her for a long second. "Because you never ask. And I've never wanted to give anyone more." •••••••••••••••• Tropes: Slow-burn romance | Arranged marriage | Contemporary drama | Indian diaspora | Urban luxury + emotional intimacy | Cold ML x Soft FL | Changing for her 🏅#1 in India 🏅#1 in Indian 🏅#1 in desi 🏅#1 in romance

They were strangers bound by an arranged marriage neither of them wanted. She, a quiet dreamer who had secretly loved him for years. He, a pragmatic man who saw marriage as an obligation, not an emotion. For two years, they lived as roommates - her world revolving around him, and his life quietly orbiting her without realizing it. Until one night, a phone call could have changed everything - if only he had picked up. That night changed her. The woman who once waited for love now wanted freedom. But by the time he finally saw what she meant to him... she was already gone. And some mistakes take years to heal - even if love never really leaves.

[ desi coding romance, rivals to lovers, contemporary romance ] ━━━━━━━━━━ where shreya and ayaan compete in a hackathon, and amidst the intensity of the event, an undeniable spark of attraction begins to bloom between them ━━━━━━━━━━ - a novella [ 5k words ]

[featured on @ShortStory, @AmbassadorsIN, @RomanceINDIA and @Ambassadors 2024 and @Romance 2025] Neil had just arrived in Delhi, a few days ago to meet his sister. Exhausted by her endless rants about how he doesn't have any time for the family, he finally decided to show up and make his sister happy! One fine day, when his sister asked him to get the flower pots from the ground floor up to the 7th floor she had a flat on, he had no choice but to take the elevator. What he didn't know was that destiny could sprinkle some magical dust at the very instant and lock him up inside that metal cabinet with a girl who loathes his profession! One chance encounter and Vedika can't help but regret opening her oh-so-ever-excited mouth! [word count: 20K+]

⌞ epistolary / text story x college romance ⌝ ━━━━ she meant to text her best friend, but her crush replied ━━━━

[ desi text-based epistolary, classmates to lovers, highschool romance ] ━━━━━━━━━━ where joshua finally does something brave: he asks his long-time crush, maria, to be his lab partner ━━━━━━━━━━ - an epistolary [ 2.7k words ]

[COMPLETED] ❝ kuch lafz bole nahi, likhe jaate hai ❞ In which Vedang Joshi dwelves in his feelings for Lavanya Daate through unsent 'khat'

A designer of spaces and a dreamer of skies-Aayan Haider believed beauty lived in the patterns he built and the constellations he traced. But when a quiet figure appeared across the terrace, his nights began to shift and his journals began to wander-not toward the skies, but toward the terrace across from his own.