ONE SHOT After Imlie & Aryan became parents to twins ,a new chapter of their life unfolded, This is a story of sacrifice ,of new found parenthood, responsibilities, the insecurities that seep in the new mother , the separation, and the unwavering love between Two souls ♡ This story has mature content ahead ! Pls read only if you feel comfortable and above 18 years of age ❣ Pls leave your feedback in comment and kindly vote ! ❣🫂

*** Sequel Posted*** ***Now Completed*** Their lives, relations & emotions came to a point of standstill after the truth of Malini Tripathi nee Chaturvedi came out. Imlie was trying to find a balance between her work, studies & multiple families, Aditya was adamant about winning her back, Aryan was stuck at wanting revenge but unable to execute it. When a work call takes Aryan away from Delhi, the distance gives both Aryan & Imlie some much needed reality checks. Will this interval evoke new feelings & new beginnings or will it just push them further apart? *** I started this writing this story when Jyoti track was going on but got busy & distracted. I've decided to post it now mostly just to keep a record of my temporary insanity. It's slow burn, a little angsty, a little romantic, that starts after Malini's pardafash. I am having lots of fun writing it, I hope it can be a fun read for some of you too.

Heya! it's more or less based on the show imlie. kirdaar wahi kahani nayi☆ lol. this is my first work hoping to get support. show some mercy! anyhow. do give it a read and please point our if somethings wrong. till then. seeya<3

What if Imlie & Aryan never left so soon? After that rain confession, what if their story turned differently than that we saw on the show & they got to live a happy long life with their kids? what if... Let's explore their tale in this version of mine. *This version of the story starts after Aryan & Imlie's confession in the rain & in the abandoned cottage respectively. Until that part, the story and the characters are property of the creative team of the show Imlie. Thereon, the story is mine.*