_____________________________________ ✨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 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!!

Some hot fun mess missing momments in arylie life including mature stuffs, read at your own risk!

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN IMLIE LOOSES HER MEMORY DUE TO AN INJURY CAUSED BY JYOTI AND LOOSES HER MIND, BEHAVES LIKE A 6 YEARS OLD AND UNABLE TO FULFILL HER WIFELY DUTIES, WILL JYOTI BE ABLE TO SEDUCE ARYAN OR WILL ARYAN FALL FOR BABY DOLL ( PREETA) ?. LETS FIND OUT TOGETHER.

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 ! ❣🫂

Aryan and Imlie were beautiful. Everything - from the way they loved each other to the way they fought with each other - was wonderful. And I was miffed that their journey was cut short and I got to know about them right when it was all about to end. But, watching them gave me the inspiration to write again, to fulfill my wishes for their story and hopefully, wishes of their other fans as well. I have written two one-shots previously and a short story on them before but since I might come up with more ideas, this book will be a way to write them down, for everyone to relive Aryan and Imlie's love again.

I always wondered how it would be if Aryan and Imlie got to live a life with their kids. How would the another universe of our ARYLIE be? Here is the one shots I tried to write. I hope you will like it🤍🌻

It is a short story about sumaan complete different from the story u might have read about sumaan. It is inspired by a south indian and marathi movie.

THE COLLECTION OF ALL THE #ARYLIE OS WRITTEN BY ME.

~Arylie 3 shot~ "Children tend to forget their early childhood " Aryan had read somewhere Being the perfect baba he wanted to be, he decides to pen down all important moments in a journal for his Cheeku ❤

Improvising Arylie 🙇🏻‍♀️ Showing some moments i wanted in the show🚶🏻‍♀️ One shots !