❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Compiling a brief scenario for Farmeed with "what would it be if?" I hope you enjoy reading it 🤍

❤👭👰📚🤵🏭🤰..... He is just seventeen, driven by passion. and Hope She is Sixteen, Someone easily surrender to love for him, she is his friend, companion, cousin, and now wife, a bond he longs to honor with all earnestness. For her, he was once a playmate, a secret keeper, an executor of her wishes, and now he is her husband, her confidant, her Majazi Khuda-her Pati Parameshwar. Simply her Hubby Godly! ,, divine in his devotion. His Passion, Her Love is my humble yet bold attempt 🔞-an emotional journey through love, a sensual longing melted in passion, weighed down by duty, and the search for identity. It follows two young souls torn between surrendering to the world, carving their own path, or fighting for each other. Some parts may make you smile. Some may leave you conflicted. But it's not my wish 💔-it's just how my characters behave. 🤦♀️ They're messy, raw, and real. And I let them be. ************************************** Dear people 💚, please let me know if you like the Chapters 👩⚖️👨⚖️ It truly means so much to me. Please do comment 🗣 and click on the vote/star⭐ if you appreciate my effort.🎁 In case You dont like something then definitely Comment PS : This story is set in a fictional third-world country, Not India Not Pakistan, Or it can be Any. I'm exercising my writer's privilege here.

Fate tested him multiple times until she arrived and he realized now the actual cross to his life was set

One knows how to organize substantial events, the other knows how to arrange a magnificent wedding. He knows capacity calculations, coordination issues, and maintenance. She knows brilliant decor, and entertainment to the nines. When a wealthy couple needs a large wedding organized for their son, it makes sense to call in the two individual planners to collaborate together. Right? But even the top event planners of city can't plan for the personality clashes, reluctant orders, combining visions, and growing fondness they are bound to face in the upcoming months. (Or, the one where Farjaad is adamant, Umeed loves strawberries and has a crippling overthinking disease, Mrs. Rubina Hashim has an unconscionable vision, and a grey Persian cat is the star of the show.) Farmeed AU

Basically this one shot I started to write when Farjaad went to his Sasural in episode and got sick and was taken care by his in laws🤣 but I wanted a scenario of Umeed taking care of sick Farjaad. Since it has been a while when i started writing this I kind of forgot what i was going to write so I just scribbled whatever came in my mind, you can take it as what if Farjaad didn't go to his sasural but became sick at his own home version😚

When Ram Kapoor walks into her café looking for vegan cupcakes, Umeed Pasha is flabbergasted. But the forty-two-year-old rain enthusiast and the twenty-six-year-old chai addict have far more in common than they think. In her, he sees glimpses of his long-lost sister and the joy he once had for life. In him, she sees the little girl she once was--burdened by insurmountable loss. The friendship that blooms comes at the expense of Umeed's husband, Farjaad Khan Bahadur, and his sleepless nights. Initial story concept: Vedika Pathak Story by: Srishti Chauhan & Vedika Pathak Written by: Srishti Chauhan Fanfiction | (Expected) Word Count: ~30,000 (~10 chapters)

You know the drill

A highstrung cardiologist, a careless intern, and chance encounters. As if the undeniable attraction wasn't enough, acting on impulse wasn't enough, the woman Dr. Nofil realizes he is slowly falling for is also his sister's childhood best friend. Warning: 18+