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....˖☆𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 + 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞☆˖.... "You can't marry him Vaani" I said staring deep in her eyes gritting my teeth my chest tighten with unfamiliar and unbearable pain , just the thought of her being with someone else kills me so much. "Why?" She asked adding salt on my wounds anger consumed me at this moment, while tightening my grip on her arms and pulling her closer I let out a painful chuckle and said " Because he don't deserve someone like you he deserves someone much better" I could feel the burn in my eyes, my tears are fighting to rolled down my eyes but I didn't let them , hurting her is hurting me more than she could imagine. She remained silent tears rolled down her eyes damage caused by my words were clearly visible in her eyes , I am dying to hug her comfort her but the betrayal the, damge ,the pain I am carrying all these years stopped me from doing so. "Do you hate me this much Nirvaan?" She asked in painful voice looking straight in my eyes , my heart clenched painfully on her condition , I wiped her tears and whispered so softly that she can't hear it. "𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 " ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "Aap ke ye aanshu humare zakhmo pe namak ka kaam karte hai Vaani " ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ★𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐏𝐔𝐓★ " I was thrown in dark dead night enough times to realise I am not worthy to meet sunshine" ★𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃★ "I am dying to be her sunshine so bright to her dark dead night yet, so warm to melt away all her pain" ______________

Baab E Dehar By Mehrulnisa Shahmeer. (Roman Urdu) [Without deleting any part] This is not my original work and all rights belong to Mehrulnisa Shahmeer (Author)

Duet - 1 of 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 series!! 𝒀𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒌𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒌𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂, 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝑲𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝑱𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒐 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝑻𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂, 𝑯𝒖𝒎 𝑲𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒊 𝑷𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒆!! 𝑻𝒖 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝑲𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒌𝒊 𝑷𝒆 𝑱𝒂𝒃 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒈𝒂, 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝑷𝒆 𝒀𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒊 𝑼𝒔𝒔 𝑫𝒊𝒏, 𝑲𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝑮𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝑩𝒉𝒊, 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝑮𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝑯𝒊 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒈𝒂, 𝑶𝒓 𝑷𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑷𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝑫𝒊𝒏!! ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ . ✦ . 　⁺ ✦ ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹ 𝓐𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓴𝓪 × 𝓚𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓷𝓪 A bucket swung, her fingers slipped, Her lip curled in a silent grip. Others saw mess, just chores to do- He saw a frame he always knew. No perfect moment, just her and light, Stumbling, real, and softly bright. And in his chest, the stillness grew- As he breathed the words: 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶,and- Click. 𝓡𝓪𝓴𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓪 × 𝓐𝓭𝓱𝓱𝓿𝓪𝔂 The tires screeched, the air turned cold, She braced for impact, heart uncontrolled. But then he stopped, helmet in hand, And in that gaze, she began to understand. The world blurred, but he stayed clear, A magic felt, drawing her near. In that heartbeat, time rewrote- She whispered softly, "𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦."

Naina. The one who thinks, saying to leave him alone, and I will do that. I will never leave him. I am his Pareshani. He walks away, and I follow. He glares, and I grin. He builds walls, and I put a bomb on them, blasting those walls off. He tries to leave. I run in front of his car. Par pata hai, life mein maza tabhi he aata hai, jab life me koi parishani ho No matter where you go, gunda. I will be there. Ajay. She is a pain in my head. A headache, a nuisance. Trouble, god knows for what sin he is punishing me with her. She teases me like I am her damn puppet. Annoying. Stupid, and a big fucking Pareshani. She calls me Gunda. I don't want her, does she understand that? No, she laughs- a stupid grin on her face. She makes me want to just... Zindagi mein parishani hi parishani hai, mujhe ek aur parishani ki zaroorat nahi hai. Join Naina in her chase to get her Gunda. Why should the Guy always chase, and join A girl in her chase to get the man she loves? The Gunda Chronicles. First book.

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.

Dr. Zara Khan's world is one of clean lines, cold steel, and irrefutable facts. A brilliant surgical resident, she has dedicated her life to a career that leaves no room for tradition, superstition, or the ancient customs her family longs to see her embrace. But when a medical aid mission takes her to a remote region, her world is upended. Here, in a village ruled by a powerful and unyielding feudal lord, her science is seen as a threat and her medicine as a blasphemy. When her expertise clashes with the lord's rigid traditions, she is forced into a marriage of duty-a binding that traps her in a world she despises with a man she can't understand. Nawabzada Raza Ali is a quiet, imposing figure, bound by honor and tradition. He is the law of his land, and Zara's defiance challenges his very existence. Forced to live together, they must navigate a relationship born of resentment and a world where every belief they hold dear is in direct opposition. Can two people from different worlds ever find common ground, or is their love story doomed to be a war of wills?

˙⁠❥⁠˙For every woman who falls for desi romance.

She likes cappuccinos. He likes chai in steel tumblers. She knows hospital corridors. He knows mountain trails. Adrija Pandey has spent her whole life in Dehradun - surrounded by city chaos and the comfort of knowing every street by heart. She's a doctor, certain her love story will be nothing like the small-town romances her mother keeps hinting at. Agastya Joshi is an Indian Army officer from the quiet hills of Almora - the kind of man who can fix a roof in the rain, find the sweetest kaafal on the slopes, and loves to sleep under a sky full of stars. He's as theth pahadi as they come... and the last person Adrija expects to be paired with for an arranged marriage. But when two worlds - lattes and laaltains , collide and sparks fly in the most unexpected ways. Between misunderstandings, stolen glances, family drama, and the unmistakable charm of the mountains, Adrija begins to wonder... Maybe love isn't about where you're from. Maybe it's about where you're meant to belong. Now, between lattes and laaltains, Adrija must figure out if opposites just clash... or if they fall in love. "You belong in the city, Adrija." "Then why do the mountains feel like home... when you're there?" *********************************************** "So... where do we fit? In your city cafes or my mountain nights?" "Somewhere in between, Agastya...𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨."