BL short stories ✨️ Requests open! Note: Everything written here is 100% fictional. Any resemblance to real people, names, or events is purely coincidental. These stories are just for fun and creative expression! Its purely FICTION so enjoy it like FICTION!

Arsalan Ahmed, a successful psychiatrist and the heir to Siddiqui Enterprises, ends up in a surprising marriage to his cousin-a woman he doesn't get along with at all. They are as different as night and day, always clashing. From the start, Arsalan promises her that their marriage is temporary and that they will go their separate ways after a certain time. But as they live together and get to know each other, things begin to change. Despite their differences, Arsalan starts to see another side of her and realizes he might be falling in love. Find out what happens in "Somewhere in Our Hearts"-a story where two people who seem completely incompatible might just discover love where they least expect it. {𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠-𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎}

Kuch daastan Khan parivar ke..... **Tales of Muslim Cousin Marriage** Let's peep inside to feel lost in their love saga... "Yeh ap kya keh kar rahe hai, jaane de mujhe," He had corner her to the balcony railing. She look down clutching on his t-shirt as he heard her cousin gang rattling voice as they are bickering on something as usual. He pulled her arm a bit making her look at him and soon, "Gal laal ho rahe hai mere, jaane de bhaijaan." She said while lowering her gaze staring at his t-shirt blue button. "Kitni baar kaha hai! Bhaijaan nahi kehna" She shierked by his heavy hoarse tone near her ear. "Woh sab neeche hai, jaane de na mujhe.... Taang na kare.... Woh sab dekh lenge. " She try to free herself but next second she froze feeling his warm touch on her waist. "Tumne mujhe neeche bhi bhaijaan kaha, aur abhi phir se? Dua, ek baat apne dimaag mein dal loo. Ab tum mere nikaah mein ho... Biwi ho meri," Hearing this she sighed shaking her head. "Cousin marriage karange toh yeh side effect toh rehna hi hai... Aur... " Dua was complaining casually but soon her words came to halt as he kissed her near her lips. Note: ON HOLD

They called it an arranged marriage. But somewhere between stolen glances, late-night Maggi, and rain-soaked kisses, we stopped being strangers and started being each other's home.

Love Cannot be died. It's going on.. with every janam to fulfill it ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Dev- i am not gonna marry that brat. Atul- please beta... Family k liye. Iske saath toh galat hi hua hai. Get ready for a roller coaster ride.

BL story ha haryanvi🫣 > Rana: "Tu soch le Chaudhary, yah zameen Shekhawaton ki hai. Tere baap ki kursi ab purani ho li, aur tu... tu bas uske naam ka sahara le rha hai." (Think twice, Chaudhary. This land belongs to the Shekhawats. Your father's chair is old now - and you're just hiding under his name.) Devraj didn't flinch - just that faint smirk playing on his lips. > Devraj: "Naam purana sahi, par izzat aaj bhi naye note jaise chamak rahi hai, Rana. Aur kursi ke neeche sab jhukte hain... chahe Shekhawat ho ya Sher." (The name may be old, Rana, but the respect still shines like new money. And under the chair of power, everyone bows - whether a Shekhawat or a lion.) A short silence. But the way they looked at each other - it wasn't just rivalry. It was something darker... heavier... almost magnetic. Rana took a slow step forward, his eyes burning through Devraj's calm. > Rana: "Tere jese log vote se chalenge, main to jazbaat se chalta hu. Aur jab dil me aag lag jaave na, to kursi bhi jhukh jati hai." (Men like you run on votes, I run on emotions. And when the fire burns in my heart, even the throne bows down.) Devraj leaned in just enough - enough for the air between them to turn dangerous. > Devraj: "Bas farq itna hai, Rana - tu aag se khelta hai... aur main aag ko apne liye nachata hu." (The only difference, Rana - you play with fire... I make fire dance for me.) Their shoulders brushed as Rana passed by, eyes still locked - a silent promise, a war waiting to explode. Politics was never this personal before. But now... it was. Because under the Power, lay something far stronger - Pyaar.

He salutes the nation. I flip it off. Major Aryan Singh Rathore-32, disciplined, khadi-level khadoos, and unfortunately, my brother's best friend. Me? Vihaan Malhotra-18, first-year DU ka nawab, zero filter, maximum chaos. He thinks he can control me just because he wears that uniform and barks orders. I live to make him lose that perfect military composure. Too bad the hate feels a lot like heat

Ishan : Sometimes what you see is just a part of reality and not the actual reality. Shubman : I never loose. I always get what I want by hook or by crook Abhishek : People who I love can ask me for heaven but people who touch whom I love must go through hell. Rahul : I am the mafia, I am the whole underworld, this is my world, I am The Emperor. Hardik : You choose it your end yourself by provoking the beast inside me. Story of love and revenge Someone will burn in love. Someone will burn in hate . Someone will burn himself to make other ash in revenge Warning: High Ch 1 to 3 cruelty Ch 4 to 6 twist and turn Ch 7 to 10 fluffy and romance

Two souls find love but can they walk through it together amidst everything.