Zoya Siddiqui, A naive, innocent & sweet girl who wants only two things from her life and that is Love and Happiness. She lost her mom and sister at a very young age & her father doesn't likes her at all. Her Step Sister & Step Mom consider her as a maid and as someone upon whom they get pour out all their anger & frustration. Aditya Hooda, an orphan expects nothing from life. His mother got cheated by his father & he has seen her selfless love getting tears & helplessness in return. He has seen them fighting & thus his faith in love & marriage is all long gone. His parents' & younger brother's death lead him in believing that He is not made for any kind of happiness or love in his life. He believes he does not deserve anyone's love or affection in his life. He has only two friends in his life - Yash and Pooja. So lets see what destiny has in store for these two. P.S.- Hello readers! I am a not a writer but I love writing on AdiYa too much & thought to use this quarantine time in penning a story on them. Please Read if you like it & honest comments & opinions are most welcomed 😊

✨🕊️ 𝑀𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑎𝑡 𝑗ℎ𝑎ℎ𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑖 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑔𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑖 𝑚𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑎 ℎ𝑜 𝑡𝑜ℎ 𝑘ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑔𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑖 🖤🕊️ A story of unwavering devotion, where love becomes worship and every heartbeat is a vow.

After a traumatic first marriage left her body bruised and her mind in pieces, Maithili has built a world of silence. Isolated in her village, she avoids mirrors, voices, even her own name - afraid that one wrong move will make the pain return. When her worried parents consult an astrologer, they are told a second marriage might be her only path out of the shadows. Neil Chaudhary isn't looking for love. He's not against marriage - just never in a hurry for it. When he agrees to marry Maithili, he expects nothing more than civility and space. What he finds instead is a girl who flinches when he speaks too loud. A wife who won't say his name. And a story written in silence that pulls him in, piece by piece. As Maithili learns to breathe again, Neil learns what it means to wait for someone - and love, the kind that heals without hurting, begins to take shape. But can love truly heal the scars of the past, or is it simply a quiet way to survive? Tropes: Second chances • Traumatized FL • Green Forest ML • Past trauma • Arranged Marriage • City ML x Village FL 🏅#3 in wattpadindia 🏅#1 in greenflag 🏅#1 in healing

• Arranged Marriage • Romantic x Shy • Possessive ML • Sunshine FL • Obsession You can imagine your own leads💗 This is the orginal work✨

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

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.

This is a story of two families rooted in deep friendship...the Hoodas and the Siddiquis. Its about Zoya Siddiqui hating Aditya Hooda since they were kids. Being the oldest children of the two most influential families of India, Zoya and Aditya never got along. They always argued and drove each other insane. This is their love story. How the universe works in mysterious ways to bring two people meant to be together. If you are soulmates...love will find a way. This story will have friendship and heartbreak...and it will also be about healing and falling in love again. Special Note: Some mature content much later in the story. But nothing graphic. Lastly, Hindi is not my first or second language, so please excuse any grammatical errors I may have. But for the most part, I can speak it pretty decently. Speacial shoutout to Juhi_Jain_ for creating this beautiful poster! IMPORTANT: I am not the owner of Bepannaah and its characters. These characters belong to Colors and Cinevistaa. I am simply a fan who is writing this fanfiction for characters that I love. This story, scenes, dialogues are mine...but I do not own the show or the characters. I do not own the pictures or the songs either. All credit goes to the respective owners of those works of art/music. I do, however, own this story...the scenes, dialogues, the development is my conception. Any similarities to other works is coincidence. If I am inspired by something or use something in my story, I will give credit at the end of each chapter.

Zoya Siddiqui is trying to put her life back together after her husband's death. But when Aditya Hooda barges into her life with the intent to do his job, will she ever be able to change his mind or will she end up just like the rest?

Completed on May 29, 2020. ~ "Ap...." (You....) Muntaha couldn't utter anything else as Faris 'shh'ed her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. Their eyes met in the mirror and they stood staring into each others eyes for what felt like eternity. Muntaha couldn't handle the heat of his gaze anymore and looked down shyly making Faris chuckle. He moved all her hair to one shoulder and tied the tassel at the back. He then saw the golden neclace lying on the table. He had noticed she never took it off, last night she was wearing this necklace even though she had taken off every other jewellery and makeup which made him hide a smile. He picked up the necklace from the table and tied it around her neck. She, who was continuously looking down with her chin touching her chest, looked up when she felt something cold touching her neck. Her eyes again met his and this time she didn't look down. Actually, she couldn't look down as his grey orbs held her green ones captive. Faris then took something out from his pocket and handed it to Muntaha. She looked at her hand in confusion and realised he put some money in her hand. She questioningly looked back at him who kissed her temple and said, "Apna sadqa de dena." (Give your sadqa.) Crimson tinted her cheeks as he left the room leaving his wife in a whirlwind of emotions. The air around her giggled at the mess of a girl who stared at her husband's back with haya surrounding her. ~ This is a story about an 18-year-old girl Muntaha Saleem trying to follow her dreams. She's managing her grades as a scholarship student of a prestigious medical college. She's a know-it-all with a shy but sweet personality. Throw in Faris bin Zayyad Khan, the male version of beauty with brains. He's handsome, he's smart and he knows that. What happens when the both- the alpha male and the not-so-confident wallflower- are tied together in a knot by fate? This is my first story. Give it a try! :)

~Rudransh Nanda~ A name that either stuns you into tremendous respect for its owner or bone-shaking fear that thrums deep into your soul. The enigmatic billionaire who might have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth but grew an empire with his sheer hardwork and determination. People use three words to describe him: ruthless, cold and a beast out there to get anyone who comes across him and his family. Haunted by the horrors of his past and the calm, simmering anger that always seems out of control, he moves and lives for his family, who prays for the day someone can help him come out of his rage and actually live his life. They say that there will be a person who is written for you, solely with the purpose of turning your life around........it's destiny, an unmistakable and unshakeable truth of life. What happens when destiny makes Rudransh cross paths with the one written for him? What happens when one is living in the remnants of the past and one is running from it? What happens when light meets dark? Will darkness consume the light into it will the light shine through? Join me in this journey of pain, heartbreak and mad love! Tropes~ Grumpy*Sunshine Forced Proximity Slow Burn Romance Possessive*ML Innocent FL ~Mature content is included so please be forewarned before you dive in!~