"Aap bhut bure ho"🤣 "Ab jo bhi hoon apka hoon Chaudharain"😍 ...................... "Pati ji suniye"❤️ "Ha bolo meri Chaudhrain"🔥 👑Veer Chaudhary The man who carried the weight of an entire village on his shoulders. At 28 years old, Veer Chaudhary was the respected Sarpanch of his village. A man of few words, feared by many and understood by none. His strict rules, commanding voice, and piercing gaze were enough to silence an entire crowd. No one dared to look him in the eyes while speaking. Dressed in a simple white kurta-pajama with a traditional turban, he lived a disciplined life, believing that respect was earned through honesty, responsibility, and justice-not fear. People called him stone-hearted. But behind that emotionless face was a man who had buried every feeling for the sake of his village. --- 💓Paro An 18-year-old village girl with innocent eyes and a heart full of dreams. After losing her mother as a child, her Baba became her entire world. He loved her more than his own life and protected her from every sorrow he could. But the village never accepted her. People called her "Manhoos" (inauspicious). They whispered that she brought bad luck. They warned others not to meet her eyes. Every cruel word slowly filled her heart with fear until she stopped believing she deserved love or happiness. She lived quietly, hiding behind her veil, afraid of the world that had judged her without ever knowing her. One was feared by the village. The other was rejected by it. What happens when the village's fearless 28-year-old Sarpanch crosses paths with the girl everyone calls cursed? A heart-touching love story set in a beautiful Indian village during the 1990s, where traditions were stronger than emotions... and love had to fight against society itself.

𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠; ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟. 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠? _________________________________________ "𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝. "𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞...?" 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝. "𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬. "𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐌𝐫. 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐭," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲. "𝐀𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞d.

an arranged marriage set up in 1970's.. an Indian marriage story of shravanya sethi and vedansh Thakur. tropes :- arranged marriage age gap (7 years) old school love Calm ML X innocent FL patriarchal mindset adult themes happy ending

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐀𝐌 𝐊𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐; where yearning meets destiny. "Har dil mein ek aisa ishq hota hai, jo sirf ek naam se pehchaana jaata hai." → In every heart, there's a love that answers only to one name. Every pair reflects one face of Ishq from purity to chaos, laughter to pain, distance to destiny. And all threads tie back to that one truth: "Kisi ke naam ka ishq likha ho toh, usse mitaana mumkin nahi." ☾ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ - - - ✦ - - - mere naam ka ishq - - - ✦ - - - ☾ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ Viddhi voice came softly, as if it had been fighting for years to find its way out. "Tumhe pata hai, maine kab samjha ki mujhe tumse pyaar hai?" Vansh froze. The world quieted, no voices, no wind just the echo of her words and his heartbeat stumbling inside his chest. His voice was quiet, careful. "Kab?" She smiled, faintly, like confessing a wound that never healed. "Jab kisi aur ne mera naam liya... aur mujhe laga, woh hak kisi aur ka ho hi nahi sakta." ☾ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ - - - ✦ - - - mere naam ka ishq - - - ✦ - - - ☾ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ They say first love is unforgettable, not because it lasts forever but because a part of you never leaves it. Viddhi never went looking for love. She found it in stolen glances across crowded hallways, in conversations that meant nothing and everything, in festivals, in rain that lingered a little longer, and in the quiet moments that never asked to be remembered... yet refused to be forgotten. Somewhere between friendship and fate, between laughter and longing, between prayers whispered to the divine and feelings left unspoken, two hearts begin writing a story neither of them is brave enough to confess. Because not every love arrives with a promise. Some arrive like devotion. Some names are spoken. And some become a prayer. This is not a story about falling in love. This is a story about slowly becoming someone's home.

DIVYA MAHOTRA, once a cute bubbly girl. Now turned into a sincere, disciplined and mature one. An IPS officer of Lucknow, she had feelings for her co-mate. her senior IPS officer. RAGHAV CHAUDHARY. A senior IPS officer of Lucknow. Once in love but now left alone due to which he ignored Divya's feelings evenafter he is aware of Divya's feelings but still doesn't want to consider her. They both are aware of their feelings. one doesn't know about the others breakup. The other hasn't moved on from his ex. Suddenly they were forced into marriage. Will they be able to love one another, clear their misunderstanding and build a relationship. Or will they keep drafting apart. Join me in their journey **The character name is modified by me the rest of the work is art of friction Any resemblance to real life name or incident is a complete coincidence and its completely belongs to me. The pictures are from printest/Google and it's totally for entertainment purpose the story or the characters have no relation with real life. ** **DO NOT REPORT.**

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ♡ My heart started pounding when I saw him after ten long years. Those dark brown eyes, the way his dimples show when he smiles. Yes, it's him. My first love. I'm on cloud nine. I can't believe he's standing in front of me. My handsome. But then, reality hit me hard. He's not mine. He doesn't even know me. He might not even know I exist. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I faced the painful truth. He was my first crush, but over time, I fell deeply in love with him. I always waited for him, thinking I had lost him forever. I believed I'd never see him again. Today, seeing him after a whole decade, the pain is unbearable. I don't want to accept the truth. I want him to be mine. I want to be his. I want us to be together forever. Will he ever be mine? Will fate bring us together? Can I ever forget him? Will he ever accept me? To find out, dive into "HEARTFELT ROSES." Started on: 01/01/24 Ended on: 12/09/24 Copyright ©️2024

She stare at her new room, decorated with roses and candles. Oh yeah, my wedding night! She felt like her inner self mocking her and she walked toward the mirror. She stare blankly at her mangalsutra and sindoor. She was very excited for her new life. The groom with whom she was about marry- she liked him too. He was nice man and knew the gentle way to treat her. Unfortunately, someone had to ruin all her dreams in most worst way possible and tie her in a scared bond called marriage. ×-----×----×--- " I ain't any saint. They call me devil but darling, one thing I can assure you that nobody can love you like this devil do..." Probably, he uttered God's name after 20 years and that too as he saw her, his Aadhya who is unfortunately, standing like wall in front of his revenge. He might have thought thousand times before marrying her because she was nothing but his enemy's daughter but, Dev Agnivanshi also had to bow before love. ×----×----×----×--- The story of Aadhya and Dev is just different.

Tear left from her eyes as soon as her hairline got filled with Vermillion by the Man sitting beside her with peaceful expression on face. She lift her eyes and stopped at Particular person who didn't try to stop this marriage, neither she did. She is scared of only thing that how will she will live under same roof with the man who is nothing but the elder brother of the person whom she loved. However, her husband stare at her with only emotion in eyes, Love. He promised himself that he will never hurt the woman who became his wife just few minutes ago. That's how Viraaj Pratap Singh is, eldest son of the family. Loved by all. __________☜☆☞ __________ " Now she became my wife. Dare to touch her and see me destroying the whole place." His words throwing venom at everybody standing in front of him. His eyes burning with fire. But the girl standing beside him is shocked, too stunned to even utter a hum. He believes in action first before thinking. That's what Veer Pratap Singh is, Youngest son of his family. Nothing but a stubborn Man who wants something then he will get it. __________☜☆☞__________ The Tale of our love. Start:- 11, Aug 2023 End:- 14, oct 2023 An indian fictional story. Do not copy/report my work. Credit to the owner for pictures, quotes etc. Storyline belongs to author.

The combination of fuel and fire is dangerous❤️🔥, everyone knows this but when two people become each other's fuel and fire💋, then either they burn themselves or burn anyone who comes between them...✨ And in this story, there is our fire, Samarth Singh Rathore, the king of Jodhpur, the best businessman of India, who is just like a devil, he has no place for anyone in his heart except his family, cold, grumpy, rude - all these are very small words, for him he is a devil, a devil. And our fuel is Siya Thakur, the only sister of India's biggest mafia, whom everyone also calls the princess of death, her favorite work is to send bad people straight to hell. Try to hurt their close ones and go straight to hell. To see how this fuel and fire combination will be, read below.🎀