𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 #𝟏 Some love stories are spoken. Some are lived in silence. And some... are tied together by fate. Daastan is a tale where multiple hearts beat with unfinished emotions, hidden truths, and love that arrived at the wrong time-or stayed when it shouldn't have. Set against intertwined families, old friendships, broken relationships, and unexpected marriage alliances, this story brings together souls who never stopped feeling, even when they stopped believing. A girl faces the man who once rejected her-only to see his family ask for her hand. Two best friends, separated by distance and misunderstandings, meet again as strangers with a past. Enemies discover love in arguments, chaos, and unwanted closeness. Two people, once deeply in love, are pushed into an arranged marriage-pretending they never meant anything to each other. In Daastan, love doesn't arrive loudly. It lingers in stolen glances, unspoken apologies, bitter truths, and relationships that were never truly over. Because every heart has a story. And every story deserves to be told.

Fourteen years after surviving the night her kingdom fell, Madeline lives quietly as a village teacher-unaware that her past is slowly walking back into her life. When she meets a charming stranger with ocean-blue eyes, fate begins pulling them together... and towards secrets buried in blood, betrayal, and a stolen throne. As forgotten memories resurface and enemies draw near, Madeline must face a truth that could destroy the only person she has learned to trust. Some bonds heal. Some break. But some... were never meant to exist.

He saw her for the first time on her birthday. She never knew about his feelings. Years passed-same school, same university-but he never found the words. This is the story of a quiet love, unspoken and unwavering. A boy who waited. And a girl who never knew she was being waited for...🦋 ***************************************** She opened the box slowly, dust rising from its lid. Inside, neatly stacked, were envelopes. Dozens of them. Each one marked in the same familiar handwriting. "Isha - Happy birthday! ❤️" She blinked, her fingers trembling as she picked one. Inside was a card-simple, handmade. Tucked with it, a folded note. A letter. "I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to give you this. But if I do... happy birthday, Isha. I think I've loved you since the day you walked past me, smiling at everyone but me." She pulled out another envelope. Same card. Same quiet confession. Year after year. Her eyes welled up. He had written to her every birthday. He had loved her-through years, through silence, through time. And not once had he asked for anything in return. She turned to Siddharth, who stood quietly at the door, watching her find his years of longing-one envelope at a time. "You waited this long...?" she whispered. He moved to her and wiped her tears, looked at her with that same old softness in his eyes. "I was waiting for a day when... you'd look at me the way I've looked at you all these years." ***************************************** Join me on this journey to uncover the depths of love and longing...🎀

𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭"𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗱 ?" "𝐘𝐄𝐒!𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮" "𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭..𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀" What happens when after marrying the man you loved tells you to walk on something on the wedding night you never imagined. "Go and walk for ten steps " "How could I !?I can't". can't you see.. "I SAID WALK" . The room fell silent, only the faint sounds of glass breaking echoed through the walls . She collapsed there due to blood loss . He walked away with a satisfied smirk. On the same night he sat at the edge of the bed, treating her wounds gently so it wouldn't wake her up . He started feeling restless everytime he thought about her .His heart would faster hearing her pain strained voice, he would loose control if she looked at him more than some minute. "RAJVEER SINGH RATHORE COULD NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE LIKE HER"" "Everyday I started telling myself these lines cause day by day she was getting something i couldn't control " (Read the story just like you read my description 💓) Update schedule - Wednesday and Sunday.