Here is a FS on Sheetal track. Peep in to know more.

Is it worth it to sacrifice ur everything for ur family and yet they betray u? What motivates u to say enough is enough? Do real family come from blood relation alone? Let's journey into the lives of two soul mates who had had enough of the greed and manipulation around them and how they make their own path together in their happy ever after. The story starts from Anjali's suicide track with a twist. #6 in late out of 3k stories as of June 27th #24 in realization out of 2.75k stories as of July 17th #16 in arnav out of 1.37k stories as of July 10th #30 in khushi out of 1.37k stories as of July 17th # 403 in soulmates out of 11.8k stories as of July 17th #3 ungrateful out of 66 stories as of July 17th #14 in Akash out of 72 stories as of July 17th #15 in raizada out of 77 stories as of July 17th #12 in payal out of 46 stories as of July 17th #108 in Anjali out of 136 stories as of July 17th

A take on what happens when a woman had had enough. This short story starts from when Khushi found out the reason behind her marriage. If you are hoping for a happy ever after for Arshi then this not the story. Peep in to know more.

Khushi's P.O.V: "I stayed quiet for far too long. People mistook my silence for acceptance... and my kindness for weakness. But I've learned something- silence is not peace. Silence is patience waiting for the right moment to strike." "I gave my trust, my loyalty, my entire heart... and it was treated like it had no value. Now I'm done giving explanations. I'm done expecting apologies. I'm done standing in the shadows of someone else's choices." "If someone believes I can be replaced so easily... then they're about to experience how easily I can walk away. I'm not here to be tested. I'm not here to be compared. I'm not here to tolerate disrespect disguised as love." "I don't tear people down. I simply remove myself-and let the absence do the talking. If someone wants me back... they'll have to face every truth they avoided." "My fire was never the problem. Their fear of getting burned was." Payal's P.O.V: "I used to think holding a family together was strength- but I realized that holding myself together is the real power." "I tried understanding, adjusting, bending... until I looked at myself and wondered why I was the only one breaking. Not anymore. I'm done carrying the weight of everyone else's comfort." "If someone thinks I'm too silent to fight back... they're wrong. I don't shout-I end things. I don't beg-I decide. I don't chase-I step forward, and whoever can't keep up gets left behind." "My heart is soft, yes... but my spirit? Unshakeable. If someone hurts me and expects me to stay- they've misunderstood the kind of woman I am." "I don't need loud revenge. My strength is the revenge."

What if instead of Khushi, Arnav would be the one begging and trying to win the Gupta family over to marry Khushi? What if Garima forces Khushi to chose between Arnav and them?. Who would Khushi's wandering heart chose: Duty to her family or her love for Arnav? How would Arnav prove he is nothing like his father? Join me on this journey to see who would each other choose.

They were worlds apart but connected by their hearts since they were young. Now they are together to face enemies even from their own families. Story starts from the terrace scene with a twist.

It was time for unearthing some truths, some realizations and unmasking some dear ones for Arnav. It was finally time for everyone to get what they deserved A three shot based on IPKKND.

Sheetal came to destroy. But ARNAV is not to be messed with especially when it come to his KHUSHI and he would show not only Sheetal and all her supporters but that brat Aarav a lesson they would never forget or would he revert back to old habits.

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

Cover credit: KoeliDalmiya Fettered with a plastic cover, which is noncorrosive in nature, debarred her from breathing as the resultant of that cover tied on her face. Her heart pulses played peek a boo. Her hands and legs are restricted from any movement. A snarl heard across her. Her senses are slowly losing it's capability. "Poor Raanisahiba... Khushiji I don't know you're stone at heart." "Please leave her..." She begged from the other side of glass door. "Then give recognition to my love." His wink with sickened voice and demand robbed her soul. "Come on khushiji... Do you want to be the reason behind this limb women death?" She slouched down on the floor gripping her mangalsutra. Where did she landed herself? Tears cascaded down like never before. Her eyes widen when her eyes caught the struggling anjali. "She's losing shyamji... Please... Leave her... Please... Please..." "Tsk.. Tsk... Clock is ticking khushiji... Tick.. Tick.. Tick.." •_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_