In the heart of a powerful Indian family, an arranged marriage between Kabir a brilliant, composed neurosurgeon and Kashish a dedicated, independent architect, begins with sweet awkwardness, stolen glances, and silent hesitations. What starts as two strangers adjusting to shared space soon transforms into a soulful love story. Kabir and Kashish grow from hesitant partners to inseparable soulmates. Set against a backdrop of tradition, ambition, and deep family bonds. This is a tender, layered tale of how love quietly blooms even in the most unexpected places.

He left me on a hike in Alaska, three days before a snowstorm. He thought I'd die. I didn't. I thought I knew him. I didn't. I didn't know him at all.

It happened very slow - he was nothing special either, but the way he looked at me reminded me of how I imagined my father looked at my mother when they first met. He had messy brown hair and a collared white shirt and blue tie. His eyes were wide-set and set on me, his hands wrapped around a phone pressed to his ear. I wanted to know what color those eyes were; I think my cheeks flushed at the site of him. The longer I looked, the handsomer he got. Little did I know, I was looking at the love of my life.

This is a fanfiction for the Office. I was never happy with how Toby's story ended, so I wanted to give him a happier life. *SPOILERS*

I know you - all you really want to do is to hang out with Joe Keery. Well, here you go. This fic is the equivalent to comfort food (for me: noodles, but it could also possibly be some kind of soup too). Enjoy 😋

I'm boring. I know it. He's not. But he is strange. ──────୨ৎ─────୨ৎ────── Jingling the keys, whipped from my back pocket, the car heaves into life. Just barely. "This hunk o' junk your car?" he yelps over the spluttering engine, beginning to rummage through the cassettes haphazardly and lazily thrown into any-which side pocket. Unamused, I grunt as it finally starts, beginning to roll over the gravelly bumps that make up my drive-way, "Yep. Aren't I lucky?" Steve, now fully involved in snooping, whistles as he whips out a shiny looking one in shades of sapphire, a woman frantically dancing in the centre. "Cyndi Lauper?" he teases, "Really? Wow." "Stop!" I groan, laughing, trying to smack it away from him whilst keeping both eyes stamped on the dim road, "That's totally my sister's." "Oh, yeah?" he snickers, twisting away and checking the back for the track-list, before belting out "But what if girls just wanna have fu-un?"

Isabelle Torres, a loving, talented young saleswoman with the best abilities, has recently been hired at Dunder Mifflin. Now with her new job, Jim Halpert, the office goof comes into the picture. ・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Jim Halpert x Fem oc [I do not claim to own The Office or their characters/plot! All right go to Ricky Gervais, Stephen Merchant, and NBC] [I do however claim to own my own character and their plot lines. Plots and dialogue of the original airing of The Office will be changed to better fit the plot/story] Season 1-3

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ "Crazy to think you could've been my step-brother." 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ "Not a chance, Dixon." Steve Harrington x fem oc