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Aangan Where every relationship finds a place to belong. Some homes are built with bricks. Some are built with love. And then there is an Aangan-where every laughter echoes a memory, every tear finds a shoulder, and every relationship discovers its own place. When Rabiya enters her new home as Mudasir's wife through an arranged marriage, she isn't expecting love. She's only prepared to fulfill her responsibilities. But somewhere between shared cups of chai, quiet conversations, and countless little moments, two strangers begin writing a love story they never saw coming. On the other side of the same courtyard stands Sarbuland-Mudasir's childhood best friend, his brother in every way except blood. For him, Rabiya becomes more than a sister-in-law; she becomes the best friend he never knew he needed. Then comes Sherbano, Rabiya's cousin, who unexpectedly finds an elder brother in Mudasir. And in the middle of family gatherings, stolen glances, playful banter, and unspoken feelings, she and Sarbuland begin a journey of their own. Two love stories. One family. A thousand emotions. This isn't just a story about falling in love. It's about finding a brother in a stranger, a sister in a new home, a best friend in family, and a place where every heart is welcomed without question. Because sometimes, the most beautiful relationships aren't the ones we're born into... They're the ones waiting for us in an Aangan.

I've been reincarnated into the very web novel I used to mock endlessly with my friends-and even in the comment sections. Who could blame me? It was the epitome of clichés: a forced marriage, endless misunderstandings between husband and wife, suffocating angst, the heroine's dramatic escape, and the inescapable regret of the so-called male lead. Predictable, frustrating, and utterly tiresome. Yet here I am, inhabiting the role of that very heroine in 'Husband Is Regretting.' My first priority? Divorce the walking red flag I've been shackled to. But for some reason, the more I ignore him, the more fixated he becomes. And if that wasn't confusing enough, a side character who was supposed to appear only once suddenly approaches me with a bold question: "Shall I be your secret lover?" What on earth is going on in this story? Owner of the cover X\@irt_5433

A Divorcée and a Single Man. She once chose love and paid the price for that choice. After a marriage that ended in ways she never expected, Zoya Malik returns to her family's home carrying more questions than answers and a heart that no longer knows whether it can trust again. Shah Meer Khan, on the other hand, is a man who has never believed that love is the foundation of marriage. To him, respect, trust, and commitment are more than enough. Their marriage doesn't begin with love, desire, or promises. It begins with an agreement. But not every beautiful beginning is genuine and not every cold beginning is meaningless. Sometimes, peace isn't found in the person we once loved Sometimes, it's found in the one we never expected. Sukoon | سكون

[Previously titled "Left at the Mandap", now "The Seventh Vow"] Kashvi Mehra has always believed in love-the soft, hopeful, sunshine-filled kind she sketches into her designs, the kind she dreams about in her quietest moments. And for years, she thought her future was certain: she was to marry, her high-school classmate-turned-boyfriend, charming, successful, and ready to commit... or so she thought. But life has a way of shattering plans. On the eve of her wedding, a shocking betrayal turns everything upside down. A single video, a moment of recklessness, and Kashvi's world crumbles as she faces heartbreak in the most public way imaginable. Standing at the altar, unsure of what the future holds, whispers fill the roomwho will marry her now? Will anyone? And then, quietly, someone from her past appears-someone who has always cared for her, someone whose love has been steady, patient, and unspoken. But can she trust him? Can she let go of the pain and allow her heart to believe in love again? A story about choices, heartbreak, unexpected hope, and the quiet presence that might just change everything-if only she's ready to see it. ───────────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆────────────

"If Lahore had never been divided, would we still have been together?" A tale of love that began in the Lahore of 1946. Gurmeet Kaur and Raghav Rajvanshi fell in love not only with each other, but also with the city they called home. But when fate began drawing borders, their love was forced to face its greatest test. Lahore: A Love Story - one city, two hearts, and a separation that became history. ....

NEW STORY Two broken hearts. Two unfinished stories. One promise that changed everything. When fate takes away the people they loved most, Sarbuland and Rabbiya are left with nothing but memories and a promise that cannot be broken. In a world filled with revenge, loyalty, and loss, can two strangers chained by destiny find the courage to love again? Some promises are written by people. Some are written by fate. Perhaps some zanjeerein aren't meant to imprison us... they're meant to lead us home. FANFICTION OF SARBULAND(Danyal zafar) AND RABBIYA(Sajjal aly)

She spent years hating the man destiny had chosen for her. He spent years protecting the woman who never knew why. A promise made before they were born binds Rabia and Sarbuland in a marriage neither wanted. While she fights for her freedom, he fights enemies lurking in the shadows,enemies willing to destroy everything to keep the truth buried. As old betrayals unravel and hidden loyalties come to light, hatred slowly gives way to trust... and trust to a love neither of them ever expected. Some promises are curses. Some become home.

"If you don't mind, of course," she continues, picking up the empty mug and tray. "It will be of no hardship to me." Stress, anxiety, and depression. His treatment lay in the pills confined to sharp blister packs and cold bottles of glass. After a careless mishap, Rabiya offers to manage and keep track of Sarbuland's medications. And he records every moment into the pages of his diary.

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