Three brother who have a close knit relationship a bond stronger than everything suddenly gets broken. An intruder in happy family also known as new sister. How will Awan brothers deal with it? To find out more please peep in.

A beautiful tale of Ahmedani family! A siblings saga with lots of family drama and love served as a side dish! Peep in to enjoy!

"I am leaving", The man said smiling excitedly at his wife who had a sullen expression. She nodded. "I... take care" Those were the only words she managed to utter as he turned around. "I will" He said walking towards the door then stopped midstep. Turning around he asked his wife "Do you wish for something?" "No" She said, when he reached the door a whisper was heard. "Love me one day?" **** In the early 19th century when child marriages were common, Jia a ninth grader was married to Adeel who was three years senior to her. The problem was that they were opposites and his heart already belonged to someone else. Someone more mature, educated and caring compared to his child bride. His heart hardly swayed and Jia inspite of knowing the truth fell for him. A broken woman can be powerful. The story revolves around how a non career driven housewife changed when life tested her. #Strong female characters

... ❝He was the poison I was dying to taste on my lips.❞ ... I was a coward. The coward who wanted to leave behind the wreckage of her life for the man who had tormented her for as long as she could remember. The boy who had spit venom at me growing up, all because he had more power - all because my family worked for his - and had later turned into a man who was the embodiment of poison. River Vanderbildt. The boy I hated more than anything in this world. And the man I never stopped seeking. The Vanderbildts were one of the leading families in our town. They were filthy rich, disgusting powerful, but vain and cruel. While my family, on the other hand, had been ostracised from their world because love had managed to tear everything apart. It was River's mission to make my life a living hell for a reason beyond my comprehension, and he successfully did so for eight whole years. The past belonged to him. The present belonged to heartbreak. But the future; it solely belonged to me because I'd had enough. Because Ishwarya Jalal had enough of his torment. Because the girl inside her had withered away and died, only leaving the ashes that River had created.

As if being kidnapped from a poverty-stricken town in the Middle East was not horrifying enough, Hayat Ishfaq, a 21 year-old American Muslim, is forced to watch the slow beheadings of her own students. But, those are the least of her worries. ~A Wattpad Featured Story~

❝When He becomes Ram, She becomes Sita. When he becomes Krishna, She becomes Rukmini. In all the incarnations, Goddess Lakshmi is always inseparable from Lord Vishnu.❞ -Vishnu MahāPurāna 1.9.144 She was the beloved princess of the prosperous kingdom of Vidarbha. She was only a maiden, when she lost her heart to the hero of the Chandravanshis, Vasudev Krishna, the enemy of her eldest brother Rukmi and his allie Jarasandh, the Emperor of Magadh. She decided to go against her brother, Rukmi who was using her as pawn to win the favours of Emperor Jarasandh, by getting her married to Shishupal, the Crown Prince of Chedi. The princess of Vidarbha made her choice. She would not bow down to the patriarchy and wrote a letter to Lord Krishna to take her with him, to Dwarka. Beautiful, intelligent and virtuous. She is Krishnatmika, the soul of Shri Krishna. She's the one in whose love Krishna himself had sleepless nights. She is the source of all happiness and prosperity. She was Vaidarbhi, the pride of Vidarbha. She was Dwarkeshwari, the queen of Dwarka. She was the chief queen of Shri Krishna. She was Rukmini. Retelling the eternal saga of supreme love. ____________________________________________ #925 Ranking in Historical Fiction Cover credit: Avanya_2009

#1 in short-story out of 325K stories!! on 28 September 2023 Give it a try!! ---‐-------- "So I was not worthy of you?" It was more of a statement for Anvi. Her voice was broken. Rudra prayed her finger from the necklace and held her hand. "Sweet.....It was never about what I thought. It was always about what you thought." Rudra pulled up her chin gently to look into her eyes. "If you thought you were good enough for me, you would have never proposed the deal. You would have never put your health at risk to achieve it. And yet I had always seen you as a kind little girl who took care of me like a mother. Who would make samosas for me when I came home. Who would wait outside my room for hours together. Who would make sure that my socks were restocked every summer. And many other things.....Baby it never occurred to me to measure your worth. I was not in love with you back then, but you were a part of my life, sweet." He finished with a sweet tender kiss. "You..you..knew?" A very red Anvi asked in astonishment. "What? That I was your first crush?" He smirked, turning her redder by the second. "Now let me kiss you before you put on that lipstick." He pulled her into a soul-satisfying kiss. ______________ It is a beautiful journey of Anvi and Rudra. A short heart warming love story.

A woman, exceptionally beautiful, starts experiencing some strange things. Why was she so different from others? Did she have a purpose? Who was she really? What would happen when the characters from the stories she had heard from her childhood would come alive and guide her? Story heavily based on Hindu legends.

A story of a wife retuned from abroad. A Pandora of secrets hanging around her neck like a noose. A story of a husband standing at crossroads, not knowing what brought him there in the first place. Him or his ambitions? A story of a nasty divorce closing on the two at a cataclysmic pace. And importantly, A story of how love shall conquer all sorts of demons and thrive even in the bleak.