One shots on the most beautiful couple, Mahid and Seher from the show Sehar Hone Ko Hai

A no-nonsense career-oriented event manager, a 'was-i-ever-passionate-about-anything-in-my-life?' spoilt brat, bickering, unwanted arrangements, more bickering, a marriage no one saw coming, bickering, love and a mistake, nothing. Join Aahil, Sila, and their friends on a journey that promises nothing but disaster but isn't love just that? a glorious disaster?

‎‎She was always the quiet one. ‎The girl who sat alone. ‎The girl people never noticed. ‎ ‎Meher is a very quiet and introverted girl. In school, she has no friends, no group, and no one to talk to. She often sits alone, eats alone, and feels invisible. Studies are difficult for her, and slowly she starts believing that she is not good enough at anything. School gives her more fear than memories. She learns early how to survive alone. ‎ ‎Then Viraj enters her life. ‎ ‎The son of her father's friend. ‎Her neighbour. ‎And slowly... her only friend. ‎ ‎Viraj is everything Meher is not-confident, extroverted, smart, and a school topper who fits easily into the world around him. ‎ ‎He sat beside her when no one else did. Walked with her when silence felt heavy. Studied with her when she doubted herself the most. Somewhere between shared pencils, late evenings, growing pressure, and unspoken understanding, Viraj became the only place where Meher felt safe. ‎ ‎He became her comfort. ‎ ‎And without even realizing when or how, Meher fell in love quietly, deeply, the kind of love that grows in silence and lives only in the heart. ‎ ‎But love is never simple. ‎ ‎Will Meher ever find the courage to confess her feelings? ‎Does Viraj feel the same... or does he see her only as a friend? ‎And what happens when life, careers, and dreams start pulling them in different directions? ‎ ‎Never Mine is a slow-burn, emotional story of deep love, quiet feelings, self-doubt, and growing up-a story about emotions that are never spoken, but felt deeply in the heart. ‎ Note: This story contains no toxicity, no cheating, and no toxic men. Every character is written with respect, emotional depth, and human flaws - not cruelty. This is a safe, soft story focused on healing, growth, and mature love.

She bakes cupcakes. He breaks hearts. She's sunshine, sass, and secretly in love with her brother's best friend. He's Delhi's most untouchable CEO-cold to the world, but warm only for her. She fell first. Now it's his turn to fall... hard. Love You Always Have Slow burn. Soft love. Stolen glances. And a grumpy man who melts only for her.

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

Short story collection. Three stories. Ek duje ke vaaste (Arham x Nawal)✔️ "Mil hi jate hain joh bane ek duje ke vaaste" Mann Mayal (Ibrahim x Anaiza)✔️ "Mein toh Mann moji piya kese kiya mera mann mayal" Ishq hai (Zohaib x Zeeniya)✔️ "Yeh tera mera Ishq hai" No drama just love. Dialogues are translated into English.

Short story collection. Three stories. Woh ek Raat (Zarrar x Alina)✔️ "Woh ek raat jis mein sab ko kho kar mein ne tumhe paya" Dil pe Dastak (Haider x Muskan)✔️ "Mohabbat ne di dil pe dastak" MeharMah (Izaan x Amira)✔️ "Mein Mehar uska woh Mah meri" Little to no drama just love. Dialogues are translated into english.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ A harmless lie turned heartbeats and home ʚଓ Wajdan ༯ Sawera In your twenties, a gentleman will call you his wife to get out of a situation, and it's very important that you play along.

His foot steps fell near the bed as he pulled out a blue box from his Kameez pocket. Twisting it in his hand, his lips formed into a sneer as he threw it in my lap. I looked up at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion filled in them. "Mun dekhai uss mun ke leye jisko dekhnay ka mujhay koi shouq nahi." Our first encounter, the first ever sentence he said to me and this was it? I felt my heart break into a million pieces that night. . . . Read Yaar e Bereham for romance, suspense and twists. ✨ WARNING: THIS BOOK HAS URDU DIALOGUES WITHOUT ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS.

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​