simple love story

From enemies to lovers to enemies to again lovers... and the cycle continues. Are they meant to be???

Reincarnation of our beloved SIDNAAZ❤️

hi handsome. mujhse shadi kro gay ?? what??? kn baat kr raha he ?? yeh mere sawal ka jawab nahi he . ap mujhe bhat pasand hain ky mujhse shadi kro gay?? dekhain miss shayad apne galat no dial kra he . no bhi sahi he or banda bhi sahi he . aj is navy blue shirt me bhat handsome lag rahe ho. ap kahan se bat kr rahi hain? Ak mazak ak shart or shahnaaz sidharth done ki life kse change hui dekhain kahan le kr jata he yeh ak phone call dono ki zindagion ko.

SHORT MATURE STORIES❤️

Agastya Rao was a walking contradiction. To the world, he was IPS Agastya Rao-a man whose very name was whispered with a mix of fear and grudging respect. He was the law, but a law unto himself. His reputation preceded him, a terrifying shadow cast over the criminal underworld. A man of few words, his commands were ironclad, his resolve unbreakable. He moved with a cold, calculated efficiency, his gaze so sharp it felt like a physical blow. He had no time for weakness, no patience for incompetence. His terrifying personality was a shield forged from fire and loss, a wall he had built around his heart to survive the brutality of his profession. He believed in justice, but his methods were often as ruthless as the criminals he hunted. Sana, on the other hand, was nothing. She was a ghost, a forgotten shadow in a sunless room. Her entire world was a single, cramped basement, a cage where the only light came from a crack in the wall. She was a creature of silence, for she had never been given a voice. The men who kept her there saw her as a possession, a bargaining chip, and had no need for her to speak. Her words were as unformed as her understanding of the world outside. She knew nothing of colors beyond the drab gray of her walls, nothing of sounds besides the muffled thud of footsteps above and the occasional metallic clang of a broken lock. Her world was a study in desolation. A broken doll, missing an eye and a limb, was her only friend. She would spend her days arranging a handful of smooth stones in different patterns, a silent game of a mind starved for stimulation. She knew a few words, simple ones like "pani" (water) and "roti" (bread), but she had no concept of a full sentence. Her knowledge was limited to the basic needs of survival.

Jab grumpy Siddharth Shukla( Tom) meets cutie, naughty pagal yet innocent sana(jerry)🤣

stay tuned 😉

They met in a house full of cameras, but what bloomed between them was painfully real. From teasing glances to quiet promises, their love wasn't built on fairy tales-it was forged through fire, silence, and the storm that followed. Fame came. So did betrayal. One walked away. The other never forgave. Years later, fate isn't done with them. Not even close. Because some love stories don't end when two people break- They begin when the silence between them finally screams.

He ruled the Parliament like a god. She walked in like a rebellion. Sidharth Shah - the most feared politician in the country. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. Until a stubborn, silver-tongued girl stood against him - not in court, not in streets - but right inside his world. Shehnaaz Aftab - young, brilliant, dangerously unafraid. She came to study the system. But she ended up catching the obsession of the man who owns it. He plays dirty. She bites back. He's used to women falling for his power. She's about to burn it. But in the game of lust, control, and politics, there are no heroes. Only sinners.