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!

Book 4 of the Mangoverse ▪︎Some stories are just waiting for an ending.▪︎ A marriage set on shards of glass, every step forward makes someone bleed. A troubled heroine, a lovesick hero, an emotional journey. _____________ A short love story.

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~

#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.

| 𝔉𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡 | Serialized Spotlight - AmbassadorsIN | Book 1 in the SURYAGARH ROYALS series. Suryagarh Fort. In the heart of the desert state of Rajasthan, a 900-year-old fort, a 500-year-old family feud, a 300-year-old portrait, and the thirty-year-old crowned prince await the presence of the enigmatic and enchanting woman who will be the key to breaking the curse. The same curse that the royal family of Suryagarh has been battling for over half a millennium now. The very same one that has the princesses of the lineage mysteriously dropping dead before coming of age. Shreya Awasthy is unaware of what secrets and lies have been crawling menacingly in every nook and cranny of Suryagarh Fort. She is a tourist; she doesn't give a damn. However, the more she tries distancing herself from the depths of darkness, the more she gets sucked into the treacherous web of mystery and magic in the town. The more she tries to stay away from the charming prince, the more she is drawn to his gentle heart and ruthless facade. As anecdotes about elixirs from the Himalayas, stories about a certain king who possessed a mighty sword, and fables of an erstwhile princess who looked like her fall on Shreya's ears, she knows Suryagarh Fort is not just a tourist destination for her. It's a town where magic runs deep and serial killing is the norm. An anomaly of nature that she is, she must help nature seek balance. No matter what the cost is. Cover Credits: @AmbassadorsIN

•Love Never Loved• They said this marriage would change her life, it did. They said she would be surrounded with luxuries in Kashana House, she was. They said her future would transform, it did. They said she would be lucky to be married to their heir, she was. They said she would be loved, she was not. •|• Silah Shafee married Sarfaraz Khan. They were the happiest couple. The most charming and loving. Their eyes gleamed of love they had for each other. Any room would glow up with their presence. Kashana Family was witness of how much Sarfaraz loved Silah, but truth was; he never loved her. Sarfaraz passes away and Silah holds this secret forever. But it remains a secret only until Sarfaraz's cousin, Altamash returns home. Silah. Altamash. And a story.

"Lihaaz aapko hai nahi, aur aap se muh lagana, hum laazmi nahi samajte." _ you think planning a wedding is hard? try planning a wedding for your ex-boyfriend whom you still love dearly. Throw in a brutal break-up, mixed emotions, an arrogant CEO and soulful Urdu shayaris and you got yourself a story. _ Diya x Ishaan, Book 1 of the Pyaar series

The greenish-blue orbs stared at the group gathering below as she hide behind the curtain watching the crowd. Maharishi, gurus, yogis from all over were sitting infront if the large fire chanting the sacred mantras. Her kohl drawn eyes widened as she let out a gasp,stumbling behind. Her face turned into a rosy flush as a strong hand gripped her shoulders, preventing her from falling down. " Brother...I," She began, blushing brightly as the man placed his finger on her pale lips before walking past her. She pouted and elbowed his ribs, peering from behind him. " I want to see! What's so special ?" She huffed,crossing her hands over her chest as she pouted. " Curiosity Killed the Cat...Come along...if Maharaj found us sneaking around...he would be extremely displeased," The handsome man said as he gripped her hand firmly and dragged her away. She turned her face and sighed seeing Maharaj Draupad face beaming with pride and happiness as he loudly proclaimed that Lord Shiva has blessed him and the entire Panchal nation. " Will he ever look at me like that?," she asked in a forlorn tone causing the elder man to sigh and wrap his arms around her. " I hope not! You my little one deserves more than his desire for revenge," Satyajit said as he pat her shoulder. ****************************************** Aaratrika's life changed the moment her parents conducted the yagna. She became the forgotten princess of Panchal in the awakening of Panchali. Torn apart between her feelings with Hastinapur's crown prince's, she must decide if Duryodhan is worth her father's wrath or is her feelings for Yusdhistir worth her sister's marriage. Rewritten from my original story which I took down due to some personal issues. Aaratrika...Princess...Queen...most importantly Mahabharata's Unknown Mistress...the woman who watched every plot...scheme's...and idea and yet remain behind the shadows never to be known.

On a sudden spring night, when the moon somewhither sulker behind those misty clouds, Khwahish got a call from her friend, asking her to come back to the city she left years ago. Not that she hadn't visited the place, but this time when she did, something happens that she is not ready for. Past collides with the present when she takes a walk down the memory lane, of her first love. What happens when the pain she gulped years ago makes their presence known again? When people she left behind barged into her life again? Past takes a troll, presence holds a breath, pain screams of wounds, love finds its way, and happiness beams a smile as sorrow sways among the storms. Woh kehte hai na, Wo Pehli mohbbat hi kya jo adhuri na rahe? ____________________________________ Featured in Wattpadshortstory ✓ Cover credits @myralistic