What happens when a one night stand turns into curiosity about the person you slept with? Malti x Farhana A MALHANA ADAPTION ( Fanfiction ) CREDITS TO ORIGINAL OWNER All RIGHTS RESERVED

this my pure imagination and it's a fanfiction. . To remove the "lesbian" tag, Malti avoided Farhana. But distance only did one thing made both of them fall helplessly in love.

When BiggBoss ends, their fights should've ended too... but destiny traps Farhana and Malti together again in Khatron Ke Khiladi-where chemistry becomes danger, and avoiding each other becomes impossible.

The Bigg Boss house tested everyone, but it broke no one the way it broke them. Inside a house filled with cameras, secrets, and constant chaos, Farhana was fire; loud, sharp-tongued, and always ready to fight. She never backed down. Not from contestants. Not from tasks. Not from rules. Farhana wore chaos like armor. She believed in fire; loud, raw, and untamed. Malti was different. Quiet strength. Calculated silence. She didn't cry easily. Didn't confess easily. They clashed first. Words like sparks, pride colliding, tempers flaring. Rivals from the very beginning. Two strong women refusing to bow. Two storms crashing into each other. And neither of them knew what started as a war would slowly turn into something far more dangerous. And when enemies start to feel like home, someone always gets hurt. They call it rivalry. The house calls it content. Viewers call it drama. But no one sees the quiet moments. The accidental brushes of hands. The way their eyes linger too long after a fight. The way anger slowly twists into something warmer... softer... scarier. And in a place where love is watched, judged, and edited... Can something real survive? Read Ishq Risk to know.

this is just a fanfiction and my imagination so, don't take it seriously. . In the chaos of the Bigg Boss house, Hana and Malti start as sworn enemies who can't go one hour without fighting. But between late-night tasks, unexpected jealousy, whispered confessions, and cameras watching their every move, something deeper begins to grow. When a wild-card from Malti's past stirs trouble, their connection faces its toughest test. In a house built for drama, they end up finding the one thing that's real each other.

this is just a fanfiction and my imagination so, don't take it seriously. . Farhana and Malti were never meant to fall for each other- not with their fights, jealousy, and unfinished anger. But one retreat, one kiss, and one dangerous obsession pulls them into a storm they can't walk away from. Between fear and desire, they learn that real love... is rarely gentle, but always unforgettable.

this is just a fanfiction and my imagination so, don't take it seriously. Pashmina isn't just a word. It's a feeling-soft, slow, and quietly woven... exactly like their love. When Farhana and Malti walk out of Bigg Boss as sworn enemies, the last thing they expect is to fall into each other's lives again. But one leaked clip, one shared room, and one unforgettable night later... the world starts calling them soulmates. And the scary part? They don't know if the world is wrong.

The night Seoul crowned its newest fashion queen was also the night two hearts broke without warning. Inside the penthouse suite of K-House, the city glittered beneath Jennie Kim's heels. her smile precise - everything about her immaculate except the tremor in her voice when she whispered, "Tell me it's not true." Lisa didn't answer. She stood by the window, shoulders soaked from the rain, eyes carrying a kind of silence that begged to be believed. "It wasn't what you think," she said finally, low and breaking. "Jennie, please-" "Don't." Jennie's voice cut through the room like a blade. "You think I'll stand here and pretend you didn't lie to me? That you didn't use me to get ahead?" Lisa's jaw clenched. "You really think so little of me." "I think exactly what you showed me." Jennie's words were cruel, but her fingers trembled as they gripped the wine glass. "You disappeared in the middle of my show, Lisa. You knew how much tonight meant. And you were with her." Lisa stepped forward. "She's a client, Jennie! I told you-" "Enough!" The glass shattered against the floor. Wine bled into the marble like spilled blood. Lisa froze. For a heartbeat, there was only the sound of rain and Jennie's ragged breathing. Then came the whisper, soft but fatal: "Leave. Tonight. I don't want to see you again." Lisa's throat closed. "You don't mean that." Jennie met her eyes - the same eyes she'd once kissed beneath studio lights, the same eyes she used to call home - and said it anyway. "I do." For a moment, neither moved. Then Lisa picked up her coat, silent tears caught in the reflection of the window, and walked toward the door. She stopped once, hand on the handle. "If I leave now," she said, "I won't come back." Jennie didn't answer. Pride was louder than love. The door closed. ⸻ Seven years later, she'll see those eyes again. And everything she buried will rise to the surface.

Two souls. One unwanted marriage. One believes that marriage is a promise meant to be honored; the other refuses to even know the name of the person she's bound to. To the world, they are Smriti, the Queen of Cricket and Jemimah, the rising star of the game. But off the field, Smriti hides a secret that tugs at her heart every day... while Jemimah finds herself falling for her idol, never realizing that the woman she admires is already her wife. A story of unspoken vows, dreams, and destiny where love finds its way, even through the boundaries of silence.

"From the writer who gave you the delulu-inducing, canon fanfic Like It's 2019, Maybe ...comes another attempt at a JenLisa rom-com with chaos, feelings, and questionable decisions... but mostly, gay panic." SYNOPSIS: Stuck in a mediocre job and freshly dumped by her latest fling, Lisa Manoban is tired of feeling like a loser. So when her high school reunion looms, she decides to fake it till she makes it - literally. To save face, she tells everyone she's happily taken. Enter Jennie Kim: a stunning, mysterious woman Lisa found while scrolling through Instagram. Armed with decent Photoshop skills and a glass of wine, Lisa edits a couple photo and posts it. Her classmates eat it up. But the lie unravels faster than she imagined... Because Jennie Kim shows up at the reunion! Faking it? More like full-blown disaster. Now Lisa has to figure out how to survive the weekend, keep her secret from exploding, and maybe - just maybe - stop her fake girlfriend from walking out of her life for good. ~~~ Reader Reviews for TheMissusKim-M: "Is this G!P? I want it to be Lisa with a di*k." ~ emotionally invested, sexually confused commenter on HERS LOVE CHARMS & DONUTS "Full of grammatical errors." ~ grammar nazi reader but still liked and bookmarked for later rereads "You write so good... I'm a commission artist. I can give you a discount." ~ sent at 2:10 AM with zero context and a link to an Instagram with 3 followers "Maganda. Sulit. Papanoorin ko uli." ~ a random tita after watching a Star Cinema movie.