Aneetpadda Stories

Saiyaara Fan-Fiction. Its an AU movie story based on the same charecters as depicted in trailers and songs. Ahaan Pandey as Sahil Agnihotri. A college super star heartthrob. He is passionate about music and bikes. Extremely privileged, handsome and broody. Aneet Padda as Siya Joshi. She is the college topper, a huge nerd, soft and kind. She is hardworking and from a poor household trying to make it out. *************************** There she stood at the archway, wearing my powder blue shirt-half buttoned, barely hanging on her shoulder, sleeves swallowing her hands. My sunglasses, too big for her face, slipping slightly down her nose. And my guitar, slung across her like she was about to perform an arena show. I blinked. "What..." She strutted in like she owned the place. She pulled off her sunglasses in slow motion, her voice husky and dramatic. "You see, I woke up... and I was him. Sahil freakin' Agnihotri. Guitar-wielding prodigy. Man of mystery. Hair gel connoisseur." I choked on a grape. "Siya." She was swaying like a drunken rockstar, fake-belting notes that didn't exist in any scale, throwing her head back so hard my sunglasses flew off her face and clattered to the ground. I had tears in my eyes from holding in the laughter. I just couldn't take it anymore. She was still hopping around the furniture like an unhinged squirrel, doing a full-blown mockery of my performance from last gig-microphone hand gestures, dramatic hair flips, even the fake broody guitar solo that had the crowd roaring. I chased her across the room, dodging a throw pillow she hurled at me, until I finally caught her mid-bounce and tackled her onto the armchair in a heap of limbs and laughter. She was breathless, still fully in character. "Hey," she panted, her voice deepening into a mock baritone. "Do you want to ride on my big bike? I'll teach you cricket... maybe show you my tattoo..."

This is a collection of oneshots I would write on Saiyaara because apparently, 2 hours 30 minutes of movie, 7 songs, and endless edits on them are not enough.

After years and years finally a Bollywood movie has drawn me in, stayed with me and thus I'm compelled to write for the first time. I really don't know how wattpad works and I haven't read many stories so please be kind , although I would appreciate feedback . Also im not really on socials so if you like this ff it would be nice if you could post abt it to let other ppl know.

Ishq~ "Ishq karna aasan hai lekin... usse nibhana nhi" She said, tears in her eyes, not of sorrow but of love and the pain of loving someone... ~ "Hamesha tum hi age rhogi ye nhi hai, kabhi harna bhi sikho Ms. Topper.." He said, his voice making her more angry.. ~ "Tum mujhse durr hi rho! samjhe?" She said with anger... ~ "What's Ishq? can you explain me?" He asked her wanting to know the meaning of Ishq.. ~ kya hai Ishq? pata nhi kya hoga, kis mor pe unhe akar rak dega ye ishq? She was depressed and he was broken. can love heal each other? Both were traumatized, but hiding it with a smile. will they be able to heal each other with their warmness? ~ "Saiyaara?" ~ "Taaron ke beech mein ek bhatak ta sitara jo bhag rha hai kuch pane ke liye.. kudh to akela hai par upni chamak se sabki zindagi roshan karta hai.."

Short stories or one-shots based on Krish-Vaani from the movie Saiyaara, covering their life before and after marriage.

krish and vaani aus.

""𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤. 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖." 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚, 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒉𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆-𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒍. 𝑨𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑮𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑽𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊? 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑲𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕-𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗

2hr 26mins of KrishVaani were clearly not enough for me and I wanted more of them So I am doing this for myself.. please suggest me some plots

So apparently the 2 hour 30min movie, uncountable edits and posts were not enough. So here I am, writing a fanfic about my favorite duo ever, Ahaan and Aneet. This is a complete story (no oneshots) and I am really excited to bring this to all of you. This is purely a fiction adapted by the ongoing craze of our babies. (First time writer here, please be kind guys. Love you)

a look into krish and vaani's forever and ever and ever through the eyes of the people around them.

Krish is brash, hot-headed, arrogant, impulsive and careless. A polar opposite of the sweet, soft-spoken and kind natured girl he has been hanging out with. Their personalities contrast so much that Kv sometimes wonders if Krish is forcing the poor girl to stick by his side like a cute little key chain. A decorative charm hanging onto a leash. He couldn't be more wrong. . . . . . . Smutty one-shots for our favorite couple. Who knew Vaani was such a Freak? (Krish isn't complaining though- )

This book is edited with the help of AI, correcting the grammatical errors. A dying man's promise. A mother's buried sin. And a marriage born without consent. When Poorvi Tripathi loses her father, she believes grief is the worst fate that can find her. She's wrong. Summoned to the imposing Shankar haveli by the formidable Kamini Devi, Poorvi is pulled into a past she never agreed to inherit - one soaked in guilt, power, and secrets. To protect a reputation and silence society, Kamini makes an unforgivable decision: she binds Poorvi's life to her son, Dev Shankar, a man who never wanted her, never chose her, and openly resents her presence. What follows is not a love story, but a war fought behind closed doors. Humiliation replaces rituals. Silence replaces vows. And love is the one thing missing from their marriage. As jealousy, manipulation, and old lovers threaten to destroy what little remains, Poorvi must decide how long sacrifice can masquerade as strength. When she finally walks away, Dev is forced to confront the truth he ignored that love without consent is cruelty. In a world where duty is worshipped and women are expected to endure, this is the story of a woman who chooses herself and a man who must learn that love is not ownership, but choice. A slow-burn, high-drama saga of forced marriage, emotional abandonment, and love rewritten on its own terms.

In the chaos-fueled battleground of Roadies XX: Double Cross, where alliances are fragile and trust is currency, Aneet Kohli walks in with nothing to lose and everything to prove. Once an ex-pageant runner up, from Delhi , followed being a model in advertisements, doing ad campaigns, she was nothing but everything and not just a cute Barbie like face in front of the cameras , she joins Neha Dhupia's gang with sharp instincts, quick comebacks, and a wall built high around her emotions. But fate throws her into the path of Akash Thapa -a smooth-talking, young choreographer with a thriving vlog channel and a hidden fire in his heart. What begins as rivalry laced with passive shade and ego clashes turns into an unreal, unpredictable friendship that neither of them saw coming. As backstabs, advantages, vote-outs, and the dreaded double crossestest every bond, Aneet and Akash find themselves on opposite sides more than once. Betrayal leaves scars. Tasks break them. Twists shake their ground. But amidst the fake smiles, cutthroat competition, and performative loyalty, something undeniably real begins to form. Is it friendship? Is it love? Or just another tactic in the game? In a show where everyone is playing for themselves, can two broken people find something genuine-or will the final betrayal cost them the only truth they never expected to fight for?

"No matter how old you are, you will forever be my little princess" her mother cupped her cheeks and gave her a warm smile. With that, her tears seemed to disappear and her frown was replaced by a smile. "Now it's time for the Pooja. Go Get ready quickly." Her mother patted her cheeks, while she giggled and ran upstairs to get ready for the Kanya Pooja. ~~~~ Join the journey of this adorable mother-daughter duo where they break superstations together and heal each other's scars and wounds. ~~~~ Face Claims contain Ahaan and Aneet. Can be read either as a fan fiction Or (standalone) general fiction 😊

Twelve children. One prophecy. A war that will shake the heavens. When a hidden ashram becomes the gathering ground for the children of forgotten gods, the balance of the universe begins to tremble. Trained by a mysterious Guru, these young heirs must master their divine powers before the apocalypse unfolds. But destiny isn't pure - two will betray, one will fall, and the rest must decide whether they're saving the world... or ending it. Where myth meets destiny and love defies the divine - The Celestial Heirs is an epic saga of gods, monsters, and the mortals caught in between..

Just a few cute imaginations of Ahaan and Aneet or Krish and Vaani

Some stories are not written on paper... they're written in the stars. Two souls, worlds apart. One story, bound by destiny. A love that heals, a love that breaks, a love that refuses to fade. 🌌 This is not just a love story. This is Saiyaara. 🌌

They were acting... right? Right?? Ever wondered what really went down when the cameras stopped rolling? This playful collection of one-shots imagining the moments we never got to see-on set, off set, in stolen glances across crowded rooms, late-night texts, shared secrets, and everything that might have bloomed quietly behind the scenes. It's soft (& fluffy), it's a little messy (very), it's wildly speculative (maybe). But sometimes, the best scenes are the ones no one was supposed to see. Completely fictional, totally delusional, and 100% fueled by my need for behind-the-scenes romance.

darjeeling. a bakery. a tenant. a lawyer.

You are my Saiyaara- a planet that drifts beyond my reach, yet my heart orbits only you. The moon hides in your glow, and still I chase your light, even if it burns from galaxies away. For in every sky I look upon, there is only one universe, and it is you. A snapshot into Vaani's love for Krish. She always wanted the world for him so she left her world and him. The story fills in the gap from the movie after Vaani leaves Krish. With fading memories and a lingering pull to that one voice, Vaani navigates the separation alone. But even as she drifts further and further away from herself, her heart orbits only him. Her Krish. Her Saiyaara.