Banaras Stories

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 ┆　┆　┆　┆　┆ ┆　┆ ࣪ ˖☆ ࣪ ┆ ݁˖ .☆ . ݁ ˖ ☆⊹ ࣪┆ ˖ ࣪　⊹ ࣪ ★ ⋆.˚ ⊹ ࣪ ࣪ ˖⋆˚★ ₊ ⊹　 ࣪˖ ࣪ ₊ ࣪ ˖　 . ݁　⊹ ࣪ ˖　　　 ࣪ ˖ 　　. ݁　　　 ݁ 　　. Divya Mathur never wanted to escape something as badly as her forced political marriage to the most notorious man of the state. But the more she tries to run from him, the more terrifyingly obsessed he becomes with keeping her. And somewhere between political games, dangerous secrets, and a husband who would burn the world for her... until Divya realises one terrifying thing. Rudra Singh Shekhawat isn't the man who makes the escape sound possible when he acts like he already belongs to her.

𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠; ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟. 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠? _________________________________________ "𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝. "𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞...?" 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝. "𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬. "𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐌𝐫. 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐭," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲. "𝐀𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞d.

She was the girl everyone whispered about - the *impure one*, the *bad omen*, the *unmarried mother*. For years, she carried her shame in silence, protecting her child and enduring the cruel stares of a world that never cared to know her truth. Until the day fate played its cruelest card. When her sister suddenly disappeared hours before her wedding, she was forced to take her place - veiled, trembling, and bound to a man she barely knew. But destiny had already written a darker twist... Because the groom - the man standing at the altar - was the very one who had unknowingly fathered her child. Two souls bound by a past they can't remember, a present they can't escape, and a truth powerful enough to shatter everything they believe in. In a world quick to judge and slow to forgive, can love rise from the ashes of betrayal and fate?

Early update on stck, paid!! Posting chapter once target is completed!! 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 '𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞. 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐫 She was sitting on the bed, waiting for her husband when the door clicked open. Her fist clenched the hem of her pallu. Her heart was beating too loud, only sound in the quiet room. She lifted her eyes as a paper was dropped in front of her. her heart shattered as she looked at the paper, a drop of tear dropping on it. "This marriage means nothing to me, I don't accept you as my wife. Sign these papers whenever you wish" 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐘𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧

"I can fight any war, face any enemy without blinking... but Dhara Tripathi? She's the one battle that gives me a headache." Vidyut Agnivanshi,29 years, an undercover commando officer whose life beats only for his country.Words are unnecessary for a man like him; danger follows him like a second skin. Calm as still water... but give him a reason, and he becomes the storm. And yet, for all the wars he has survived, Vidyut Agnivanshi made one catastrophic mistake. He married her. The one woman he cannot tolerate. The one woman who was never meant to be his bride. "If there were a human version of a stubborn, loud, and utterly insufferable donkey,it would be Vidyut Agnivanshi." Dhara Tripath,23 years old, a fierce reporter and unapologetic truth-seeker. She is a storm wrapped in elegance, sharp-minded, fiercely independent, and dangerously defiant. Her words cut like blades, each sentence a calculated strike that leaves no room for retreat. Since her teenage years, Dhara had loved the younger prince of Banaras with an obsession that blurred the line between devotion and madness. From secretly following him to finally becoming part of his world, she believed destiny had finally chosen her. Until fate laughed. One moment she was chasing her dream, and the next she was bound in marriage to the one man she cannot stand-his elder brother. Now they are trapped in a relationship neither of them wanted. He sees her as chaos in human form. She sees him as the most insufferable man alive. But when secrets begin to unravel, loyalties fracture, and betrayal lurks behind royal walls, hatred slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Because sometimes the fiercest wars aren't fought on battlefields. Sometimes they are fought between two hearts that burn too fiercely to coexist... yet refuse to stay apart. Two storms. One forced marriage. And a love that might either destroy them or set the world on fire. [मोहबत-e-dastaan] Start - 1st April,2026 End -

𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐢 ; 𝐓𝐮 𝐑𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐚 ; 𝐓𝐮 𝐊𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢 ; 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢. ~𝐀.𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚 ◉ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 - 𝟏 : 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐓𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 ~ ( 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐈 ) 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬 (𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭) 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. .𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ "𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬" 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬" "𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬 - 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬" .𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

मेरी अक्ल दीवानी तुम तक, मेरी शकल जवानी तुम तक, मेरी खत्म कहानी तुम तक, बस तुम तक, तुम तक...। ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Siyansh Tiwari is the son of a former gangster and a present-day sarpanch. He dreams of becoming an IAS officer, which is why he runs away from his own wedding to pursue his ambition. However, after accidentally boarding the wrong train, he ends up in Banaras. Kind, soft-spoken, caring, introverted, and determined, Siyansh remains focused on his goal of becoming an IAS officer, refusing to let anything stand in the way of his dreams. Siya Sahai is the daughter of a very famous and wealthy businessman. Her father sends her to Banaras as a punishment to revive their bankrupt company. However, everything changes when she falls in love with Siyansh at first sight. Confident, bold, extroverted, and outspoken, Siya embraces her feelings wholeheartedly and is determined to win Siyansh's heart with unwavering passion and sincerity.

Based on 1860s; Banaras. "To aap bataiye hame. Ham aapko is daldal se bahar kaise nikaal sakte hain?" His voice deepened and became grave while he asked her this. Her eyes matched his gaze. "Aap sach me hamari sahayata karenge?" Her tone was serious, yet a pinch of innocence was present in her question. He gave a slow, solemn nod. "To byaah kar lijiye hamse. Sehari Babu. Hame apni Dharam patni ka darja de dijiye." The words hung electric in the air, binding their destinies forever in that single, breathless moment. ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── Satyajit- Son of the biggest zamindar of the city who lost hope in life after losing his love. Savitri- A normal village girl who is aware that the rigid rituals imposed on women won't let her live long. She thinks the only way she could be saved from this lawless and violent society is if Satyajit marries her. He never made any promise; but her pleading eyes made him return only for him to find out something tragic...... Read the story to know how destiny brings them together and changes their fate. How they became "living for each other" by overcoming "destined to die".

"𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈... 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐉𝐈" SHE'D NEVER THOUGHT HE'D GET ON HIS KNEES... The rain hasn't stopped. But people did. Ganga ghat pe aarti abhi khatm hui thi. Hawa tez thi. The diyas flickered. Rain started. soft at first, then heavier. People grabbed their dupattas, rushed up the ghat steps. "Humare liye prem hi pooja hai. Aur pooja hi prem" she cut him off mid sentence "Toh kariye humari pooja" And he did. Woh uske samne sar jhuka ke baith gaya... "Aaj se Kartavya Rajpurohit aapke hua, kashi ji." Aaj se kartavya Rajpurohit aapke huye... "Hum nahi jaante prem kaise hota hai. Par jo bhi hai. woh aap hi ho." I don't know what love is supposed to feel like. I never did. But I know that before you, mornings were just mornings. Now they're the time I wonder if you slept well. I know that when you laugh I forget what I was doing. I know that when you're upset something in my chest pulls, like it's mine to fix, like it was always mine to fix. I have never fought for anything in my life. Never raised my voice. Never asked for anything. But for you I would learn. For you I would show up at every ghat, every lane, every place you've ever been, just to be where you are. I don't know what to do with this feeling. It's too big and I'm not a big person. But it's yours. All of it. Whatever this is, it's yours. Kashi Zaveri : who loved loudly, never knowing someone was just as gone for her. Kartavya Rajpurohit : who prayed with his whole heart, and loved the same way. This is their story. And this is banaras. Galiyon ki, ghaton ki, diyon ki. Families ki jo ghar jaisi lagti hain. Prem ki jo pooja jaisa mehsoos hota hai. Par Banaras sirf aarti aur phool nahi hai. Yahan dariya bhi hai. Aur dariya kabhi kabhi sab baha le jaata hai. 🌷Prem laat series book #1

~ Previously titled as - Sanson ki mala pe : His sacred Surrender ~ Some love stories begin with a confession. Others begin with silence. 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 follows five friends whose lives become tangled in love, laughter, jealousy, heartbreak, and everything left unsaid. Between almost-confessions, stolen glances, and impossible choices, they discover that the deepest love isn't always the loudest. Sometimes, it is the one that waits. And in the end, every heart must answer the same question- 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫... 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭? ________ ☆ 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐲 Adhira clutched his shoulders, tears shaking her voice. "There was no hope left, Shiv... then why did you wait?" Shivay rested his forehead against her hands, years of longing finally breaking free. "I would've waited till my last breath," he whispered. "And even after death, I would've found my way back to you... as a flower carrying your fragrance, as roots holding every memory of you. Because loving you was the only thing my soul ever truly knew." _______ ☆ 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐛𝐡𝐮 Rain echoed through the empty parking lot as Dhriti finally snapped. "If I mean nothing to you, then why can't you let me go forever?" The confession tore out of him as he dropped to his knees. "Because I love you, damn it!! My mind fights me every time I try to forget you. And every time I see you smiling without me...it destroys me for not being the reason behind it." His voice fell quieter. "So don't ask why I can't let you go... when letting you go is the very thing killing me." _______ Toh chalo shuru karte hain ;⁠)

What is love... if not something that survives even when everything else falls apart? In Banaras, love is not written-it is lived. It breathes in the slow flow of the Ganga, it lingers on the steps of ancient ghats, and it hides in the narrow lanes where time seems to forget itself. Nothing here is ordinary-not even silence. Even silence feels like it is carrying someone's unfinished prayer. Every morning in Banaras begins like devotion, and every evening ends like surrender. The bells don't just ring-they echo like memories. The aarti doesn't just glow-it feels like emotions turning into light. And between all of this, love exists... quietly, without permission, without explanation. Because in Banaras, love is never loud. It is not something you announce. It is something you carry. Even when it hurts, even when it leaves, even when it is never returned the way you imagined. It stays. Not in moments, but in you. This city does not teach people how to move on. It teaches them how to live with what never became theirs. That is why every corner here feels like a story unfinished, every face feels like a memory half-remembered, and every heart feels like it is still waiting for something it cannot name. And maybe that is the truth of Banaras... that love is not about having. It is about becoming. So let it not just be told... let it be felt. Let it not just be a story... let it become something you recognize in your own silence. Let it find you the way it finds everyone here-quietly, deeply, inevitably. Let it find you in Teri Joganiya. But tell me... in a city where even endings feel eternal, can love ever truly be just a beginning?

A girl who is not loved from childhood wants a little bit of love and a family to call her own . She wants a person with whom she can share her pain and happiness. Will she get the love of her life ? Will she find a family ? ____________________________________________ A guy who is the king of Rajasthan. Famous as a cold hearted , merciless person with no feelings for anyone. Hates the concept of marriage. ____________________________________________ What will happen when these two people with totally different personalities will get tied in a marriage by their families ? Will they find love ? # She fell first he fell harder To know more read the story Hukum's Rani Sa.....

In the timeless lanes of Varanasi, where temple bells greet the dawn and old songs linger in moonlit courtyards, two neighboring hearts begin a quiet story neither sees coming. Meera Kashyap has spent her life fighting battles most people know nothing about..... society's harsh judgments, whispered taunts, and the exhausting burden of proving her worth in a world eager to define women by unfair standards. She is dusky-skinned, sharp-witted, fiercely self-made... and carries music in her soul like a prayer. Aditya Pratap Singh is everything a good son should be..... respectful, principled, beloved by his students, and quietly poetic in ways he never shows the world. He believes in companionship over convention, heart over hollow customs, and somewhere between history lessons, handwritten verses, and late-night melodies drifting from next door... he begins to notice a voice he cannot forget. What begins with unseen songs across shared walls, chance meetings, and stolen glances slowly grows into something gentle, old-school, and deeply heartfelt. But in a society that measures women by complexion, obedience, and silence..... what happens when a man chooses to love a woman exactly as she is... and stand against every stereotype built to diminish her? Set in 1990s India, this is a story of soft romance, handwritten letters, temple bells, quiet rebellion, and a love that doesn't merely bloom.... it changes the way people think.

~AkshatxMeera~ Akshat's Pov I came to my cabin after attending the meeting, then what I saw turned my whole world upside down. There stood Meera holding a bracelet with a diary and her back facing me. I stood there watching her retreating back. I think she has still not recognised my presence. I knew that the truth would come out one day but this was all of a sudden that I don't know what to say or do. After sometime I finally broke the silence, "Meera" I said hearing my voice she turns towards me and looked up her face was red by crying. Her eyes made an eye contact with mine and after few seconds she burst out in tears and was about to lose her balance . I was quick enough to hold her hand and instantly pulled her towards me. She hugged me and cried out her pain. "Tumhe sab pata tha, phir kyun nhi bataya?" she said. I gulped down the lump trying to beat back my tears as I heard her helpless cry. "Kyun akshat kyun?" "Mein tumse pyaar karti thi" "Main tumhara intezar karti rahi par tum nahi aaye" hearing her words I didn't realise when my own tears made their way through my cheeks as I rubbed her back to calm her down. After sometime she stops crying and gets out of my hold. Standing in front of me she was about to say or ask something but I cut her in the middle and said, "Mujhe bhul jao meera" "Mein tumse pyaar nahi karta" "Yeh sab Jo bhi hua sab bhul jao, Maine kabhi tumse pyaar nahi kiya" Hearing my words tears made their ways from her eyes. Coming near to me she took out the pendant from her neck which I gifted her and holding one of my hand she placed it in my hand. "Bhagwan se yahi prathna hai ki hum kabhi na milen" "Goodbye Mr.Gill" she said and left the cabin. I sat there on my knees holding the pendant near my heart and tears starts flowing from my eyes. What happened to Akshat and Meera??

Complete story of incomplete love

The simple yet beautiful journey of two people Raj and Toshiba.. it's just a short story of their life..I wrote this coz I can. hope you'll love it...

"She was an angel , that made even the devil want to get to heaven." "He has an angel looks, but a devils mind, he looks so sweet and kind, but he is a demon in disguise" So let's see what will happen when an angel collided the path with devil? Anneyo to all my delulu readers this is my first ever story please give it a try I won't disappoint you guys.

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