Bengali Stories

Anindya aka Butu was of only 13 when, an un-assumed accident made him a husband of a 10 year old Poulee. Will happy-ending be in the fortune when irritation covered up the sparks, and sudden responsibility overruled childhood innocence and adolescence? ***not edited, editing on the process*** The link of the book two, https://www.wattpad.com/story/100998976-other-groom-the-tale-of-the-rejected-guy

A place... which she felt very warm. It's the place where she had dug all her past memories in. A,place which she thought will be gone from her life once and for all she forgets..about it but, universe was having a different plan and destiny for her That past which once had destroyed her life Back then.... was crawling and coming back again into her life slowly but dangerously. That past which had already destroyed someone is coming back again to that same person to again destroy her fully little by little but plan by plan... That past.. is coming back without any warning ⚠️ without anyone noticing but.. It is determined to destroy someone's special life "Is this that place which is holding one of my precious as well as dangerous memories"she said almost like whispering to someone else she knows from a long time ⌛️.....

His life was a nazm, and like an undetachable prose in it, was her. Arnobi had it all, but the thing she forever craved for was the pride her father only had for Malhar, his perfect disciple. Yet, against every bitterness and bickerings, Arnobi is drawn to his Godly presence with childish curiosity and an inexplicable deep sense of belonging. As life throws a tantrum, and everything goes downhill for her, she is left in a whirlwind where she must choose Malhar Agnivanshi, and now, as her husband. In such a mismatch and that too in an unfavorable reality where life tests all the limits- Does he choose her or his indifference shatters the nazm of his life.

Does past really dies when we stop remembering it? They grew up side by side- sharing secrets, dreams, and a childhood no one else understood. Until one night shattered everything... Years later, the past crawls back. Not with answers- but with warnings. "Do you remember what happened?" "No... and maybe it's better that way." Someone is lying. Someone is pretending. Someone remembers everything... but refuses to speak. "Were we ever truly friends?" "We were... until that night." Now the memories they buried are rising again- not to be forgiven, but to be avenged... Thank you for giving this story a chance. It was born from silence, fear, and the kind of friendship that leaves marks. If something feels confusing... it's meant to be. If something hurts... it's meant to hurt. And if you feel something shift inside you- then this story has already begin its work. When the truth finally rises... who will survive it- and who will be destroyed by it? Stay tuned to know!!

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He's a man carved from shadows. She's a girl made of sunshine. Lorenzo Pesci - the world's youngest trillionaire and the secret ruler of a deadly empire. Feared. Untouchable. A king in a world of puppets. Uma Sen - a sweet, chubby Bengali schoolgirl with a stubborn smile, clumsy feet, and a heart too pure for this world. He never believed in love. She never imagined meeting someone like him. But fate has other plans - dangerous, irresistible ones. As their worlds collide, so do power and innocence, darkness and light. And when the coldest heart begins to burn, the whole world might just burn with it.

The Heartthrob of India with females head over heels for his attention. Darshan Raval. Nailing the Bollywood Music world with his marvelous voice and charming personality. With millions of fangirls daydreaming about him, he claims to be absolutely single. A simple Bengali girl - Tanshi, trying to get something out of life - neither blending in nor standing out. Lost in her own world. Secretly in love with the Darshan Raval yet just a friend to Him. A short story, describing individual phases of their tale.

Anika never planned to trade rainy London streets for Gotham's neon-tired skyline. But when her family moves into the al Ghul estate for a business deal she barely understands, she finds herself caught between marble hallways with a boy with quiet eyes and too many shadows behind them. Damian al Ghul-Wayne is disciplined edges and soft contradictions, a past stitched with secrets he can't quite outrun. He notices things, her mismatched rings, the way she murmurs Qur'an under her breath when she's nervous, the poems she thinks no one sees. Their connection grows in stolen moments: in art studios that smell like turpentine, in late-night corridors where the world feels too heavy, in every silence that somehow feels like understanding. But Gotham has a way of revealing what should stay buried. And when Anika stumbles upon the truth about Damian's old life, everything she thought she knew fractures. She leaves. He lets her. London swallows the distance between them, but not the ache. Because some people don't leave your life- they stay in your prayers. Across cities, faith, and the ruins of who they used to be, Anika and Damian must learn whether love built quietly can survive a world built on secrets. Soft hearts. Sharp histories. Two kids trying to choose who they want to be. ---------------------------- Muslim!Damian x oc

So this is basically what I would have loved to see in Season 2, more or less. After the battle in Avista, three of the Power Stones have been recovered, leaving only one left. The ThunderCats are determined to find it before Mumm-Ra does, but it won't be easy. And, after Pumyra's betrayal, three new additions to the team have Lion-O uneasy, even if one is just a kid.

Once upon a time in the quaint little town of Kasauli, where the air smelled like pine trees and the Wi-Fi signal was as elusive as a unicorn, lived our quirky Sharma Family. 🌲📶 Prerna, the feisty yet perpetually frazzled housewife, had a secret. She was the proud mother of Nayan, her own daughter who was adopted by her husband, Rishav. Why? Well, because Prerna had faced society's fiery judgment after an unfortunate incident, and she decided to dodge that drama like a pro. 🙅‍♀️ Now, Rishav wasn't related to Nayan by blood. Nope, their family tree was more like a bonsai - compact, twisty, and occasionally shedding leaves. But hey, they were a team! 🌳 Rishav, the night owl with a day job as a driver, worked tirelessly to keep the family afloat. His late-night escapades behind the wheel were like a low-budget Fast & Furious movie - minus the Vin Diesel abs. 🚗💨 But what they didn't have was romantic love. Nope, their love life was like a budget airline - no frills, no upgrades, and definitely no in-flight entertainment. 🛫❤️ So, buckle up, dear reader! As we dive into their quirky lives, remember that love doesn't always come with roses and candlelit dinners. Sometimes, it arrives in the form of mismatched socks and reheated dal rice. 🍚🧦 And who knows? Maybe, just maybe, amidst the pine-scented air and dodgy Wi-Fi, these oddballs will discover that love - real, messy, and Wi-Fi-proof - is right there, waiting to surprise them. 🌟📶❤️

✦ 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊 𝖝 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖓 𝖝 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒 ✦ 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒌: 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍, 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊: 𝑯𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎. ──── - 𝘚𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘦 - - 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 -

Y/n is an ordinary Bangladeshi girl/International girl.. she went to south korea for study purpose.. Who knew She will meet with the world famous boy band "BTS"!! She didn't know the person whom she accidentally bumped that day will be her destiny.. they started to fight over a hoodie but ended up fall for each other.. but it wasn't easy for them to express their love.. will y/n and that guy end up together?? What will happen when that guy will find out his 2 other friends feel the same for y/n.. what will he do!! whom y/n will choose? What will happen at the end? What if she find out at her wedding day that someone very close to her loved her all the time but never exapressed.. Best rankings.. #1 - Bangladesh #5 - trianglelove #83 - triangle #93 - love story #96 - newbie

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Have you ever had a dream which felt so real, that when you wake up, you feel like laying there with your eyes closed, trying to doze off again? In this Bengali x Punjabi retell influenced by the mystic song of "Piyu Bole", join Oindrila Das and Aditya Singh, for a sweet romantic tale.

☆السلام عليكم ورحمة الله☆ She was the light of hope to the afflicted. He was a dedicated soldier of his country. Hoorain Rashid has always lived her life in the simplest manner, thriving to become a better muslimah. Born in a society that made rules and differences for its own advantages, she was determined to bring positive changes in the lives of people around her. Haytham Özdemir, an efficient Airforce officer, was content with his life or so he thought to be. His set rules of life somehow gets tangled when he meets a pair of eyes at the most unexpected place. Those eyes that captivated like no one else. But there was obstacles between them. Obstacles that would cause them anguish. Obstacles that would test their patience. Obstacles that will be erased forever or.. Read further to know the journey that waits ahead for Hoorain and Haytham. Thank you for giving the story a chance.😊 ||#1 in kıtap on 19 September 2020||

"A sinner has no identify, he/she deserve punishment." This following short stories include a young lady who is abducted by someone and a woman heartbroken in a Bengali household. The story follows the twists and turns fueling the woman empowerment and righteous law of the world. A perfect example of blending the mythic character of Durga into a story enhancing the sense and giving respond to the social problems arising in today's time.

Calcutta 1969, a period of revolution and poetry. Charulata Dutta dreams to be a scholar, even if it implies going against her conservative family. Despite being the first graduate in the history of Dutta women, she soon finds herself trapped in a web of loneliness and desolation. In her perfect world of Victorian literature and Elizabethan plays, her less than perfect family poses a constant threat to her freedom. Until she receives an envelope full of jasmine flowers. As time flies, she bares her emotions completely to her anonymous friend, whom she writes anonymous letters. While her family prepares for her marriage, she finds herself deep in love with this anonymous correspondent. Nilotpol Shome has a myriad variety of mismatched degrees and interests. Despite being a soon to graduate medical student, his quill never hesitates to voice his radical ideas. When an unexpected turn of events coerces him to seek help from a loner english major, he could never speculate that she would be the woman who could tame his wild heart. However, she is in love with another, presumably her fiancé. In the congested Calcutta streets, they both strive to prevent their heart from shattering into splinters. As Calcutta journeys through post-independence struggle and budding Communism, the City of Joy stands witness to a tale of unexpected friendships, love and loss that blooms in it's streets. After all, youth turns everyone into a rebel and a poet.

একটি পুরনো আয়না। একটি ভয়াবহ গোপন রহস্য। আর এক কিশোরী, যার জীবন বদলে গেল এক ভয়ংকর রাতে। রুকাইয়া নতুন বাড়িতে আসার পর থেকেই টের পাচ্ছিল কিছু একটা ঠিকঠাক নয়। আয়নার ভেতরে দেখা যায় অচেনা চোখ, অদ্ভুত ছায়া, আর শোনা যায় নাম না জানা মেয়ের গলা। কিন্তু সত্যিটা যত গভীরে যায়, বেরিয়ে আসে এক ভয়ংকর অতীত - যেখানে তার মা'রই একটা অন্ধকার অধ্যায় লুকিয়ে আছে। "আয়নার পেছনের মেয়ে" একটি হিমশীতল হরর গল্প, যেখানে বাস্তব আর অদৃশ্য জগৎ এক হয়ে যায়। একবার আয়নায় তাকাও... কিন্তু সাবধান, কেউ তোমার পেছনে দাঁড়িয়ে থাকতে পারে...

I never loved the colour red. I never like the myths of our Indian culture. Always liked the ritual of black magic~~~ I fell for her real harder. But I was nothing for her; Nothing means nothing. She always liked the colour red. And I hate that most. I start liking the colour red, And fell for her even hard. And now I am in the pool of red colour and then she started to love me. But I was not talking about the colour but the pool blood.... But what if I said my death is fake??? You know what..... ~~~~ MUSKAANEIN JHOOTI HAI~~~~

This is a short writing to encourage more about the Bengali language