Cousinsmarriage Stories

In the heart of a bustling, tradition-bound Desi family, Ayaan Khan and Zoya Khan have always been at odds. As cousins, their relationship is defined by teasing, sarcastic remarks, and a constant battle of wits. But when family pressure forces them into an arranged marriage, their lives take a dramatic turn. Determined to resist each other, Ayaan and Zoya are thrust into a whirlwind of shared responsibilities, clashing personalities, and emotional turmoil. From bickering over habits to grappling with unexpected jealousy, their journey from enemies to lovers is anything but smooth. As they navigate family expectations, buried insecurities, and their growing attraction, they realize that love has a way of blooming in the unlikeliest of circumstances. Bound by tradition, will they embrace the unexpected connection that destiny has forged?

I will try to write short stories based on nikkah. The stories will be purely fictional. The characters don't match to any person. Disclaimer: This story is based on nikkah but it doesn't mean you will judge Islam and muslimah on based of this story. Please don't copy my work. It is a heinous crime. please don't copy. The pictures used in this story belongs to its rightful owners. I hope you will enjoy the story.

A story about two cousins Vansh and Riddhima , Vansh loves Riddhima but Riddhima is not willing to accept his love or give any chance to there relationship , Will vansh make Riddhima realise ? Will he be able to convince her or die in her love waiting for her ? To know more go and read the story 😁

Book 1 of "ETERNAL : MOHABBAT AE JUNOON" series [ Ongoing ] slow down ___ Description Before Reading the Story Please remember that this is an Indian Boys' Love story and everything in it is completely fictional. The characters, settings, and events are all imaginary and not connected to real life or any real communities. Some stories may include Hindu characters, some may include Muslim characters, and some may mix different cultures, but this is only for creative storytelling and not based on real traditions or beliefs. Any pictures used, including those from Pinterest, belong to their original owners and are only used for inspiration. You may also see male characters described with feminine words, or wearing jewelry and softer clothing styles, depending on their personality and the scene. If anything in this fictional world makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to leave the story instead of commenting negatively. I want this space to stay respectful and positive. Please also note that English is not my first language, so my writing may not be perfect. Updates might be slow, and sometimes a chapter can be late by weeks or even a month. Thank you for your patience and for being here. 💖 ---

"Mera haath chordein, it's.. hurting." Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to get rid of his deadly grip on her wrist. "Kyun? Jab woh tumhara haath pakadta hai, tab toh koi shikayat nahi hoti! Tab tum kuch nahi kehti!"" Tightening his grip on her, Rafey seethed. The pain he was causing was intolerable. Tears fell from her hazel eyes, her pale cheeks streaked with them, wishing for a certain pair of light brown eyes to come and save her from this tormentor. "Woh mera shauhar hai! Uska haq hai mujh par, jaise mera us par." Eeshal yelled at him, her anger slowly replacing the fear. "Achha. Ab woh tumhara shauhar hai, toh main tumhara kya hoon? Jo sab humare beech th-" The words got strangled in his throat, and then a loud slap rang through the room. It shocked Rafey, as he never expected the timid, extroverted girl to strike him so hard across the face. "Tum sirf ek galat faisla the, aur hamesha galat hi rahoge! Main tumhari jo 'mohabbat' thi, uske chakkar mein itni andhi ho gayi thi ke main tumhare asli chehre ko samajh nahi paayi." Eeshal gritted out the words, not knowing what the outcome of her honesty would cost her. Fury and rage surged through Rafey. He jerked his grip off her and pushed Eeshal harshly against the wall, making her yelp as her head started throbbing in pain. Rafey wrapped his fingers around her throat and pressed harder, making her squirm for air. His next words were not something Eeshal was prepared for. "Tum meri ho, Eeshal! TUM. MERI. HO. Agar main tumhe nahi paa sakta, toh koi aur bhi tumhe nahi paa sakta..." These were the last words she heard before everything went black.

This is arrange marriage love story but with some interesting twists andd also it's a cousin marriage

Inayat Zoraiz Vazair: The Chatterbox, A 20 years Old Girl. The perfect example of a mischievous Child. The Drama Queen. Inayat had it all, a Girl would ever want. A loving Family, Supporting Friends and Caring Cousins, more then this she had a great Father. Zoraiz Vazair, A man who had always been like Shadow to his Daughter. Alam Vazair, Her Grandfather, her backbone and her only Love. The only man, she can even Die for. But the only thing Inayat had ever lacked was a Mother. Though her Step-mother loved alot, but somewhere at the back of her heart She wanted her. The women she hates the most, her biological Mother. Esfandiyar Vazairi: The Reserved Man. A typical Business man whose days starts with deals, and ends with deals. He was the perfect Man, a girl has ever desired for. A prince with Grey eyes. Being the eldest among the cousins, he had responsibilities. However, time passed but with years instead of being a little Chatty, he became more goofy. Esfandiyar had it all in his life, Love, Faith, Trust, Money, Family and Power. Esfandiyar Who listen to none other then his Grandfather Alam Vazair and who takes no Orders. He has always hated two things in his Life first Refusal and second Orders. And Unfortunately Inayat Crashed in his life with Both, a rejection and an Order. What happens when Inayat enters Esfandiyar's life like a Crash? What happens when Esfandiyar faced two situations at the same time, and he hates both of them? A tale of Hate, that makes Esfandiyar blind. A tale of revenge that makes Inayat's life Dark. A tale of Love that was Hidden...and a little thread of lies.... What wins..?? Hate..?? Revenge..?? or Love..?? Happy Ending.