Desifiction Stories

She wanted a quiet life away from the spotlight... He belongs to the entire country, living under the roar of thousands of stadium fans... When their families arrange their marriage, boundaries are crossed, and unexpected feelings begin to take root... Can an forced bond turn into real love, or will the chaos of fame tear them apart?

When Vrinda runs away from her home in Pune, life throws her into a travel group bound for Vrindavan and Banaras. There she meets Madhav a 26-year-old independent guy who lives by his own rules and refuses to be controlled by anyone. They have different perspectives and an unspoken connection that goes deeper than standard relationships. No clichéd drama. No typical confessions. Just a raw and beautiful travel tale. Welcome to Vrinda: An Unplanned Journey.

Where My Heart Learns to Stay A College Romance NAINA VERMA A girl with chaotic energy, deeply in love with her family and a certified troublemaker. You know why? Wherever and whenever she goes, trouble follows her like a shadow. And this time, the trouble came in the shape of a human REYAN NANDA! The charmer of the college, Reyan doesn't believe in love. Born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he has no real connection with it. Yet, deep inside, he craves the love he never received from his family. But Reyan isn't alone in this. There is KAVYA DIXIT, just like him. She never received the love she always longed for. Raised with money, not warmth, the walls around her heart only grew stronger with time. But everything was about to change when one person entered her life SIDHARTH VERMA, the nerd and her senior who shattered Kavya's philosophy that "money talks in this world." Slowly, she falls for him. But will the love stories of Kavya × Sidharth and Naina × Reyan be easy? Absolutely not. Because Kavya and Reyan are both engaged due to a family alliance. Follow the journey of these four hearts, connected by the thread of destiny! A destiny that will play with their emotions and teach them what love truly is!

In the heart of Lucknow's most prestigious royal family, loyalty is demanded. Love is controlled. And blood is never forgotten. Twelve years ago, Rafan Khan walked away from the throne that was meant to be his, from the palace that never welcomed him or his mother. But when the great patriarch of the Khan dynasty is murdered, Rafan is forced to return to the haveli he once abandoned. The same enemies who took his mother have resurfaced, threatening assassination of their entire bloodline. Now he will have to face the man he once called brother. Sher. The soft stepbrother who rose as a ruthless king in Rafan's absence. The friend who became a stranger. The son of the woman Rafan despised. But this time, Rafan is not walking away. Now, Rafan must step into the role he once rejected. To fulfil a oath he made to himself. To defend his legacy. To uncover the truth. The family wastes no time tightening their grip. To preserve tradition, to secure alliances, they demand he marry his cousin and strengthen the bloodline. Instead, Rafan makes a decision that shakes the foundations of the palace. He marries Haika. A quiet, modest girl raised within the haveli walls as nothing more than a servant. The same girl who never speaks unless spoken to, yet carries a lot behind her soft dark eyes. As Rafan hunts the men responsible for his family's bloodshed, he begins to realize that the greatest threats may not lie outside the palace gates... but within them. In a world ruled by legacy and expectation, can love grow where trust was never allowed? And when the truth begins to surface, the veils of Nawabs begins to lift, who will remain standing when the crown finally chooses its king?

"Once, we were a home. Now, we're just memories trying not to hurt." When love turns into distance and care becomes pain... can broken bonds ever be fixed? Or are some relationships meant to bleed forever? A story of love, guilt, separation, and the pain of unspoken emotions. Disclaimer:- :-Grammatical mistakes🙃 :-Poor english 🤧

BEFORE:- him:-it is known as cool dude you know! her:- hamare gaon mai aise ladko ko "chichora" kehte hain! (in our village we call boys like you "frivolous") ________________________________________________ Kartik singh rajvansh is an ace car racer and drifter, he belongs to the rich family background of rajvansh, who rule over the Indian empire of business world,moreover his billionaire brothers who are underworld mafia kings, he has everything money,fame, looks and girls crazy over him, he's a spoiled rider , his path of fate crosses with divya malhotra a beautiful and sweet yet strong bold girl who belongs to middle class family and camed from Madhya Pradesh to rich city of mumbai to fulfill her dreams at her dream college..... __________________________________________________ AFTER:- him:-p-pls dont leave me jaan! dont marry him I love you her:-I can't live without you k-kartik pls take me away •••••when two opposite leads of the magnet meet each other ••••••••• DESI FICTION AU ENEMY TO LOVERS AU KARTIK X DIVYA fiction credits:- @rajveer @shizu @Avninovels

What if the quietest love story was the loudest one your heart ever knew? Mukti never asked for more than survival. Her days begin with steaming cups of chai at her tiny Bhagalpur stall and end with silence-broken only by her grandmother's fading voice. Dreams? Those were luxuries she folded away long ago. Then Hriday walked in-camera slung on his shoulder, poetry tucked in his smile. He wasn't supposed to stay. He wasn't supposed to look at her like she was more than chai and grief. But he did. And suddenly, the girl who hid behind steam and sugar had to face a question she wasn't ready for: What if home wasn't a place, but a person? "If I kiss you now, Mukti... you'll know I meant all of it." "I'm not a train, Mukti. I'm a stall. I don't leave." "He looks at you like you're tea on a winter morning," Dadi said. "Don't let love wait." If you love: Rooftop confessions under the moon 🌙 Banter that hides longing 💭 Festivals, rain, and quiet chai stalls 🍵 Stories that ache before they heal 💔➡️❤️ ...then this is your next read.

She grew up believing pain was her destiny. He lived his whole life hiding his own scars. When their worlds collide, fate asks a dangerous question- How much hurt can two hearts hold before they finally break... or finally love? ©All rights reserved

"It's enough Megh It's enough you don't have any rights to fool me all the time,you don't have any rights to take advantage of me,you don't have any rights to che-" "ENOUGHHHHH SHALYAAAA,I have thousands of women who are dying for me, you're lucky I chose you so stfu" Will destiny ever give them a chance to experience true love?

Achyut Yadavanshi - A man of few words, many wounds, and one eternal vow. A soldier who believed in duty...A Man who said "Mera saath kaha tak dogi tum, me toh desh videsh ka banjari".... until destiny wore a braid and crashed into his world. Vani Singhal - A girl made of chaos, cosmic curiosity, and coconut oil lip balm. A Woman who said "me jab tak saath chalo tere jab tak, na kahe tu me hara" She didn't fall in love-she collided into it, like everything else in her life. When calm met chaos, When science shook hands with war, A story began-not with once upon a time, But with a scotty crash, a divine pull... and a bond deeper than vows. This isn't just about love. This is adhyaya and adhikar. This is the tale of Swami & His Ardhangani. __________________________________________________________ "what is love for you, Achyut ?" "For me? It is waiting, but stilll loving that one soul, Who is far away from You. Love is like the air i breathe, It's like iam looking at my God. And.. You are my God. My lakshmi, My durga, My kali, My saraswati, My Radha. You're my Ardhangani. And in every life, I want to be yours. And only yours." ............... 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨🎀🌟 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨, 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜.

They say that We fall in love three times. The first love, The Intense Love, and The Unconditional Love. My first love happened at the mere age of 15. When I had a crush on this guy in my class. In that moment, I believed he was my true love, and each fleeting encounter felt like magic. Yet, after we changed schools following 10th grade, my infatuation slowly dimmed. By the time I graduated from 12th grade, I understood that my heart had yearned for something deeper, realizing he was not my true love after all. I was yet to meet my man. At 20, intense love swept into my life when I met a boy during my postgraduate studies. We dated for a year and a half, only to realize we were not meant to be. The heartbreak was profound, letting go seeming nearly impossible. After months of tears and longing, I slowly began to heal and nurture a sense of self-love that had long been neglected And then, three years later, I met him-the one who felt like he was meant for me all along and all i could say- i was enchanted to meet you

Anya Rao and Mayank Singhania were a match made not by the heart, but by the boardroom. Their marriage was meant to be the final, unbreakable bond that would strengthen two of the city's most powerful business empires. Yet, against all expectations, their shared interests blossomed into a deep, genuine love, filling their final days before the wedding with a sense of excitement. But on the morning meant to seal their union forever, the dazzling fairytale shatters. To the shock and utter disgrace of both powerful families, Anya runs away, leaving behind a trail of ruin, a stunned groom, and two fortunes hanging in the balance. To save their reputation from utter collapse, the family elders come up with a drastic, desperate solution: The substitution. Mayank must now marry Mihira Rao, Anya's younger sister. The suggestion is scandalous not just because Mihira is the replacement for her vanished sibling, but because she is also Mayank's brilliant student at the university. Thrown into a crisis that demands the ultimate sacrifice, Mayank faces an impossible choice: Can he betray the love he held for Anya by taking her sister's hand? Will he sacrifice his own heart and professional integrity to save his family's honor? And Mihira? Forced onto the altar in her sister's place, she must confront the man she respects as a mentor, who now looks at her with the heartbroken eyes of a lover. Will Mayank and Mihira submit to the elders' impossible arrangement? Or will they think of a better solution?

Firdaus is about to get married off to a man she has never met. When she finally does wrap her head around the fact that she would have to live with him forever, someone else steps in. Noor. He claims that she is his long lost love reincarnated - but is it true?

Kahani Prem, Sapne aur Samarpan ki Kahani Radha aur uske Shyam ki Kahani us gaav ke talaab ki jaha se ye sab shuru hua Dive inside to know more!!

When Two opposite personalities meet How will their life change ,will they love each other? Will they have happy ending?? Will they be able to understand each other?? To get answers of these questions wait for the book It's coming soon...

Welcome to my first one shot + short stories collection! Inside you will find different couples with their own unique stories. Family, love, passion, betrayal, and complications! This book will have dialogues in mixture of English and roman Urdu. Some stories will be originally from the unposted books! © Zaini 2022

Sheik Turan Islam is sixteen and already a catastrophe in the best possible way. Chaotic. Dramatic. The kind of boy who loves so loudly the whole room hears it - except the one person it's meant for. He hides what matters behind jokes and deflection and that particular brand of recklessness that looks like confidence until you look closer. He has never once stopped trying - to be more, to do more, to become whatever version of himself she deserves. Nihal Parveen is sixteen and made of quiet things. Stillness. Patience. A softness she lets very few people touch. She doesn't ask for much - only that what is promised is kept. Only that what is said is meant. Consistency, to her, isn't a preference. It's survival. One is storm. The other is still water. One reaches first. The other makes you earn it. One loves like it's running out of time. The other loves like it has to last. They were never supposed to make sense together. And yet - from something small in 8th grade, something neither of them could name or explain, they became each other's most constant thing. But even the steadiest things crack. And beneath everything they built - the warmth, the quiet mornings, the inside jokes, the way he always found her in a crowd - something has been buried. Something waiting. Patient. The way the worst things always are.