Desilife Stories

A story Of BTS'S imaginary desi Life by @-Qandeel-

I thought a new year would begin with resolutions, clarity, and motivation. Instead, it began with oversleeping, family chaos, zero balance in my bank account, and a lot of unanswered questions. This story is a collection of diary-style chapters-ordinary days filled with extraordinary thoughts. From family drama and financial stress to laughter over card games, emotional overthinking, and quiet self-realizations, these pages capture a year as it truly unfolds. No perfect routines. No dramatic glow-ups. Just one person trying to survive 365 days while slowly figuring herself out. If you've ever felt like life is happening to you instead of for you-this year is for you.

Description: Somia is 16 years old girl and she just started keeping a diary She writes about stuff like her annoying brother Ahsan, her strict dad Abdul Kareem, her dadi ama, her maid mai Sughra and Sughra's children, her cook cha cha Fazloo , her chowkidaar cha cha Raheem, the family driver cha cha Afzal, her School life and her daily rants, her thoughts, dreams and fears. Hope you guys enjoy it:)

"Can I ask you something?" Rahul looks serious. "Okay?" I shrug. He places my hands in his. "Will you do me a favour?" He asks scrunching up his face. "What sort of favour?" I inquire... ******************** Rahul Khanna is the son of a millionaire. Loud, outgoing and a highflyer he has his life mapped out-and getting as far away from his parents as possible is part of that plan. Leyla Sharma is an orphan living on her uncles money just trying to survive as an invisible. When the two worlds collide will things go to plan or take an unsuspected twist?

This is not a perfect story. These are moments from my life, small memories, quiet thoughts, and things I noticed while moving through the world. Tales of Ram is about people, strangers, love, loneliness, responsibility, and the emotions we rarely talk about. Some stories are personal, some are observations, and some are left unfinished, just like life. If you've ever felt unseen, tired, or lost in thought while sitting on a bus, a train, or in silence, this book might feel familiar. Read slowly. Stay if you want. See you at the end.

Love,a magnamous four lettered word that can provoke joy, happiness yet it has the the power to incite destruction and chaos. Why is it always linked with pain? Her heart barricaded by walls of self belief, decorated with tangled thread of Faith and integrity , she craves love that has infinte depths after bumping into a heartbreak that leaves her helter skelter. Craving and wanting is another part of life that only the lucky get what they really want. Him. He wears his heart on his sleeve, lightens up other people's worlds but to his misfortune his world is full of darkness that would only be illuminated by her presence in his life. But they are contrast to one another. Will they have an intertwined fate together? Be with me to discover the fate of these two caged hearts. Gorgeous cover by Twinkle_Teardrops

"You you are stupid" I screamed "Now now my shortcake no damaging your vocal cords! What would your parents say to me then?" He replied calmly Twinkling eyes, cool demeanour and constant smile. Let's not forget drool worthy voice. What's a girl got to do? Fall in love ? Of course not! "I am going to kill you" I screamed again "Go ahead!" ******* Follow Inayath sheikh on her journey of growing up, getting rid of her inner demons and finding her purpose in life doing everything while trying not to fall in love with the annoying creature! Crushing and loving is a part of growing up, but does crushes last forever? Are they more than infatuation? Read the story to know!! *welcomes you to humorous romantic journey of Inayath*

Are you DESI? Same here, we are too😁 Do you know why they call us desi? Do you want to know?? why??? Here, we represent you the "Desi Problems and all the chaos of being a desi" (Before you start reading the stories, let us remind you that we don't hold any hate against any race, culture and ethnicity. And being desi is not something to be ashamed off. Even though there's too much to handle but still we love who we are... because no one is like us😉 ).

She's not a rebel. Not the topper. Not the golden child. Just a normal Indian girl with a loud family, a stubborn ego, and a growing collection of emotional wounds she doesn't talk about.