Desistories Stories

Kavya Nair left Siolim five years ago and never looked back. She told herself it was ambition. She told herself small towns were for people without bigger plans. She did not plan on Ishaan Mathur remembering every word. A wedding. A hometown. An old rivalry that never quite cooled. And the slow, inconvenient realization that the place you ran from might be the only one that ever really knew you. Updated every week.

What will happen if brown falls in love with pink?🤎🩷 "I'm coming for you, idiot", she messaged back. Her anger, evident even in the text. "Not the only time you say this, princess", I messaged her back. Shit, she's gonna fuck my smugness. But I can't help it, can't help the fact.

He is Fire,She is Ice. He is excellence,She is Honesty. a Tale of 90s.. Raghav Rajawat: Crown Prince Of Pali, handsome, dashing and powerful.. Siya Singhana: Solicitor General of India, heavenly beauty..Angel personified.. Daughter of PM of India. Beautiful Love Story between two, obstacles came,they destroyed it.. they became one forever.. forever?

A romance as vibrant as a festival of colors. ​A Senegalese boy. An Indian princess. A bond that defies every border. ​Blindia is a romance at the crossroads of two continents, a love born in the secret of glowing screens, a promise sealed between sacred traditions, royal surprises, and racing hearts. From the streets of Senegal to the palaces of Rajasthan, follow a thrilling adventure where everything that seemed impossible finally becomes reality. ​🌺 Welcome to Blindia

Prataap Singh Choudhary A determined freedom fighter with a single goal-to see India free and its flag soaring high. But when his parents arrange his marriage to a stranger, his path takes an unexpected turn. Caught in an unwanted union, Prataap is haunted by the fear that he might ruin the life of a woman he never chose. He worries he won't be able to offer her the happiness, the time, or the care she deserves as his wife. Aadrika Choudhary An orphan raised by her uncle and aunt, Aadrika has been taught to believe that her worth lies in sacrifice and obedience. Her life has been shaped by the notion that she must submit, remain silent, even endure mistreatment. She lives in constant fear of failing to fulfill the duties expected of her as a wife. She feels inadequate, unworthy of love or happiness. Yet, the moment she steps into Prataap's life, everything changes, and the fears that once bound her begin to unravel. "𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗔𝗮𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗷𝗶 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘆"

Story of a love that once burned like a raging fire, only to be left scattered in ashes now. Meet Saira and Inaya. Two women who once loved as if it were the end of the world, only to be left with aching memories and haunted whispers of what once was. One who says whatever she wants to, the other says nothing at all. One shouts and screams, laughs too loud, and the other, she bottles up all her pain, rage, and sorrows. One is a rebel in human form, breaks all the rules, regulations forced onto her, and the other is the walking picture of grace wrapped in venom, holding power like it always belonged to her. One is chaos in still water, and the other, calm in raging thunderstorms. Both broken, aching and haunted by the whispers of the past. Now when they collide again, will the wounds heal? Or will everything end up in ruins again? ✷ Woman x woman ✷ ✷ Desi wlw ✷ ✷Hurt-comfort ✷ ✷ Slower updates ✷

ABHIJEET MAHAJAN is an enthusiastic person, who loves nothing but only his family, work and money. His life takes an unexpected turn when he meets a girl from a middle class family with a miserable life and terrible past. ISHA DESHMUKH is a kind hearted girl, who just wishes well for her family but has a past trauma which haunts her every single day. Her life changes when she meets the CEO of Mahajan groups.

"Mihika, I never knew someone would fight for my dreams more than I would myself," I whispered into the crook of her neck, my hand gently caressing her back to calm her trembling down, while the other hand softly tangled in her hair, easing her stress. "And I never knew someone could love me the way you do, Eshanth," she whispered faintly, pulling away from the embrace. My hands moved to her cheeks, wiping away the precious plears that streamed from her almond-shaped eyes. "Please, Mihika, stop them. You know I can't bear to see you cry," I said, shaking my head slightly in a silent plea. "I will, but only when you stop your tears too," she replied, and it was then I realized my own eyes were glistening. Yet, I couldn't let her see. I couldn't let her witness my vulnerability. She placed her slender fingers on my cheeks and whispered, "You'll be safe, won't you, Eshanth? You'll keep my Eshanth safe and loved, won't you?" How could I deny her innocent request when I knew she would be lost without me. "I will, but I need a promise, Mihi. You must love my Mihi even more than you've ever loved before," I told her. She gazed into my eyes, silently, just as she did on that precious day. Then, I felt her arms wrap around my neck as she stood on her toes. I lifted her onto my legs to make her more comfortable, wrapping my arms around her. Her head moved slightly, a silent response to my question as yes. ________________________________________ This is not just a love story; it's an embodiment of love in its most flawless form. Fictional, yet deeply real, it weaves the kind of emotions that make it more than just a tale-one that resonates with you on a personal level. ----------------------------------------------------------------

The boy she ever loved and confessed to; went on to date her cousin, who was his friend. He thought it was a dumb teenage infatuation, he 'pretended' to date her cousin. He freaked out as she was only 17, he was 20. But they cross paths again 7 years later. She is 24, he is 27. But noe she hates him and he feels something softer. Ridhima Kapoor(24 years old):🌙 I made my rules- Never take him take him name. Never look into his eyes. Never be his. (I am just an ugly toy as my parents say). Byom Mehta(27 years old):🌙 I made my rule- Never take her in my arms. Never fall for her. Never be hers. (She is the most precious doll i ever gazed upon) But life always takes its turns and bends the tender rules.. ..............................................................................................................................................................................

Hoorain- A soul so gentle, so pure, almost too delicate for the harshness of this world. She lived a quiet, untroubled life, wrapped in the warmth of her family's love, untouched by cruelty, untainted by the world's shadows. But fate is rarely kind to those who glow with such softness. It took only one glance.One silent moment was enough for her to become the prey of a dangerous obsession. He wasn't a lover. He wasn't a man haunted by pain or softened by regret. He was a predator-cold, calculating, and stripped of all mercy. There was no beauty in his desire. It wasn't love. It wasn't longing. It was hunger, raw and violent, cloaked in nothing but control. From that day forward, her life began to twist into something unrecognizable.The days that once held laughter began to grow heavy.The silence around her deepened. And without warning, the path she walked so innocently turned into a nightmare she never asked for, never imagined. An obsession not born of love, but of possession. Not filled with tenderness, but with a ruthless hunger veiled as desire. Darkness that would not just test her strength,but her very will to survive.

˙⋆✮𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝑳𝒂𝒈𝒂, 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑨𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝑱𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝑫𝒊𝒍 𝑷𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒉 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒊 𝑴𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒂 𝑨𝒂 𝑮𝒂𝒚𝒂˙⋆✮ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐀 "Mohabbat mein hamse koi jeet na saka, aur nafrat mein hame harana mumkin nahi" 𝕏 𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 "Nafrat ke safar mein kadam kab mohabbat ki janib chal pade, pata hi na chala" ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒊𝒏⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ׂ╰┈➤She was never his destiny. He never believed in a destiny where she wasn't his. Both of them were built on control. But love is uncontrollable ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ 𝙅𝙖𝙗 𝙈𝙤𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙫𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙏𝙤𝙝 𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙢𝙪𝙦𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞 ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ ✮⋆˙𝕬𝖓𝖏𝖆𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖟✮⋆˙

"Under the Devil's Wings" When an innocent soul crosses paths with a ruthless heart, the lines between love and power blur. Raghuveer Rathore, a man shaped by darkness, lives by his own rules-unforgiving and untouchable. But when fate binds him to Saanvi, the mute daughter of his father late best friend, the quiet girl with a silent strength stirs something unexpected in him. She is the last person he ever expected to challenge his world, but beneath her innocence lies a fire he cannot ignore. In a life where cruelty rules and emotions are buried deep, what happens when the devil's heart begins to stir? Will the wings of love be enough to tame the beast within?

He didn't just want her heart. He wanted her secrets. ​She is the girl who has everything-and the woman who feels nothing. He is the man who takes everything-and the storm she never saw coming. ​Anaya Mishra thinks she's safe behind her fame. She doesn't realize that Atharva Singh Rathore has been orchestrating her world from the shadows. He knows the "Sunshine" is a lie. He knows about the "Shadows." And now, he's coming to claim both. ​The Game: Power. The Stake: Survival. The Price:Total Surrender ​#romance #darkromance #possessive #mature #spicy #smut #obsessive #alphamale #indianromance #desistories #sexualtension #steamy #forbidden #mystery #billionaire #slowburn #tension #jealousy #morallygrey #heartbreak

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When Krish, a successful city-based man, returns to his village for his father Nepoleon's final moments, he's struck by the contrast between the silent, grieving home and his son outside playing video games. As memories flood in, we journey through three generations: Krish's father Nepoleon, who worked as a cycle mechanic and never made it past the second standard, carried the weight of dreams his father Kaali never had the chance to fulfill. Krish, raised with nothing but given everything, unknowingly breaks the very chain his father struggled to escape. From shoulders to cycles, from soil to screens-this is a story of sacrifices unsaid, dreams handed down silently, and the bridge between tradition and modern life. A reminder that progress doesn't begin with us-it's inherited.

India isn't just one story. It's a thousand voices echoing through alleys, temples, train stations, tea stalls, and dreams. From the whispered secrets of an old haveli to the last confession of a chaiwala, from a monsoon love in Mumbai to a ghost story in a forgotten village-Ink & Agarbatti brings together tales that are sweet, strange, sharp, and soaked in the scent of home. Step into a kaleidoscope of lives. Some will make you smile. Some might sting. All will stay. Updates: Weekly Standalone Stories