Historias de Dhoka

Everything is happened for good Reason

this is a ff of girl and boy . a cute girl love her husband but the boy didn't lover her .

Jajabata nu biyaan karn da ek tarika

Rahini X Rudradev ......

short story about finding new love.

this is a short story based on the tittle to know what it is please read the story further I hope u guys will like it..

Hello guys... i am Masuma. I'm back with a story.Hope you enjoy this story ... I've been writing this story for a long time .. Finally I posted it ..This story is so long .. It has quarrelsome romance, sad things .. Please read the parts of it... I love writing my story so I brought for you a great story..how do I get started?Naina's roll and Sameer's roll in this story is very funny 😂😂

Ye Kahani ek aisi ladki ki hai jise maa baap ne bahut armano se videsh mein biyaha tha per....Aage jaanne ke liye story pade

"I Need Him, But I Need Me More" A story of heartbreak, healing, and becoming your own home. He was the kind of love that made her believe in forever- and the kind of heartbreak that taught her how to save herself. When Aira's world crumbles after discovering her boyfriend Rehaan's betrayal, she's left staring at the ruins of a love she once thought was real. Late-night texts, half-kept promises, and the echo of "take care" become the ashes she must rise from. But this isn't just a story of pain- it's a soft rebellion. Of finding power in stillness, strength in tears, and a glow-up written in fire and self-respect. She needed him once. But now? She needs something deeper. She needs herself. 💔 Betrayal. 🌿 Healing. 🔥 Glow-up. 💫 A second love... or maybe just a first love-with herself.

"Uljan-e-Ishq" Aamne-saamne do ghar aur bachpan ki takrar. Sayyed Sahab-sakht mizaaj aur usool-pasand, jinhe samne wale ghar ki ziddi Annie hamesha unke naam se pukaar kar uksati hai. Inki nok-jhok ke peeche purani misunderstandings aur uljhe hue family issues hain. Lekin jab Mr. Malik ki 'hard entry' hoti hai, toh sab badal jata hai. Malik ka aana Annie aur Sayyed ke beech trust issues ka aisa zeher gholta hai ki rishte tootne ki kagaar par aa jate hain.

love story of them in a different manner 😊

'Marry me' she said 'No' he replied without any hesitation 'This is all your fault' she yelled 'You never stopped and let me do it' after hearing this she couldn't hold it back *thwack* A slap mad it's way to his cheek and tears were flowing out of her eyes constantly The whole Malik mansion could here it 'F*ck off mad never comeback' Larayb Malik 17 The heiress to the nuggets company you can imagine Two older brother yet she didn't felt protective Her life was very hectic but tragedies kept happening Was it her fault that she was pregnant with out marriage or was it his Nayel Singh 19 Addicted to Larayb The only son but hated his father He Thought it was someone else's child Was it her fault or his He did a mistake once was he going to repeat it?

we all are heartbroken at some point of time because of others. it's all because we fail to realise other person what trouble he/ she has caused us. so here's a short poem about a girl who trusted a guy and in return got pain. I hope you'll enjoy it...

Tum mujhse kitna pyaar karte ho? Tum khayal bankar ayi thi aur Ab Dil bankar dhadakti ho.... Tum meri mohabbat mein kis hadh tak jaa sakti ho?? Saari hadhe paar kar sakti hun.... Tumhe meri khaatir kisi aur ka hona hoga MERE ISHQ NE JO KIMAT MAANGI HAR DEHLIZ LANGHI......

Room 572 (Early morning 6am) The room was filled with moans and groaned of a man and a lady which was pushing pulling pumping and jumping on each other.. The bed was shaking due to their aggressive stunts.. They were lost in their own world to gives the same pleasure to each other.. They don't even care what they were committing a SIN.. The only they cares was their desire which was developing in them and arguing to have IT.. The man which was none other than Arnav Singh Raizada was wildly kissing his bedmate Lavanya Kashyap.. He bite every corner of her lips and make her hissed in pain.. The rooms was only accompany by the deem lights and the pleasure voice of theirs.. After two hours.. Both of them was resting on the bed while Lavanya's body was covered with a white bed sheets.. She was sleeping on his chest who was still inhaling some airs to cool his exhausted acts.. Lavanya slowly open her eyes only to find him awake.. She rubbed her fingers on his juicy lips.. Lavanya: "ASR.." he looked at her and smiled.. Arnav: "You look tired..??" Lavanya: "Of course I will.. We was trying for several times.." He winked at her.. She touched his bare chest and slowly seducing him.. He was effected due to the touch and was about to react but the sound of his mobile echoed in the whole room.. He move Lavanya aside and a broad smile appear on his face seeing the caller ID.. He hurriedly answer it with a joy of excitement.. Arnav: "Hey.. Jaan.. Missing me..?" The person on the other side already turn red due to the words.. "You are blushing KHUSHI.. I can see you.." Khushi: "Now stop flirting with me.. You remember right what day is today..? I don't want you to be late.." He nodded in agreement.. Arnav: "Of course I remember it's our marriage today.." She smiled broadly.. Khushi: "Then come fast.. I will be waiting.." Arnav: "I will never make you wait for me.. I will be there on time.. Love you Khushi.."

بےشک یہ ہماری خوش قسمتی ہے کہ ہم مسلمان ہیں اور قرآن پاک ہمارا رہنما ہے ۔ اللہ پاک پر کامل یقین ہی ہماری فتح ہے۔

Hey guys I am Masuma. Yaha kahi Saree kirdaar hai.. Kuch aache hai to kuch bure.. Prr maza tab aayegi jab aaplog meri story padhenge 😇

Dil todkar vo bewafai ka saboot de gyi..... Khud toh gyi hi jate jate hume bhi gham de gyi..... Are jaha usko Jana hai khushi se jaye..... Jiske paas Jana hai usko khushi se jaye..... Magar hum kabhi nahi chahte the ki vo humse dur Jaye.... 💔💔

Sangeetha Gudardhar is not an experienced author. But the story which you are going to read will make you think about your partner. Your life doesn't always support you. Sometimes you have to let go of it. Find out what happened to her in her term.