Farrhanabhatt Stories

The house fades behind them... The applause has dimmed... But 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶. 💫 Farhana & Amaal step into a world that 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝔂... ⏳ 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵. 🌙 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀. Every stolen glance, every whispered word... feels 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽. 💌 Some love 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽𝓵𝔂... 🎶 Some love 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮... 💖 And in stolen moments, in touches 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮... they start to wonder... Could this be 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹? Could this be... 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮? 🎵 Obstacles rise. Fate twists their paths... But their hearts 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓷𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻... 🎶💫 𝓓𝓱𝓾𝓷-𝓮-𝓘𝓼𝓱𝓺 - a story of 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽, 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰, and love that 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓲𝓽. 💖📸

Book 2 of When the script fails The cameras are gone. The applause has faded. But their story is only beginning. Farrhana Bhatt and Baseer Ali don't announce their love - they protect it. Kept away from headlines and hashtags, their relationship lives in stolen moments, quiet strength, and the choice to stand together when the industry watches too closely. Fame brings admiration... and enemies. Old manipulations resurface, new threats take shape, and the spotlight becomes a place where love is tested, not celebrated. But Farrhana no longer runs. And Baseer never lets go. This is a story about private love in a public world. About choosing each other without explanation. About a relationship strong enough to survive - even when the world is waiting for it to break. Because some love stories are meant to be felt, not seen.

Ten people. One house. A hundred days. Real emotions. Real manipulation. Real consequences. With cameras everywhere, the truth comes out eventually. Because this house isn't just a home- it's a reality show. Not everyone will be remembered. Farhana will. From Kashmir, with too many assumptions attached to her name, she steps into the house knowing this isn't just about winning. It's about rewriting the story. This story is a work of fiction inspired by a reality show setting.

For all Bigg Boss lovers, presenting the ship of our Farrhana × Malti!

📘 BOOK DESCRIPTION Bigg Boss 19 brings together 19 contestants , but all eyes quickly turn to two of them Basser Ali and Farrhana Bhatt (Bahana). They enter the house as enemies, always clashing, always arguing. But as the days pass and they're forced to live under one roof, the tension between them starts to change. Hate turns sharper... emotions get complicated... and something unexpected begins to grow. In a house full of drama, tasks, friendships, and betrayals, their story becomes the one everyone watches. This is a fanfic a fictional twist to Bigg Boss 19. Nothing here relates to real life.

Two artists. One camera. Endless words between them. Baseer Ali is a blunt, uncompromising filmmaker. Farrhana Bhatt is a guarded Urdu poet whose words cut deeper than any lens. Sent to capture the soul of Kashmir, their clashes spark more than just creative tension. Between misty valleys, snow-kissed peaks, and quiet nights, they'll discover that some stories-like some loves-are written in whispers, not fireworks.

Baseer always thought that his oscillating relationships were a part of life. Well, atleast until he realised that he is irrevocably in love with a woman who squashes his heart under her heels repeatedly.

From enemies to lovers to enemies to again lovers... and the cycle continues. Are they meant to be???

He smirked when I glared. "Relax, Farhana. I'm only flirting with you so you don't cause me more trouble." My jaw dropped. "Excuse me?" Baseer leaned closer, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Think of it as a deal. I distract you, you stop plotting against me. Simple." It was supposed to be a game. Just banter. Just fake smiles. Just fake friendship. Until it wasn't. Because somewhere between the teasing, the fake promises, and the late-night confessions, my heart stopped knowing the difference. And his eyes told me-neither did he. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Baseer Ali × Farhana Bhat A flirt turned real. A rivalry turned fragile friendship. A friendship turned love. He only wanted peace. She only wanted to win. But love? Love had its own plans. What started as pretend became the one thing neither of us could walk away from. And maybe, just maybe... Accidents are the most beautiful beginnings. © All Rights Reserved