Hindu truyện

" You are fucking mine , mine to care , mine to ruin, mine to fuck , the day I layed my eyes on you , I knew you were made for me. " he whispered huskily and she felt goosebumps all over her body. " I am not yours get that in your head " she shouted back. She was scared but didn't let that show on her face yet he knows everything. Her fate played a big game, she was forcefully married to an unknown stranger who is her enemy and claims to own her. She was standing face to face with her death, he could kill her anytime he wants. Her heart was beating rapidly as she made direct eye contact with him . But her breath hitched and her body froze on its spot when he again whispered against her ear. " Undress " but she was too stubborn to obey him And he was too determined to make her obey him. ****** Viransha Singh sisodiya the princess of a small kingdom Jodhpur , her beauty could make anyone fall on their knees, every king wanted her to marry their son. she was kind and innocent but something happened with her which gave her a lifetime trauma. A dark secret which she buried deep inside her. Rakshat Rao Rajpurohit, the king of a big empire ' Ashoka ' his main palace is in Maharashtra. A walking red flag with a face of green flag which can make anyone fall for him .Opposite to what other kings and princes were , he was cold, dangerous and merciless. A dark past hidden behind his cold eyes which was reason for him to be merciless. But what if jodhpur and Maharashtra are two enemy kingdoms who despise each other to an extent that they are ready to do anything for revenge. What will happen when fate ties them together in a sacred relationship, will their feelings for eachother will change ? Or their hunger for revenge will lead them to destruction. What will happen when her dark secrets are exposed will he accept her or will leave her ??. A story full of rolar coaster ride of twist and turns.

Dilan Malik was the epitome of beauty and innocence. Pure, untainted, radiant-a fragile bloom in a world that often demanded thorns. Rudra Sagar Rathore was the opposite: cunning, ruthless, a snake slithering through the corridors of power. Betrayal was his signature, and manipulation his art. And now, he had set his eyes on her-not her, but the empire her name carried. The elections. The money. The power. That was his goal. Her body, her soul, her trust-they were just tools in his hands. She didn't know the kind of storm that was coming. She only wanted one thing: someone to erase the weight she had been carrying alone, someone to lift her from the ruins of a family collapsing like an old, fragile vase. ..... Notification came The one that shattered her world. A video of her surrendering herself willingly. Of her body, her trust, her innocence... all exploited, all public, all viral. She loves him beyond anything and here he make a show of her trust and love... His face? Hidden. Blurred. An enigma wrapped in shadows. But hers? Her body became the world's possession. .. "I hate myself for loving him," she whispered through tears, clutching her belly where the seed of his betrayal is breathing with her Abira's hands were on her, bloodshot eyes reflecting horror, helplessness, rage. Her baby sister... reduced to a headline. .. Falling for her was never on his list. But here he was-mad, possessive, captivated, loving her like a storm loves the shore. .... He hated her faith. He hated the mere existence of Muslims. She... saw humanity in everyone, lived it for the sake of Allah, even as the world crumbled around her. And now, their fates were entwined-her innocence, his obsession, a viral scandal that could destroy everything. Somewhere between power and betrayal, love and hate, the world waited. And it was ready to watch it all burn. ---

अन्तः अस्ति प्रारंभः। The end is the beginning. A caterpillar dies, to birth a butterfly. Water evaporates to rain down. Dead carcasses fill the stomachs of vultures.Life gives way to death and death to life. In a vicious circle of different karmas and janmas, a soul leaves a decaying body to move onto something better and livelier. But what if certain karmas are found hanging on the thin string between salvation and damnation? This is exactly where Mihira Ramnath Subhedar finds herself. The last of the many Kaliyugis, she was holding on to the narrowest beam that would lead her towards eternal the light, or so she thought. Poets were liars, she discovered when the end neared. There was nothing peaceful about death, no rest and no respite; just an ounce of faith which made her believe that she would finally find a place at the Lord's feet. But the ever merciful Leeladhari had discrete intents for such a soul that had just witnessed the end of the heinous yuga. "No, ain't Vaikuntha but Dvāpara. Good luck completing the unfinished business!" Walk along the aisle with Mihira while she embarks on the greatest pilgrimage of her rekindled life, witnesses the red of the Swastika being washed over by the red of vengeful blood and being swept off her feet by a man she'd never heard of.

Savitri is a goddess originally from India. She is neither a prisoner nor an exile; she is summoned by Ritsuka Fujimaru (Female) as a Ruler-class Servant. A warrior from Hindu mythology, she is known to few Hindu gods for saving her people from an apocalypse in ancient times, but most have forgotten her great courage and efforts. Her father is Surya, and she is his eldest daughter. She knows she has a younger half-brother (Karna). Her arrival may not be very significant, as her legend has been forgotten over time, overshadowed by other human legends in Hindu mythology.

They were three before they were anything else. Noor. Samir. Zain. College made them inseparable. Shared lectures, shared secrets, shared dreams of a future that always included the three of them. Somewhere along the way, friendship shifted. Samir didn't just stand beside Noor anymore - he chose her. Loudly. Fearlessly. He loved her in ways that were impossible to hide. And Zain? Zain loved her too. But quietly. He buried it beneath loyalty. Beneath smiles. Beneath the promise that their friendship would always come first. Then one day, Samir left. No explanations that Noor could hear. No answers she could hold on to. Just a wedding that never happened and a love that felt like betrayal. Time moved on. Zain stayed. He was there through the whispers. Through the humiliation. Through the nights Noor pretended she was fine. And now the question stands- Who does she choose? The man who disappeared when she needed him the most? Or the man who never left her side while she was breaking? But maybe the real question is- Who actually betrayed her?

His sitara the forbidden desire

पहले अजनबी थे,फिर दोस्ती का सफर हुआ, छोटी-छोटी बातों में अपनापन सा मेहसूस हुआ तू मुस्लमान,मैं हिन्दू,फिर भी दिल तेरा दीवाना हुआ, एक दिन यूँ ही...'तेरा दीदार हुआ'-🥀 . . . 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠~❁ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧?𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞?𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞!? ↧ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕!𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲,𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 x𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 would 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬! ... "𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖,𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆❣"-He said hugging her closely,soothing her. ... --- ☆I will not be uploading the chapters so soon☆ . . Based on authorrrr jiiiii ki delulu lifeee😭😭🙏

Amidst the familiar rhythm of school bells and whispers secret two people meet and fall in love.One pair the hearts entwined societal and religious boundaries of custom , casts a long shadow over their blossoming romance , fleeting moments they steal together, deemed forbidden by the very fabric of their world.The other couple faces a different kind of struggle as silent dance of desires. They are best friends a perfect pair yet they are trapped by the fear of ruining the beautiful friendship they have . will they dare to confess their feelings or will they forever remain in the limbo of what-ifs . In the delicate ecosystem of high school where every glance and gesture carries weight will there last stories survive the trial of what ifs?

A child bride taken away from her parents ....sold by them . She learns to navigate marriage to her teen husband. An Indian odessy , family love versus loving ones wife. Will he learn to love her like himself?

This story explores feminity to its core, we explore the lives of Sara, the main protagonist who looks as sweet as pie, but in reality is a cold blooded killer at the ripe age at 8. Her best friend Hassin, shes the same age, shes a good Muslim who follows Allah with all her heart, but her good religious following masks and puts a suit on her devilish actions. The pair explore Ireland, together, they face individuals who make their eyes go red.

He bruises her heart....breaks his promise....leaves her alone with a bruised Heart.

THE DESTINED FATE ~ A story of immense and eternal love... "A prayer offered with a true heart can even change the lines of fate."

A naagin comes to the human world seeking revenge... But destiny has other plans. In the chaos of hatred, she finds something unexpected - love. 💫 Description under work... stay tuned! 💕 ⚠️Content Note: This story contains LGBTQ+ (Girl x Girl / Sapphic Romance). If you believe love is love, welcome

A Wattpad girlie. Raw thoughts. Conflicting. Illusions.

Pakistan's most lethal assassination group in the underworld-Seven Shadows-until someone's blood tore them apart. Now, as empires fall and secrets resurface, the shadows must reunite, even if it means destroying themselves with past and love, it isn't just power at stake. It's life, It's revenge, It's a woman who once cried alone in a park and a man who offered her tea. Nothing is what it seems, not even the villain. Rianth Raikar-Shadow Sovereign & his villainess. Lavi Ashryn-Shadow Hunter & his secret lover. Varz Zarqawi-Shadow blade & his poison. Nox Caidros-Shadow Reaver & his mafia princess. Zayd Rahzaar-Shadow Scythe & his little rival. Veyan Vyas-Shadow blaze & his assassin. Kenan Sarraaf-Shadow Viper & his ex girlfriend, now a politician's wife. Thirteen POVs. Six couples. Seven love stories. Welcome to your personal hell-The world of Seven Shadows & The Mastermind who is thirsty for their blood, and that mastermind surely has puppets to lure the men in love and lust. [The book explores dark romantic thriller, mystery, action and crime. Check tropes below.]

She's fond of him. He finds her alluring. They see each other practically every day, stealing glances when no one is watching, but neither of them dared to approach until she plucked up the courage to direct message him on Instagram one day.

Anjali Chopra and Divya Malhotra have been friends since 10th grade which happens to be the same year Divya's brother, Arnav, left to California to become a doctor. Anjali, aka Anju, has never met the man only knowing him as the guy in the photos that hang on the wall of the Malhotra household When Divya's elder sister, Simran, gets engaged Arnav finds a reason to come back to his hometown in Parsippany NJ after 6 years of being away. Read how a summer Indian wedding brings together two people who never knew they needed each other. DISCLAIMER: this is my first book, I am always open for suggestions. Enjoy reading :))

"Run teacup until u sit down, I will catch u" He said with devilish smirk. She was still running to save her life, "ya allah humari mdt krein" She prayed while running. Her heart was pounding loudly she was finding any place to hide from him but he was everywhere even if he was standing on a particular place. She was praying for her life and now her legs started getting weak as she was running for long hours. She found a hotel where many ppl we're entering she decided to go to there without even thinking that what a hotel doing in the dense forest. She ran towards the hotel heart still pounding praying to allah again and again..............

Sacred sacrifices and Dua of Yasmeen for her daughter carves her into a robust yet kind lady. She believed in love enormously because universe and Allah affirms the freedom and selflessness of love, though for a moment, may not be for lifelong but it does. Here's a journey of her pious love and infinite struggles.

story about two individuals who were meant to be eachother's healer , love and peace. she never thought that they him and her would be together in a sacred bond like marriage for forever . know how she got out of the trauma how he made her feel how they went from being just family acquaintances to lovers . troupes :- HinduxMuslim he fell first and harder then ever shyxshameless no cheating friendship family age gap content warning ⚠️ mention of mental trauma SA mature theme mature language. finally... I hope that you give this book a try if you love reading romance like its real and it can actually happen when you do find someone who doesn't just love you but also accepts your scars and trauma. so let's dive into the story of two individuals rumiasa and raghuveer..