Historias de Hindumuslim

A series of stories about me encountering nationalists, attending conferences, witnessing fights in Pujas of remote areas, and more.

That God is one, the soul of the Universe. We can call Him Ishwar, Allah or God but we should not fight against each other in the name of God. He is one, the supreme energy of the Universe.

Ye kahani hai sarah (Muslim girl) and samar (Hindu boy). Dono ek dusre se beinteha mohabbat krte thay...bohot jyada. Unki kahani Heer Ranjha, Laila Majnu, Romeo Juliet aur radha krishan se v bohot alag hai. Unke pyar mein sab kuch hai gussa, ladai, hasna, rona, understanding, dantna, manana, pyar to bohot jyada and everything that I had forgot to mention. They are awesome couple..they are brilliant partners and their story is unique. Inka pyar kav khatam hi nai hota aur na hi kav hoga.They are totally made for each other..you know rab ne Bana Di Jodi types. Ab dekhna ye hai ki kya unlog kav ek ho payenge ya nai waise ek to wo log tav se ho gye thay jb se unhone ek dusre se pyar kiya tha😌. So let's begin with how their love story started...

📖 Jahanvir by Dr. A Sennan In the quiet lanes of Delhi and the stillness of Kashmir, two souls begin to remember a story they never knew they lived. Shahnaz, an archivist drawn to forgotten manuscripts, begins dreaming of corridors that don't exist-marble arches, rose perfume, and a farewell that aches in her ribs. Shaurya, a historian researching Mughal-Rajput alliances, finds himself haunted by a scar he never earned and verses he never remembers writing. In this lifetime, they are strangers. But centuries ago, they were Jahanara and Veer-two lovers caught between empires, bloodlines, and a love too dangerous to survive. As fragments of the past resurface-through poetry, scent, music, and dreams-Shahnaz and Shaurya are pulled into a bond older than time. One that forces them to choose between love and liberation, memory and destiny. Because not all karmic ties exist to be fulfilled. Some arrive only to awaken us. Some return so we can finally let go. And some love stories never end. They just wait to be remembered.

The story of a young Indian girl. She is rich, spoiled and a typical teenager. Her neighbour is her best friend, her guide and her lover. The story takes us through the lives of these star-crossed lovers and their beautiful relationship.

A story about a hindu boy who is madly in love with a muslim girl and the obstacles he crossed . Chapter's will be updated every week 🖤

ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢɢᴇsᴛ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇssᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ɪɴᴅɪᴀ, sʜᴇɪᴋʜ ᴀʏᴇsʜᴀ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴ ʙᴇɴɢᴀʟ, ɪɴᴅɪᴀ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ sʜɪғᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟɪғᴏʀɴɪᴀ, ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴜxᴜʀɪᴏᴜs ʟɪғᴇ. sʜᴇ ɢᴏᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢɢᴇsᴛ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪs ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ɪɴ 𝟷𝟷 ɢʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ɪғ sʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʙᴇsᴛғʀɪᴇɴᴅ? ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ, sᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴊᴘᴜᴛ ɪɴᴅᴜsᴛʀʏ, ᴇsʜᴀᴀɴ ʀᴀᴊᴘᴜᴛ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴ ʀᴀᴊᴀsᴛʜᴀɴ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟsᴏ sʜɪғᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟɪғᴏʀɴɪᴀ, ᴡᴀs ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ғᴜɴ. ɢᴏᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀs ᴀʏᴇsʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪs ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʙᴇsᴛғʀɪᴇɴᴅ. ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏʏ ᴅɪᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʙᴜᴛ sᴛᴜᴅʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ғɪɴᴅs ᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʙᴇsᴛғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇs ʜɪᴍ? ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ! (𝙷𝚒, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔. 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔

BOOK 2 OF 'THE GIRL' SERIES CAN BE READ AS STAND ALONE BUT READING THE FIRST BOOK ALONGSIDE IS RECOMMENDED . #5 in the guy next door - 27 Feb, 2021 #1 in The guy next door - 24 July, 2020 "I'm in love with her and you know that I'm not gonna leave her, not now especially you idiot.", he said to his cousin. "She's a Muslim and she can never be a part of this family. That's final, whether you like it or not.", his cousin replied. "Fine then. I'm not gonna be a part of this house anymore.", he said and just when he was gonna leave his grandad came in and said, "If you leave this house, forget about your inheritance or part in the company." That made him halt in his steps. He had to choose now. ⚕ Cabir needs to uncover his past ,learn about it and accept it . Ayansh needs to be strong and help Cabir find out about the past in order to learn about his own . Will it help for both of them to fall in love? Will love be their strength or weakness? Will love simplify things or complicate them ? Join them in this journey to know. COVER CREDITS - MusicAndMakeup her Instagram -Antarachakravorty.

He is Hindu. She is Muslim. Together they dream of a life stitched with tenderness, only to find themselves tangled in the barbed wire of family honor, tradition, and unspoken fears. In their marriage, temple bells and the call to prayer do not clash-they echo. Yet, every echo stirs resentment in the walls around them. This is not just a love story. It is the story of two families dragged into a storm of loyalty and loss. Of a couple learning that marriage is not just between two hearts, but between two histories. Of how sweet moments and bitter trials can both grow from the same root. Tender, defiant, and painfully human-this book asks a question many are too afraid to voice: Can love truly survive where faith divides?

Lost in the shadows of her own family, Alizeh navigates the complexities of love, identity, and belonging. As the forgotten daughter of a wealthy businessman, she's forced to confront the emptiness of her life and the silence of her loved ones. But when a phone call from her best friend sets her on a path to a trip to corsica, Alizeh's life takes a dramatic turn. A trip to corsica becomes a journey of self-discovery, where she meets Ved, a charming Hindu stranger who challenges her perceptions and awakens feelings she's never known before. As they navigate their whirlwind romance, Alizeh must confront the cultural and religious differences that threaten to tear them apart. Will their love be strong enough to overcome the obstacles in their path, or will the weight of their families' expectations and societal norms tear them apart? ⚡ Tropes ⚡ • Family drama • Interfaith romance • Forbidden love • Emotional intimacy • Young adults fiction • Cultural difference • Self discovery • Strong friendship • Strangers to lovers • Duty vs Love

From childhood loss to present time hardships , will Udbhav overcome the sceptic scar or forever hate a particular religion.

Show: Mehandī Hai Racanevālī. Pallavi's first husband Mandar Deshmukh is in conversion therapy when she and her new husband Raghav Rao discover that Mandar is alive. Mutual attraction blossoms between Raghav's secretary and loyal friend Farhad Nawaz and Mandar, who recovers his memories as he returns to his family. Mandar is disturbed to learn that Raghav tormented Pallavi, and offers to rescue her, hiding his homosexuality. While Mandar wants answers for why he was made to disappear, and Farhad encourages Mandar to come out as gay, Pallavi seeks legal advice to sort out her marital status respectably, and Raghav is trying to atone for his broken promises with the help of his imaginary personality, Luṅgīvālā Raghav, and an intuitive dog named Damayanti. The title is a line from Kālidāsa's poem Meghadūta; the language is Saṃskṛta. At the gate of a lover's home stands "the young Mandar-tree burdened with flowers within hand's reach" (translation of "hasta-prāpya-stabaka-namito bāla-Mandāra-vṛkṣaḥ"), which his wife has lovingly raised as their child. A closeted gay person's lovable qualities are like unplucked flowers that only burden the young tree and bend it down. Cover Credit: @KoeliDalmiya

Haters to Lovers

In the March of 1940, when Muslim League of India declares to demand a separate state for Muslims living in India. Mehar Bano, eldest daughter of a Muslim League supporter in Kanpur, finds herself in catastrophic circumstances when a Hindu boy sends a marriage proposal for her. Her journey starts from 1940 to 1947, suffering everything that cut India into half, somehow managing to collect moments of love, compassion, and enlightening hope.

He's silence. She's chaos. Abhay Singh Ranawat - a man with a cold demeanour, silent, disciplined, and dangerously workaholic. Dua - pure as her name, innocent and full of life. She believes in spreading smiles, even when her own heart aches. Clumsy, carefree, and an orphan trying to find her place in the world. What happens when their worlds collide - when calm meets storm, when silence meets laughter, and when hearts are forced to beat together under the same roof? One is Hindu. The other, Muslim. One believes in logic. The other, in love. A story of Abhay and Dua - where destiny binds two souls from different worlds in a forced marriage neither of them asked for... but maybe, just maybe, needed.

Her heart yearned for freedom , but the man she loved was himself a prison . In a land of ancient traditions, their love was a rebellion! . . "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠" said he . "The price of love is high but the price of betrayal is even higher ,minaz" she replied. . . 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥 × 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

Devika Rajput... A fearless Cop from Delhi Police is behind a Drug Mafia.... Junaid Imam.... Unfold the Story of a Lady Cop How her Life turns out to be after Junaid traps her in his Love Web

Before known as Raqs-e-ishq "Some love stories begin with silence... and end where time itself forgets to follow." In an old haveli outside the city, two souls sit beneath a dying sky eyes tired, hearts full. They are not afraid. They are not lost. They are only remembering... This is not a story of loud confessions or grand promises. This is a story of glances stolen in narrow lanes, poems passed through pages, hands almost touching and a love that bloomed in shadows. They were never meant to speak, but their hearts knew. They were never meant to stay, but their souls refused to leave. And now, years later, as the world forgets them they remember everything. Unwritten in love is a tale of timeless connection, aching silence, soft rebellion, and love so still... it can echo through ruins. Not every story needs an audience. Some are written only in eyes, in prayers, and in the pauses where names no longer matter. ---

"You know what? Whenever I see you, this nuptial chain and this vermillion always remind me of the huge mistake I made. They constantly remind me that your father killed my uncle. They remind me that your father tried to kill my five-year-old nephew," he said, grabbing her nuptial chain and breaking it. The next second, a slap landed on his face. "Mr. Ibrahim Zayan Qureshi, stay in your limits! I know you married me just for revenge, but that doesn't mean I don't respect this marriage. For me, it's a pure bond," she said, tears slipping from her eyes as she bent down and started collecting the black and gold beads from the floor. Aavya Bansal, a broken soul-her father never respected her, and her mother always did her best to protect her daughter from her cruel husband. Ibrahim Zayan Qureshi was nothing but a man hungry for power. He wanted everything under his control. His male ego was so high that he couldn't even tolerate dissent from his own family.