Marwari قصص

MEERA BAKSHI a sweet innocent girl who believes that everything is coffee and vanilla , is a trained classical singer and dancer owns her dance and music acadamy KABIR MAHESHWARI a cold and grumpy ceo for the world but a loving person for his family , everyone fears him and do not want to cross him cause the consiquences wont be good

Sonam Agarwal, A Simple Indian Girl whose main focus in life has always been her career. But what happens when her parents want her to get married and start the new phase of her life. Will she agree to it???? If she agrees will she be able to juggle her career and married life??

Love doesn't sees age , colour , height health , face , or ur religion It only sees one thing and i.e "purity of ur heart ." Follow swasan in their love journey ... A LOVE STORY OF A BENGALI AND MARWARI Starring -: Varun kapoor as Sanskaar maheshwari - a very handsome bubbly boy .... and our MARWARI MUNDA .... {MUNDA MEANS BOY } Nagesh salwan as Durgaprasad (dp) maheshwari - father of sanskaar .... wants her to marry a girl who is marwari ...... and hates bengali and consider them as untouchable ..... has new shifted to city kolkata . ... Shalini kapoor as Annapoorna (Ap) maheshwari - mother of sanky ... wants him to marry a girl whom sanskaar likes ..... Helly shah as Swara bose - a cute bubbly girl ... And our BENGALI QUEEN .... she is the apple of eye of her father ..... in other words she is princess of her father .... her mother died when she was just 4 .. and from then her father took care of her .... Sachin tyagi as Shekhar bose- father of her princess swara ..... loves her a daughter a lot an can do anything for her .... and he wants to marry her daughter to a boy swara wants .... ................................. #654 in fanfiction rated on 24 october 2016 #953 in fanfiction rated on 2 november 2016 #534 in fanfiction rated on 5 november 2016 #716 in fanfiction rated on 12 november 2016 #401 in fanfiction rated on 15 november 2016 #502 in fanfiction rated on 16 november 2016 #453 in fanfiction rated on 19 november 2016 #Highest ranking #330 in fanfiction rated on 3 december 2016 #536 in fanfiction rated on 14 december 2016

Two people who are poles apart yet very similar , meet on a fated day in the thick of steaming hot tea and a blazing storm on the beach. The result? Guess we have to see and find out. Agastya Garg, a 28 year old literature PhD student Striving to be a writer and a professor is not exactly god's favorite. Navya Agarwal,a 27 year old aspiring scientist and PhD student is struggling to cope with the expectations of life and family.

Destiny played it's game at the best with them. Different as chalk and cheese yet tied in a bond of marriage which they don't know how to figure out. 2 completely different world, individuals collide with each other in this absolute game of business, deals, romance, betrayals and a completely platonic truth they were unaware off. Hook in the "Strings of Romance" to see love blooming and emotional depth blossoming and hidden emotions surfacing between Ishka and Aryamaan.

Siyahi Chauhan, a young girl of 18, meets Akshat Shekhawat in a library. When she arrives to Jaipur for her cousin's wedding, her path collides with Akshat's again, at the majestic and beautiful palace his family owns. As she starts discovering secrets about herself and more at the wedding, it leaves her life further tangled with the Royals. ♤♤♤♤♤

He bought my silence, then demanded my devotion.

People often say marriages are made in heaven. Adhira and Aviraj's certainly looked like one. Their wedding was beautiful, their families were happy, and every ritual was completed under the blessings of elders. To everyone watching, they seemed like the perfect couple - calm, dignified, and meant to be together. But what no one noticed was the silence between them. Adhira felt everything deeply but rarely spoke. Aviraj believed love didn't need words , responsibility was enough. And so, slowly, quietly, misunderstandings began to grow in the spaces where conversations never happened. This is not a story about a perfect marriage. It is the story of two imperfect people who love each other... but must learn one difficult truth- Sometimes relationships don't break because of hatred. Sometimes they break because of silence.

The Sindoor Khela had begun. Women, draped in traditional red-and-white sarees, danced and laughed as they applied vermilion to each other's cheeks and foreheads, blessing each other with long, happy marriages. The air was electric with joy and nostalgia. But on the far side of the crowd, things were far less serene. Vaibhav Bajaj, having just returned from the business meeting, had barely loosened his collar before he was pulled aside by his BROTHERS, Kartik and Utkarsh, both covered in streaks of red powder and sweat. "KARTIK!" Vaibhav shouted, lunging after him. The chase was on. Laughing, the three boys ran through the crowd, dodging aunties, side-stepping plates of sweets, and narrowly missing an idol-bearer. And Vaibhav - in full sprint - collided. Smack. He slammed right into someone turning the corner from the other side. Mihiksha. She had been holding a brass thali, full of sindoor, sweets, and a small diya. The tray wobbled, spun - and tipped forward. In that single, fateful second- Vaibhav's hand instinctively reached out to stop the tray. But instead - his palm struck the center of her forehead. Right above the eyebrows. Right where the sindoor should be. Red powder exploded between them, dusting the air, staining both of their faces - but none more strikingly than Mihiksha Roy, who now stood, stunned, as a perfect streak of sindoor glowed across her maang. It looked like he had married her. Silence fell. All the shouting, music, and laughter seemed to vanish into a vacuum. Vaibhav blinked. His hand still hovered near her forehead. His breath caught in his throat. And Mihiksha- Her eyes were wide, dark pools of disbelief. The moment stretched too long. She slowly touched her forehead. Realization hit her like lightning. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Like dominos, people turned, stared, whispered. One aunty dropped her sweet plate. Another covered her mouth. And then- "HE PUT SINDOOR ON HER!"