Nischay Stories

Disclaimer it's just a fanfiction so don't take it seriously nischay aka triggered insaan x ajey aka carryminati y/n 100views- 26/5/2023 200views- 1/6/23 300views- 10/7/23 400views- 23/7/23

Its a story about a cheerful youtuber and silent IIT first year student Lets see what happened in their lives

Tere sang Mai lu Sath fere varloo bahoon mere kehdona sathi Tum mere!

This is a horror oneshot :) My first attempt in horror,so if you found it interesting or want me to write more such stories do tell me in the comments! -Rashika 🦋

so this is not a story bas me shayri likhti hu to socha aha par post kar du agar ap logo ko pasand aye to muje boln ame or post karugi nai to cancel ☺️ Muje comments me batana ki or post karu ya nai Thank you ❤️

(Hi 👋 I'm author of this ff so mujhe samjh nhi aa rha hai ki me kya likhu description mein to mein yahi bta rhi hun ki this is a ff of Triggered insaan😂)

"I AM AANYA. YOUR WIFE!!" This was all my brain could interpret amongst all the other insults which were being passed on to me since the moment I woke up, and it almost took me a few minutes to realize what she said just now. And as I did, I jumped off the bed throwing the quilt to a side. As I had predicted, there stood Yashi, hands on her waist and a cold glare on her face. She's a bit too displeased with me I guess.. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU YASHI-" "I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU CALL ME THAT AGAIN" ~ "NISCHAY BHAI? ISHAANI? AUR HARSH? HAM SAB LOG SATH MAI ISS AJEEB SI JAGAH KYA KAR RAHE HAI?" He started panicking the moment he saw his three familiar faces and Nischay let out a sigh of relief, as he realized that there was atleast someone who well and fine understood that it was weird for them to be there. Ajey walked towards Nischay with quick steps and bent over to him to speak, "Kucch hua tha kya kal, nahi matlab I barely remember anything toh was there some shootout or something?" he asked in a whisper. "MAI MAZAAK NAHI KARRAHI BAND KARDO YEH SUBAH SUBAH KI BAKCHODI JO AGAR TUM DONO AGLE AADHE GHANTE ME NAHAA-DHOKE TAIYYAR HOKE MUJHE NEECHE HALL ME NAHI MILE NA, DURGA MAIYYA KI KASAM TUM DONO YAHIN GAAD DIYE JAOGE. ZINDA." she paused for a minute passing them those sarcastic smiles and continued her warning once again "SREEYA NAAM HAI MERA, JO AB ISHAANI BOLA NA :)) TOH MERA DANDA HAI AUR TUMHARI GAND HAI. MARUNGI NAHI"

Khud hi padhlo 🌚🌚

"Why do you do this? Every time I feel like we're finally getting somewhere, feel like I maybe understand you, why do you have to fuck it all up?" "It's just a matter of perspective, and sometimes just a matter of a gunshot, sweetheart" he smirked

"Poetry is the voice of the soul," said Emma, a young poet, as she sat in a cozy bookstore surrounded by shelves of literature. "It's a way to express emotions, thoughts, and experiences that resonate deeply within us." Her friend, Jack, nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean. When I read a poem that speaks to me, it's like the poet is speaking directly to my heart. It's a feeling that's hard to describe, but it's incredibly powerful." Emma smiled. "Exactly! Poetry has a way of capturing the essence of the human condition. It can evoke emotions, spark memories, and challenge our perspectives. It's a universal language that can be understood by people from all walks of life." As they sipped their coffee and browsed through the shelves, Emma picked up a book of poems by Maya Angelou. "This is one of my favorite poets," she said. "Her words are like a balm to the soul. They heal, they inspire, and they challenge us to be better versions of ourselves." Jack nodded, taking the book from Emma. "I can see why you love her poetry. It's raw, it's honest, and it's powerful. Poetry has a way of doing that, doesn't it? It can take us to the depths of human emotion and back again, leaving us changed forever." Emma smiled, her eyes shining with passion. "That's the power of poetry, Jack. It's a gift that keeps on giving, a reminder of the beauty, the complexity, and the resilience of the human spirit." it is a short poem collection written by me. Hope y'all like it

Shaadi se pehle pyar ki hamesha zarurat nahi hoti 🥀 Pyar toh shaadi ke baad bhi ho jata hai 💘

This story is about a girl named Rutwi who has a friend circle in her college which include big youtubers and one of them is Nischay Malhan Who kinda likes her and is ALREADY IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH HER ✨♥️🔥 will they succeed in hiding their relationship to the world?

Ft carryminati ,Triggered Insaan y/n Blood blood blood Jao bhay padhlo Yaha pe kya milega?

(𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲) A girl who start stalking a guy named Nischay. Nischay is a normal college guy who is school's nerd and book worm but his life is not that much easy he has a stalker who 24/7 with him. In starting he thought it was prank but slowly that stalker start telling his live location and each and every thing that he do Or go. He doesn't know is that stalker is a psycho girl or boy. On the other side. A girl named Sai a girl who live in her own world in college everyone bully her she always crying in corner. She had biggest crush on Nischay but he reject her and said "we can become best friends". She agree about that. After knowing someone stalking him. Both of them start finding that psycho stalker. When they found the stalker both are shocked. Who is that stalker? Why she/he stalk nischay? What will happen when Nischay get to know who is that stalker? Cover edit by: @_fictionalsemantic_

If you need something to believe in ⭐ Start with yourself ✨

Every morning when I start off with my day, I think about the life which I am blessed with. My surroundings, my Family and most importantly... my friends 'Friends are the family we choose for ourselves' indeed, and it's the purest form of relationships one can ever have. I feel blessed to live with 5 such beautif- "KAUN BHOSDIKA MARR GAYA SUBAH SUBAH!!??" "LAUDE RECORD KAR RAHA HU DO MINUTE APNA GAND JAISA MUH BAND RAKH" yea so, where was I? Ah yes, FRIENDS The most beautiful beings, indeed. "SAALA FAKE ASMANI LUND-" "TUM SAALON HO HI AISE KI TAREEF BHI ASLI NAHI KARSAKTA MAI" What happens when a bunch of crack heads, who are diligent for their work, yet torturous by nature, decide to stay under the same roof, TOGETHER? How will they tackle their life problems? And what happens when Love blossoms in their lives? Read this story to find out ;-)

so basically it's a threeshot kinda stry... characters y/n -your name or (shanaya) y/m-your mom y/d- your dad Nischay dimple aunty vinay uncle Abbu(Abhishek) prerna harsh (Pehle socha tha oneshot likhenge pr wo humse hoga nahi 😬 isliye wo cover mein oneshot likha hua haiii)

So this is just a fanfiction so please don't judge me and it will contain tropes and a villain to so I'm already saying sorry to her fans I'm not telling her name it's just a imaginary story so please don't hate me I really like her but I still want to make her the villain so please don't hate me and y/n will only have her mother and a younger sister