Saraarjun Stories

He carried a bat in his hands, she carried rhythm in her feet. He was taught to chase centuries, she was taught to become perfection. His world was loud: stadiums, headlines, expectations. Hers was quieter: temple bells, ghungroos, and quiet stage performances. A rhythm that didn't ask to be seen-only felt. He played for millions who watched. She danced for the few who truly understood. He loved cricket like destiny. She lived Bharatanatyam like devotion. And somewhere between his restless hands and her disciplined steps, fate decided they would meet. He came looking for peace. She had been carrying it in her eyes all along. He stood under floodlights, she stood beneath temple lamps- and somehow, both kinds of worship led them to each other. His hands were made for cricket. Her feet were made for dance. But perhaps, their hearts were always made for the same journey. Because some love stories do not begin with love they begin with timing, with prayers, with destiny quietly saying- not yet... but soon.

The Oberoi empire has always thrived on control, legacy, and silence. As preparations begin for Kiaan Oberoi's grand roka ceremony with the poised and perceptive Mrinalini Rathore, the mansion hums with celebration. To the world, it is a perfect alliance between two powerful families. But behind closed doors, whispers resurface about a secret buried fifteen years ago. An experiment that was never meant to fail. A truth that was never meant to survive. Aryaveer Oberoi holds the family together with quiet loyalty. Rivaan Oberoi, the poet and black sheep, sees cracks no one else dares to acknowledge. And somewhere between duty and desire, love begins to bloom in the most inconvenient places. When old rivals return and long-suppressed shadows begin to stir, the Oberois must confront a question more dangerous than scandal.....!

A girl who just lost her everything. Her brother. But, someone enters her life✨👀 you'll find after reading the book🎀 you'll find romance, heartbreak, comedy everything in this book🫶🏻

It's a mature love story featuring Prabhas and Anushka. Cover Credit to @Mansi_Creations

THARUNIKA 'TARA' MEHTA Aspiring Wellness Advocate Pretty, Reserved... She had drawn him like a magnet..that summer.. ...and enticed his then buddy.. She had him a sucker for her...that winter.. ...and now had his cousin panting after her... HRITHVIK 'RATAN' DESHPANDE Aspiring Jack of Many Trades Handsome, Effusive... She had been drawn to him that summer... He had been her salvation that winter.. ..but... He seemed to have read her all wrong.....

Before Sunrise meets November 9 in this sharp, slow-burn contemporary romance about two cynics who swear off love, only to find it waiting for them once a year. Riya wants a life that feels like a story, but real-world romance has been nothing but an underwhelming cycle of messy situationships. She's cynical, exhausted, and officially done chasing fairy tales. Kabir is a freshly graduated mechanical engineer who knows exactly how it feels when the ground shifts beneath your feet. After a devastating heartbreak, he's vowed never to let himself get tangled up in a romantic relationship again. When a missed train strands them both at a desolate Goa railway station, an unlikely spark ignites. They don't want a relationship. They don't want the drama. So, they make a deal: No expectations. No cheap romance. Just one day every year to check in on each other. They both claim single life is the best. They both claim relationships are a trap. But as the annual countdown begins again, they have to ask themselves: is their hatred for modern love protecting them, or is it blocking them from the only real story worth writing?

What happens when an Indian spy get deployed on a mission to infiltrate a gang? Then honey traps a politician's daughter. He never meant to fall in love with her, but he did anyway and now what? "Mujhe maarna manzoor hai, lekin haarna nahi. Kyunki haar manna, ahsan rasta hota hai. Aur ahsan rasta lena, meri fitraat nahi." ~Hamza Ali Mazari "Usse dekha aur bas. Bina soche samjhe, maine usse beintehaa pyaar kiya. Woh meri mashooq hai, isilye saza nahi de sakti, lekin use bewafa nahi banne dungi." ~Yalina Jamali "Mujhe aap ke saath waqkt betana hai. Bas, itni si baat nahi maan sakte?" Yalina said with a cute and childish pout. "Teek hai, lekin ek shaart. Mujse pyaar mat karna. Manzoor hai?" Hamza said thinking that it would be easier if she didn't. "Afsoof. Bahut der ho chuki hai. Dil, dhadkan, dimag, jism aur rooh, sab aap ke naam ka hai. Ab kya hoga, kyunki jo chaiye, mujhe chaiye?" Yalina said while looking into Hamza's eyes. She said like a fact. Written in stone.

Five years ago, she chose love. When he had nothing, she stayed. Through the uncertainty, the struggle, the dreams that felt too big for reality-she was there. He promised her forever. Promised her a life where love would always come first. But when the moment came, he chose his career. And she was left behind. At eighteen, heartbroken and alone, she discovered she was carrying his child. A truth she could never tell him-because he had already erased her from his life. Blocked. Forgotten. Replaced by fame, success, and a world where she no longer existed. So she left. A new country. A new life. And a daughter who became her entire world. Five years later, in Los Angeles, she's built something strong from the pieces he left behind. Her daughter, Myra-bright, curious, and full of life-loves cricket, unknowingly cheering for the very man who broke her mother's heart. A match. A stadium full of noise. India vs New Zealand. And then... him. Standing on the pitch as India's opening batsman, living the dream he once chose over her. Their eyes meet after years. He sees a stranger. She sees the man who once promised her everything. And between them stands a little girl... who doesn't know the truth. Some love stories don't end. They wait. The question is- When fate brings them face to face again, will it be closure... or a second chance? #1 in breakup noww yayayay!!! date- 29.07.26

When darkness rules the city, a ruthless man finds his only anchor in a world meant to break him. Amidst blood and betrayal, a fierce protectiveness blooms that threatens to shatter the walls of a criminal empire. Can a sacred sanctuary survive when the past refuses to stay buried? "I chose your world and I chose your scars but I will not let the darkness take you."

Kaisa lagta hai jab tum apni mitti se hazaaron meel door ho... ek paraaye mulk mein nahi, balki dushman ki sarzameen par. Jahan tumhara naam jhootha hai, pehchaan jhoothi hai, pesha jhootha hai... aur zindagi ka har pal ek dhokha. Phir bhi andhere ke beech ek roshni dikhai deti hai. Ek aisi roshni... jo tumhe bacha bhi sakti hai aur mita bhi sakti hai. Jo dheere-dheere tumhari rooh mein utarti hai... tumhe badalti hai... aur shayad tumhe andar hi andar kha jaati hai. Lekin jab baat desh ki ho... toh mohabbat, dard aur pehchaan sab peeche reh jaate hain. Kyuki kuch log jeene ke liye nahi bheje jaate... Woh bheje jaate hain desh ko bachane ke liye. Dushman ke ghar mein ghus kar uski saazishon ko aag lagane ke liye. Aur jab waqt aata hai... toh woh khud bhi us aag mein jalne se nahi darte

They met long before they ever saw each other's faces. Through prison walls and stolen letters, two strangers became each other's refuge. Then the letters stopped, and she was told he was no more Years later, under the name Noor, she is sent to work beside one of the most powerful men in Pakistan. The moment she sees his green eyes, she knows. He's alive. He doesn't recognize her. And while the world was made to see a brother and sister, Noor is forced to live beside the man she once mourned. A story written in ink and blood. This story is inspired by the blockbuster film Dhurandhar.

The dead keep returning, as bodies, as people, invitations, intrusions, interruptions, as never ending mystery. Following them has been Raaha's life since she could remember. And watching her live had been his. Right next to her as she waded through the death's wish to dictate her life. For one, vengeance has led everything. For another, love and protection. Criminology student Raaha Mehrotra investigates a string of cold and new cases as the death toll keeps rising, and no one seems to see the patterns connecting all of them. A man ready to burn the world for the woman he loves. A heart unwilling to let go. A scar unwilling to fade. Blood spilled across lifetimes of choices can neither be forgiven, nor forgotten. Love, betrayal and revenge have always been entangled, but fate is not alone in pulling the threads loose this time. (I'm trying to get a better cover made.)

This story is made from my imagination or creativity..❤️

This is a story about 3 different couples and the role love plays in their lives. They are all from different walks of life and in different scenarios. I am trying a different approach to story telling so please bear with me.