Saumyatandon Stories

Tarun and Roop met when she was returning from her house job. Tarun was leaning against a pole, eyes filled with rage; he knew he was fighting for a case he could never truly win. Roop, on the other hand, was extremely happy. She had just finished her house job. Roop was scrolling on her phone, sipping her coffee, unaware of the presence in front of her. Roop bumped into Tarun, spilling her coffee all over his lawyer's suit. Tarun was about to scold her when he looked up, and their eyes met. Her amber colored eyes were deeper than any ocean, Tarun felt as if he had fallen into her eyes. Roop kept murmuring apologies. She took her yellow, white embroidered dupatta to wipe his stained shirt. Tarun froze. He gently took her wrist and lowered her hand, gesturing that she didn't need to do that. Instead, he offered to go to a cafe and have coffee, as she had spilled hers on him. To his surprise, she agreed. Over time, their conversations became longer, and their silence felt comfortable. On Roop's birthday, Tarun proposed to her. Soon after, they got married. One stormy night, Roop returned late from an emergency and saw Tarun with his colleague, Anaya. Misunderstanding the situation, she rushed in, slapped him, and left despite his explanation. Over the years, both were acing their fields. She was a highly successful pediatrician, and he was one of the best criminal lawyers in the country. Their lives seemed normal; however, they missed each other every day. She missed the way he used to hug her and caress her hair. She still uses their picture as a bookmark in one of her medical magazines. Tarun still has her black hair clip, which she had forgotten to take. He still misses the way she would hold his hand when he was worried, grounding him. Almost 5 years later, they meet again on a mutual friend's wedding. Both are unaware of each other's presence until their eyes meet. All the silence of the five years feels louder than ever.

In a city that remembers everything, two lives move dangerously close to each other. Ulfat Zafar Bhutto belongs to a world built on respectability and distance. Rehman Baloch rules one shaped by blood and consequence. This is not a love story. It's مقدّر

What if Rehman's wife- Ulfat Baloch was from Haryana???

Have you ever experienced a chaotic day where the water in your house runs out?? Yup, that's what happened today in The Baloch Household,on working hours.

Rehman Baloch the cold, Arrogant, Dark man but with a charm that no one notices he has been always dark never showing what he actually feels has lyari wrapped around his fingers every step he takes people shiver no dares to raise there voice or look at him dead in the eye in lyari. Suddenly one day he locks his eyes in with a girl who is mysterious, charming, but her eyes tell a way bigger story

So This collection includes, two part stories of Rehman,Ulfat,Hamza, Uzair and Iqbal. Once again, already posted on my tumblr page, putting it here too. @vcantwrite is my tumblr page.

Ruh-e-Ulfat |رُوحِــالفت|- The Soul of Love Before the storms, before the battles and broken streets, there was a love that burned quietly, beautifully, and fiercely. Rehman and Ulfat met in a world full of chaos, yet somehow, their hearts found each other amidst the noise. The first glances, the shy smiles, the stolen moments - each one building a bond stronger than words could capture. Their early marriage was a dance of laughter and quiet understanding, of whispered promises in the night and gentle reassurances by day. Every argument ended with tenderness, every disagreement with patience, because love - raw, real, and untested - had a way of filling every crack. This is Ruh-e-Ulfat: a story of beginnings, of hearts entwined, of moments before the world demanded sacrifices, and of a love so alive it could conquer even the shadows yet to come. ~Inspired by Dhurandhar (2025). 🕯️🦢

Some moments just pass, some linger. In different cities, different worlds, Rehman and Ulfat live their lives unaware of each other's existence, yet there's a quiet thread that seems to pull them closer, a bond that exists in the spaces between hearts, even before they meet. Is it fate, chance, or something more? A feeling waiting to be recognized, a trust waiting to be given. When their paths finally cross, it will be more than just a meeting-it will be the start of something fragile, beautiful, and inevitable. They will laugh, stumble, and fall into a love that feels both timeless and immediate. But love, as it often does, will not be simple. Misunderstandings, past wounds, and the weight of expectations will test the trust that lies quietly between them. Every secret, every hesitation, every unspoken fear will become a part of the story that binds them, and sometimes, threatens to tear them apart. "Amanat-e-Darmiyaan" is a tale of hearts learning to recognize each other, of love held carefully like a sacred trust, and of the journey through longing, mistakes, and reconciliation toward something that might just survive the storms of life.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 . ----★ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗒𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝖿𝗂𝖺 , 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 , 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗅 . 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 , 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 . ----★ 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗒𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 19 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾r 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖻𝖺𝖽 . 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 , 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 , 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒊 . ----★ 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 - FORCED MARRIAGE OLDER MAN X YOUNGER GIRL ANGST MORALLY GREY MMC INNOCENT MFL ----★ I am not a native speaker of english so kindly ignore any mistakes and do not copy the story . Also the story will be 18 plus . Enjoy .

"In losing him she found longing, and in remembering him she survived."

Everyone sees the laughter. The jokes. The nok-jhok that never seems to end. But what happens when the colony sleeps, the cameras stop rolling, and it's just Anita and Vibhuti inside their home? Anita runs grooming classes that teach confidence to the world. Vibhuti runs the house and hides a heart far deeper than his jokes. Between roleplay, teasing glances, colony chaos, and quiet nights filled with unsaid things, this is the story of a marriage that refuses to grow boring.

This story is about bgph couple anita mishra and vibhuti mishra their life before they moved to Modern Colony , New Kanpur