Varanasi Stories

Vaikuntapali - The stairs to heaven "It takes two to tango, Prabha!" huffed Garima. "You know what? I'm done with you. I'm jumping off of this cliff." "Prabhaaaaa!" screamed Garima, her voice screeching his eardrums. Garima had no choice but to interact with her childhood rival at her brother's wedding, who just happens to be her sister-in-law's brother. She didn't want to ruin her brother's big day. "Huhh... it's been a while since my hands touched your face... with force." Garima rolled her eyes. All Prabha wanted to do was sit back and enjoy his sister's post-wedding rituals, at least. But alas, fate teases him!

Since ancient times, a woman's life has been likened to a river. She is born in one place, often unnamed, and flows forward-not by choice, but by circumstance. Along her path, she nourishes all she touches. She gives, but is rarely held. In the end, she reaches the ocean-not as a retreat, but as a return. For the ocean has always waited for her-quiet, vast, eternal. Some poets say it is her destiny; others believe it is the love she was always denied-an ardent longing that defines her journey. Cover and Graphic Edits- @me_idnsd

Aarohi Tiwari never expected her long-time secret crush to become her husband. She was supposed to quietly admire Hriday Chaturvedi from a distance-handsome hotel heir, her father's old friend's son, the boy who once comforted her in the garden when her bunny was hurt and the man she spent years pretending not to look at. But fate has a dramatic sense of humour. On the night of his wedding, Hriday's bride runs away and Aarohi's father suggests the unthinkable. One impulsive decision, one stunned mandap, and one accidental baraat later, Aarohi becomes the replaced bride. Now married to the man she's loved since eighteen, Aarohi must navigate new rooms, shared beds, surprise tenderness and a husband who seems far too calm about everything except when songs turn romantic or she smiles too brightly. A replaced bride. A secret crush. A fated slow burn. Welcome to a romance where destiny shows up with dhols, drama and dulhaniya-level chaos.

Arrogant royalty meet the soothing confidence of ganga ghat. Shubish fanfic

He hated her because of the darkness of her skin as it was not the fair complexion he preferred. The marriage had been forced on him by a promise his grandparents made long ago, a promise he regretted every second of every day. He didn't care about her dreams or feelings. To him, she was nothing more than an obligation he resented. Looking at her filled him with disgust and shame. He couldn't bear the thought of calling her his wife or showing her to his friends. In his voice, during their wedding night, he told her, "Not just me, nobody can bear to sleep beside you. You're a darkness, a curse, a harbinger of misfortune and suffering. You're like the darkest, most miserable night who only brings pain." She had married him in poverty, but after their union, he became wealthy. Yet he never once introduced her proudly as his wife. Instead, he kept her hidden from his friends, deeming her unworthy of his social standing. 🩶His Brown Bride