LOVE Story
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Dernière publication ven., juin 29, 2018
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Tainting The Void Canvas
What's life, nothing but a void canvas which we have to fill with numerous hues. And once in a while we come across people who will taint the void canvas with hues of love and happiness. //Kon kehta hai ishq ek baar hoti hai Ishq hai jab tak tabah na kare poori tarah tab tak hoti hai.// (Who says love can happen only once. It's Love after all, until it has taken all of you It will happen till then) .Zain Amir. The one who lost parents at a very young age. He was just twenty years old when he joined business, managing studies and taking care of his Seher Aapi, who means the world to him. The pain of losing his love even before it started made him decide never to fall for anyone. But destiny have their own plans. Shifting to a new place away from everyone just to start a new life again. // Usse umeed thi Jeene ki phirse// (He hopes to live again) .Amaya Kareem. A girl who wants to live every single moment of life. Broken but beautiful is what she is. She is broken but her have the courage to stand again, live again and maybe fall in love again. For her the sky is the limit. //Kal pe sawal hai jeena filhal hai// (Live in the present, tomorrow is still a question) (You are suggested to read INTEZAAR book one first for better understanding & A GLITCH IN THE CANVAS for more) Editor: @hudafatima_12Terminé
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Kabir-Kajal:- The Saga Of Love
" Kya sochne lage hai? bhar dijiye na maang hamari. Ab aur intezaar na karwaiye." ( What are you thinking? Fill my hairline. Don't make me wait anymore.) She whispered to him and he glance at her face, little shy but glowing. He don't know if he will be able to become a capable husband or not. His parents chose her for him and he believe their decision won't be wrong but, he is insecure. She grabbed his hand and squeeze it a little as if she just read his mind and chose to comfort him. He mentally smiled, felt his heart skipping a beat by this thought and finally filled the partition of her hair with sindoor. ~~~~~~~~ " What do you even have, Kabir? For the the highest position, you are neglecting your newly wedded wife. We all know, you won't get CEO chair easily. My father will use every single tactics just not to hand you the position." His cousin mocked him. He was mostly affected by her statement of neglecting his wife and unfortunately he was right. He is insecure. His childhood was bad without the embrace of his parents. People around him made fun of him. His family was for namesake only. They changed him to ruthless and cold Kabir Chauhan who now only cares about money and power. He want to gather so much power that he won't have to kneel before anyone. He want to create his own name. But, Someone chose to touch him with the fragrance of her love. She played the strings of his heart very soulfully and presented a lovely view of world to him. She spread her arms wide for him to hide, His Kajal. Their saga of love begins now.Terminé
Iztiraar
Zindagi ke safar me insan kab kisse takra jae pata nahi chalta Amyra Sikandar bhi nahi jaanti thi ke uska safar use kahan le jae ga... _______ "Thori der ke liye tumhe meri har baat per sar hilana ho ga jaisa main kahun ga tum sar hilayi jao" "No main kisi ki baat pe sar nahi hilati" "Agar yahan se nikal na hai to meri baat mano!" Uski sakhti per usne behes karna chahi magar kar na payi. _________ "Tumhe apni manzil pe pohonchna hai aur mujhe is sab jaan churwani hai aur maze ke baat yeh hai ke hum dono ke paas is drame ke ilawa koi option nahi" "Tum khiske hue ho ya waise hi bakwas kar rahe ho? NIKAH KA KEH RAHE HO TUM" Woh beyaqeeni se use dekhtu reh gayi aur woh bezaar sa wahan khara raha. __________Terminé
LET ME HATE YOU
A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.
_S i L S i L A_
"Koun hain ye jiske liye itni shant rehne wali insaan itni bechain ho rahi hain jaise uski duniya tabah ho rahi hain.? " The gentleman asked in a shock. " Yeh kahani Lucknow ki sabse famous lovestories mein se ek hain. Jo aksar logone kitabon aur gazalon mein padhi hogi ,lekin hum sabne jiya hain. ye kahani Aag aur paani ki hai, ye kahani Karishma Singh aur Haseena Mallik ki hain ...." Billu replied proudly...! here's Presenting the small Prologue of the story introducing, _S i L S i L A_ to you all....!Terminé
TEJNA
"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.
--- **Wrestling with her own emotions, Karishma stood motionless, gazing out at the view before her. Her thoughts were a tumultuous whirlpool, pulling her deeper with every passing second.** _Wo dard bh kmal h jab tujhko khud hi khud ki hwale kiya_-she mused, feeling a pang deep within her chest. Despite handing herself over to her own pain, it felt as though each encounter with it revealed a new facet, a novel understanding. **As the morning sun rose, illuminating her surroundings, it seemed to mock her internal gloom with its brilliance. She gripped the balcony railing tightly, her knuckles turning white with the pressure.** _Kabhi bna marham khud dard ka kabhi use nasur bnaya_-these thoughts swirled around, relentless. Each scar was a testament to her battles, each wound a story left untold. **Karishma's gaze was drawn to a distant bird in flight, its freedom a stark contrast to her own entangled emotions. Her heart weighed heavy as memories of Haseena Malik flooded her mind.** The confession of love between them was etched in her soul, a bittersweet memory that left her longing and aching all at once. **Tears welled up in her eyes, unbidden, as she recalled Haseena's voice, the way her eyes sparkled with unspoken words.** _Tujhko khud hi khud ki hwale kiya_-the phrase echoed in her mind. The depth of her feelings was overwhelming, yet the fear of vulnerability held her captive. Her tears fell silently, each drop a symbol of the unspoken pain that lingered in her heart. --- This is first time i am writting i never write any story before So bear with me 😊 And this is for u ❤️u know that I write this for for u because of u "Jo ter h wo kya tujhe kuch dega payega bas tofa bna sabdo ko apne tere hwale kr jayega " This is my birthday gift for u Happy birthday 🫂🌹
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