Janam Janam Tak.
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Last published Fri, Dec 19, 2025
A PraShiv story!! Forced together and forced to fulfill a relationship after his impulse decision. She hated him, he ruined her. Somehow somewhere he loved that she hated him. Somehow somewhere she loved that he cared about her. What could possibly go wrong? They divorce? They burn each other? Or even worse... they fall in love. Read and find out.
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His Beautiful Punishment
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Sifarish
Just as Prarthana is finally about to prove her innocence to Shivansh, she realises her self-worth. She realises the betrayal she has gone through- one of being continuously blamed and never believed. And then, just like that, she leaves. _ This story is for all those people who are tired of Prarthana having a spine only when it's to support Shivansh, and self-respect only if it extends to her respect for him. It's for all those people whose heart ached when Prarthana begged for forgiveness for a mistake she did not commit. It's for... well. You'll see.
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Slow Burn |
All of her life, she thought to marry a romantic man who could take care of her till death and didn't care about wealth that much. A man which she could love for life, a loved one's shoulder to cry on. But fate didn't let her connect with her dream instead forced her to marry a random man only for wealth. She thought her life was over, that one particular man who was as tough as a stone, cold as an ice. But somehow her love grew deeper for him day by day but she wasn't sure whether he married her for company purposes or to spent time with his wife. She liked another man but loved the man she married, her hope for him to love her grew lower day by day. Until the knot inside him untied ... Caution: Chapter 2 is a bit unorganized so please mind it before reading and Chapter 6 is conjoined with 5.Complete
Just after Shivansh finds the truth, PraShiv get romantic.
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