Behind the Scenes: A Forbidden Spark
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As a writer, I've always believed that the best stories emerge from the "what ifs" of real life-those tantalizing alternate paths where fate twists just enough to rewrite destinies.
In the world of Indian television in 2000, Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi was more than a soap opera; it was a cultural phenomenon, a sprawling epic of family, drama, and undying love.
Smriti Irani, with her fierce determination and magnetic presence, embodied Tulsi Virani the epitome of the devoted bahu. Amar Upadhyay, charming and brooding, brought Mihir Virani to life, the ideal son and husband whose on-screen chemistry with Tulsi set hearts aflame across millions of households.
But what if, in this alternate timeline, neither was bound by the rings of real-life marriages? What if the lines between reel and real blurred not out of scandal, but out of an inevitable pull? As a storyteller, I'd craft their tale as a slow-burn romance, laced with the high-stakes tension of the entertainment industry, where public personas clash with private desires.
It would be a narrative of stolen glances amid chaotic shoots, whispered confessions in dimly lit vanity vans, and the ultimate question: Can love born in the spotlight survive its glare?
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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.
Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint
"Inherited Will, A Man's Dream, and the Flow of Time. As long as men reach for the meaning of freedom... such things will not end." What if, after Drona's rejection, the Suta's son wandered into the wrong forest... and met a sage whose power shattered the laws of gods and men? Vasusena was supposed to be forgotten.<br /> A bastard of fate, mocked as Sutaputra, cursed to live and die in Arjuna's shadow. But fate took a misstep. A mistake, a misstep and the world itself changed with a single notfication popping up in front of his eyes [Welcome Player One to Omniscient Reader's viewpoint] Now, every battle is experience.<br /> Every monster slain, every rakshasa devoured, every skill honed brings him closer to the strength denied by birth. From bone-forged weapons to divine astras, from ruthless assassinations to reckless head-on wars, Vasusena forges his legend not as saint nor hero-but as anti-hero, burning with wrath and envy, with brilliance and impossible will.
King of Hearts and Queen of Swords✔️
The war for Mahishmati has been won. The evil tyrant Bhallaladeva has been overthrown. The King and Queen are together. Or, are they really? Meet the royal couple of Mahishmati, Mahendra Baahubali and Avantika as they navigate and steer through the minefield of enemies, differences, and insecurities that threaten to rip them apart. But as they say, "When one loves with everything they have, all paths lead to the beloved!" Presenting-: King of Hearts and Queen of Swords. Disclaimer: This is an imaginary fanfiction story based on the characters of Mahendra Baahubali and Avantika from S. S. Rajamouli Sir's magnum opus movie franchise, Baahubali. It has been written upon the request of one of my readers @jaanu612. The characters do not belong to me neither do I make any money or profit out of this endeavor. This story deals with how Mahendra Baahubali and Avantika get married after the events portrayed in Baahubali 2. I didn't get the chance to explore this avenue in my other fanfiction story, Shatru Sesham: Sequel of Baahubali, because that story was about the children of Mahendra Baahubali and Avantika. But it has always been at the back of my mind. So, I am excited to be writing this story about them. It won't be long like Shatru Sesham. It will have about 9 chapters.Concluída![Arnav's Plight [ArShi] ✔](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/102533824-256-k519006.jpg)
Arnav's Plight [ArShi] ✔
:::COMPLETED::: (03.05.2017) \\SLOW EDITING// #266 in FanFiction on 27th August, 2017 👈🏻 Highest rank till date #59 in Short Story on 16th May, 2018 The smell of doubt is already heightening the senses but still the person is bound by the thread of love of his beloved to do anything. For a person who always believed that gut feelings are accurately true now sensed the danger too. Precisely at the first meet. But still unable to do something to stop the evil fire reaching the family, the beloved. Then how would the person play the game to keep the family safe and unharmed? Not every time is it possible to keep the family unharmed, unscathed. But the person is determined to keep it as low as possible, will it be a success or not? ~~ Based on the infamous 'Sheetal track' of IPKKND ~~ Disclaimer: The Characters Arnav, Khushi, Shyam, etc. doesn't belong to me. They are the imaginations and creations of FOUR LION PRODUCTIONS. But plot and the story belongs solely to me and no one else. ~~ 🤗🤗 Cover Credit: @SnowSpringBud aka myself!! 🤗🤗Concluída
The Sairat Wala Love
What happens when a girl is forced to married of to one of her father's student, when her father dies saving his student and no one is left in her family to take care of her? Sai Joshi is an 19 year old girl who is forced to married of to Virat when her father dies, as he will be taking her responsibility after her father and help her to become a successful doctor and fulfill her father's dream. Virat Chavan is a 25 year old IPS officer and also a temporary husband for Sai as he takes his marriage with Sai only as a deal and was in love with Pakhi, who is now married to his brother. What will happen when the two strangers are tied in a knot of marriage and they take it as a deal and will break off their marriage once after Sai became doctor? Will they be strangers or will be lovers instead? Will this marriage be able to survive when the elders of the family did not want them to be together as they will not accept their marriage? Will their will be love in between them or will they able to express their love for each other? ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~~•~••~~••~•~•~•~•~• Sai woke up and wanted to sit but was not able to because something heavy was pushing her more into the bed. She looked on her waist and noticed Virat's hand was tightly griping her from behind. She smiled with the love inside of her. She tried to move his hand but all the efforts were of no use because he just tighten his grip more and more with her each try. As if he was afraid to loose her, he keep tightening his grip. This a fanfiction based on the couple of the show " Ghum Hai Kisi Ke Pyaar Mein". The story is unedited so please ignore any grammatical mistakes.Concluída
BENEATH THE MONSOON SKY
"I can't let you go," he whispered. "Not when you love me too." She didn't speak. Her breath hitched, lips parted, her entire body tense with emotion. He pulled back just enough to look at her, his hands still cradling her face with trembling care. His fingers brushed her jaw, lingering like he was afraid to lose even the feel of her skin. "When you look at me like you did just now... when you say you love me... it's the only time I've ever felt like I belong somewhere. Not as someone's son or someone's brother. Just as me." .......... In the quiet town of Mayilur, where the monsoon rain dances on tiled roofs and childhood friendships bloom beneath mango trees, two neighbouring families share more than just a lane - they share a lifetime of memories. Vaishnavi and Karthik, bound by years of playful banter, shared school days, and family ties, are caught in the gentle current of something deeper - a love that neither of them fully understands yet. As they grow up side by side, their bond is tested by distance, duty, and the expectations of tradition.Concluída
The distance between our hearts
The Distance Between our hearts "You can stay for a while, the boarding hasn't started yet" he said hoping that he can be with her a little longer. " I don't think I can stay any longer, I have to leave" Divi replied cold and aloof leaving no room for discussion just the way he was with her all these months of their marriage. She picked her handbag and cabin luggage in one hand and started walking towards the boarding gates. Suddenly he grabbed her wrist gently like he doesn't want to let her go and asked "when are you coming back" she stopped on her track and shuddered under his touch. "I'm not coming back to London again Vikrant" she took a deep breath before saying " leave my hand I need to go" He couldn't believe what he heard, his grip on her hand tightened and he asked "why?". Divi turned completely towards him and looked at him with disbelief and her eyes were red from crying for hours because her father was in emergency. "Why? You ask me why Vikrant? Shouldn't you be happy that finally I'll be gone? Isn't that what you wanted all this while ?" ************************** Vikrant Krishna- 27 years old,CEO of TRICON London branch, the best architect of his generation.Cold, serious, a dominating man who is the best at his work but also a person who forgot the meaning of love. He is forced into an arrange marriage by his father because he is not himself after his breakup with his ex. So he was rude and not the husband that Divi deserved until he realised her love for him. Divi rai- 23 years old, BE in civil engineering. She wants to study interior designing but couldn't because of her father's health condition. She takes care of her dad and also looks after his business sometimes. But her dad wants her to get married because he doesn't know how many days he will live to see her marriage. So he arranges her marriage to the son of his friend and once their neighbour. **************************
Fantasy- MaAn shots
This book is based on the starplus serial "Anupama" and revolves majorly around Anupama and Anuj kapadia. ***************** Excerpt 1 The arrogance dropped from Anuj's face in a flash as he furrowed his brows surprised, "What...I...nhi...." He stammered tugging at his glasses, while Anupama burst into a fit of chuckles at that. Anuj then smiled too and nodded, "Tumse kya chupana...tum aaj bahot bahot sundar lag rahi ho". Anupama blushed at the compliment but then schooled her features into a poker face. "Bas aaj hi sundar lag rahi hu?" ******************* Excerpt 2 HAAN!" Anuj shouted,angered, loosening his tie. He was ready to sock his jaw in! "Yaarana hai! Are you jealous?!" Vanraj looked incredulously at Anuj as Anuj smirked, "Hona bhi chahiye! I mean love marriage karne ke baad bhi, you and kavya can't find a common ground. You should be jealous! Classes lenge mujhse on how to keep a woman happy? You really need it!" "Tum apni hadd- "Shush!" Anuj interrupted Vanraj then, a smile starting to form. "You should be jealous. I mean, jis ex ko tumhari shakal dekhte hi sardard hota hai, wo mere sath khush rehti hai! And vese bhi you are very curious about us naa?" ********************** Sometimes we see certain scenes and cant help but imagine "what if it had been like that?". So here in this book are my take around certain scenarios.Concluída
BOUND BY FATE
READ BOUND BY FIRE PART 1 OF THIS SERIES BFRE CONTINUING PLEASE!! She was never meant to be his. Yet from the moment Aarav Raichand laid eyes on her-fierce, untamed, heartbreakingly defiant..he knew. Knew she was his to protect, his to possess, his to destroy if it came to that. No matter how much blood it took, how many lies he had to weave, or how deeply he had to bury the truth behind his midnight sins-Abhira Aarav Raichand would belong to him. Even if she hated him for it. Even if the world turned against them. Even if fate itself demanded a price. Because obsession was not love. It was deeper. Darker. Unrelenting. And Aarav Raichand? He never let go. Not of what was his. Not of her. Especially not when destiny tried to rip her away. Because some love stories weren't written in stars... They were etched in blood. And bound by fate. Thousands of miles away, hidden beneath grey London skies, she lived in the shadows of what once was. Abhira Raichand-though no one called her that here-woke each morning with the ache of a name she could no longer speak. Her heart beat for a man who believed she was dead. A man who would burn the world to find her, if only he knew she still breathed. Every laugh from Krish held pieces of Aarav's fire. Every tear Parvati wiped away mirrored his tenderness. They didn't know the man who ruled their blood, the storm behind their existence. But Abhira saw him in them-every moment, every breath, every heartbeat. She waited. Not foolishly, but faithfully. Not for forgiveness. Not for absolution. But for him. Because even in silence, even through oceans, something in her still believed: Aarav Raichand would come for her. He had to. Because fate wasn't done with them yet. Not when their love had already rewritten destiny.Concluída
FIERCE MEETS FAMOUS (Smriti and Perry)
Fierce meets Famous (When Fire Meets Fame, Hearts are The First to Bunr) Smriti Mandhana - India's unstoppable superstar batter. Fierce, fearless, and allergic to love. Cricket wasn't just a game to her, it was everything. She could bend the world to her will... everyone, except her mother. Ellyse Perry - Hollywood's flawless, untouchable star. Beautiful, famous, and a woman who swore to never go near cricket or cricketers. She built her own world far from stadium lights. But destiny wasn't asking for permission. Decades ago, their mothers - two powerful women running global empires - made a promise in college: their daughters would marry once they turned 25. And now, neither Smriti nor Ellyse can escape it. Two independent women. One impossible vow. And a storm neither saw coming. When Fierce meets Famous... will it be war, love, or something dangerously in between? Are they meant to fight it... or fall into it? Let's Find Out .. "⚠️ Note: This is a fan-made story featuring a girl x girl (gxg) relationship. If you're not comfortable with or are against this community, please feel free to skip this story. It isn't intended for you." . . . Love from Smerry Pagalu 🎀 #1 Story Book - Unexpected Player in My XI. #2 Story Book - Unexpected Love in Our XIConcluída
"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.
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