Ishq Ke Rang - A SidNaaz Anthology - Aurora Dusk

Ishq Ke Rang - A SidNaaz Anthology

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✨ A collection of SidNaaz love stories, each painted in a new shade of Ishq. ✨All Rights Reserved

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Agastya Rao was a walking contradiction. To the world, he was IPS Agastya Rao-a man whose very name was whispered with a mix of fear and grudging respect. He was the law, but a law unto himself. His reputation preceded him, a terrifying shadow cast over the criminal underworld. A man of few words, his commands were ironclad, his resolve unbreakable. He moved with a cold, calculated efficiency, his gaze so sharp it felt like a physical blow. He had no time for weakness, no patience for incompetence. His terrifying personality was a shield forged from fire and loss, a wall he had built around his heart to survive the brutality of his profession. He believed in justice, but his methods were often as ruthless as the criminals he hunted. Sana, on the other hand, was nothing. She was a ghost, a forgotten shadow in a sunless room. Her entire world was a single, cramped basement, a cage where the only light came from a crack in the wall. She was a creature of silence, for she had never been given a voice. The men who kept her there saw her as a possession, a bargaining chip, and had no need for her to speak. Her words were as unformed as her understanding of the world outside. She knew nothing of colors beyond the drab gray of her walls, nothing of sounds besides the muffled thud of footsteps above and the occasional metallic clang of a broken lock. Her world was a study in desolation. A broken doll, missing an eye and a limb, was her only friend. She would spend her days arranging a handful of smooth stones in different patterns, a silent game of a mind starved for stimulation. She knew a few words, simple ones like "pani" (water) and "roti" (bread), but she had no concept of a full sentence. Her knowledge was limited to the basic needs of survival.

Desi Munda Hi-fi Chhorri ✍️ by Poohbear8435

Driving through the village, he approaches the kachcha road on the outskirts. Sidharth finds someone waving at auto with both hands. Due to darkness and low beam lights of auto, he couldn't see the person clearly from far. "Ib yeh kaun se? Lambe baal se.. kahi chudail ya pret aatma toh na se?" He spoke to himself. "Wait wait wait.. stop!!", Came a lady's voice. "Angreji chudail laage se.. gaon ke chhorri wale lakshan toh na dikhe manne ismein. Chaal bhi ajeeb si hai. Ke karu rokhu ke chala jaau?",said Sidharth. .. .. .. Born with a silver spoon and having spent her life in luxury, Shehnaaz Raizada, is an epitome of beauty but possess the personality of being manipulative, lazy and snobby. The Young Sarpanch of Veerpur village, Sidharth Thakur, popularly known as Thakur Saab, is very handsome and is adorned with qualities of honesty and discipline in life. What happens when these two opposite and strong characters clash with each other? Will sparks fly between the two or will it blow a bugle of war? Started: 24/04/2022 Status: Ongoing Language: Hinglish

လွှမ်းအာဏာရှိန် မင်းကို လူလိမ္မာလေး ထင်ထားတာ လူဆိုးလေးဖြစ်နေတာပဲ အဟွန်း ပိုင်ရှင်းသာ နောက်လိမ္မာပါ့မယ်😁

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She was everything that he ever dreamt and wanted but she was.. "His Best Friend's Wife"

Sidnaaz ff Pati, Patni aur Woh🤫🤫 (COMPLETED) by KashishNaaz

This story revolves around 3 characters Dr Siddharth Shukla the repuated surgeon, his wife Rashmi daughter of one of the world famous surgeon and owner of Apollo Hospital and a new intern Shehnaaz Kaur Gill. It's a mature story under 18 plz stay away. I've been a silent reader writing a ff first time so plz forgive my mistakes 😉😉

အထက်တန်းမှာ ကြိုက်ခဲ့တဲ့အချစ်ဦးလေးနဲ့ 3နှစ်ကြာပြီးနောက် ပြန်တွေ့သောအခါ...

"Veil of Two Hearts"(On Hold ) by KiranjeetKour4

When Aaliya Khan runs away from her arranged marriage for true love, her family is left in disgrace. To save them from shame, her quiet sister Shehnaaz is married off to the abandoned groom, Sidharth - a man burning with anger and pride. Bound by duty, Shehnaaz enters a cold marriage where trust is shattered before it begins. But her silence hides a strong heart that slowly breaks Sidharth's walls. As one sister fights the world for her love, the other discovers that sometimes love finds you where you least expect it - even in a marriage born out of betrayal.

Sidharth Shukla. Woh Hukum the, is zameen ke unquestioned ruler. Sidharth, lamba, powerful, aur unki aankhon mein gehrai thi jo har kisi ko kaanpa deti thi. He was formidable, a man of few words, and his decisions were absolute law. Unka gussa, unka darr, Ranipur ki har hawa mein ghula hua tha. Koi unke khilaaf jaane ki himmat nahin karta tha; Sidharth ki baat kaatna maut ko bulana tha. He carried an aura of dangerous authority, a silent warning to all who met his gaze. The Shukla family bhi utni hi taqatwar thi, unki haveli Ranipur ki shaan thi. Sidharth ki Maa, jo ab buzurg ho chuki thi lekin phir bhi shatir thi, ghar ki reeti-rivajon ki rakshak thi. Uski do Behenen, Kavya aur Rina, bhi apne bhai ki tarah strong-willed thi, haveli ke mamlon mein apni baat rakhti thi, but always under Hukum's shadow. Unka Chacha, Ranbir, ek thoda sa greedy aur opportunist insaan tha, jo hamesha Sidharth ki power se fayda uthane ki koshish mein rehta tha. Phir tha Arjun, Sidharth ka younger cousin, jo Hukum se darta bhi tha aur unki tarah banna bhi chahta tha, often trying to impress him. Aur phir thi Shehnaaz Kaur Gill. Bilkul opposite, woh haveli ki jaan thi, a burst of sunshine. Chubby, dimples wali, aur aankhon mein shararat bhari. Shehnaaz anaath thi, haveli uska ghar tha, jahan woh maid thi. She was naughty and clumsy, aksar chhoti-moti gadbad karti rehti thi, but her infectious laughter could melt any heart. Shehnaaz Hukum se bohot darti thi, unki presence hi use nervous kar deti thi. Lekin, uske darr ke andar, ek secret liking bhi thi for Sidharth. Usse Sidharth ki strength aur power attract karti thi. Sidharth, on the other hand, noticed Shehnaaz. He found her amusing, her unfiltered nature a refreshing change. He often flirted with her in his aura, a subtle game of glances and low remarks. He liked her spirit, her innocent mischief, aur usse achha lagta tha jab woh uske saamne thoda nervous ho jaati thi.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 ' 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 & 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 In a world that screams, I stand in despair, My voice drowned out, lost in the air. Chains of tradition tighten each day, I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay. Each breath I take feels heavy and torn, Every mistake a scar I've worn. I crave a sky where I can be free, Away from the walls that imprison me. For now, I sit with my heart in pain, Silent, yet screaming, again and again. Though shattered, a spark in me still survives, Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.

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Agastya Rao was a walking contradiction. To the world, he was IPS Agastya Rao-a man whose very name was whispered with a mix of fear and grudging respect. He was the law, but a law unto himself. His reputation preceded him, a terrifying shadow cast over the criminal underworld. A man of few words, his commands were ironclad, his resolve unbreakable. He moved with a cold, calculated efficiency, his gaze so sharp it felt like a physical blow. He had no time for weakness, no patience for incompetence. His terrifying personality was a shield forged from fire and loss, a wall he had built around his heart to survive the brutality of his profession. He believed in justice, but his methods were often as ruthless as the criminals he hunted. Sana, on the other hand, was nothing. She was a ghost, a forgotten shadow in a sunless room. Her entire world was a single, cramped basement, a cage where the only light came from a crack in the wall. She was a creature of silence, for she had never been given a voice. The men who kept her there saw her as a possession, a bargaining chip, and had no need for her to speak. Her words were as unformed as her understanding of the world outside. She knew nothing of colors beyond the drab gray of her walls, nothing of sounds besides the muffled thud of footsteps above and the occasional metallic clang of a broken lock. Her world was a study in desolation. A broken doll, missing an eye and a limb, was her only friend. She would spend her days arranging a handful of smooth stones in different patterns, a silent game of a mind starved for stimulation. She knew a few words, simple ones like "pani" (water) and "roti" (bread), but she had no concept of a full sentence. Her knowledge was limited to the basic needs of survival.

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