Kashmir Stories

In the face of the powerful, young and roguishly handsome landlord Choudhary Shah-Nawaz Qureshi, only Mehar-Bano was the one to oppose his patriarchal rule and in her fight, she fell and lost her husband, her heart and home. But it didn't stop her. A saga of love, obsession, insanity, murder and vengeance. The Fallen Widow.

♡𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓮 ♡ He hides secrets behind his smile. She captures the world through her lens. Atharv Raizada is not just a carefree, funny guy-he's a RAW agent on a dangerous mission in Kashmir. Sivika Mittal is a bold, fearless photographer chasing dreams and chaos. Two strangers. One mission. Countless misunderstandings. From enemies to lovers, from fake smiles to real feelings- their journey is full of laughter, secrets, danger, and unexpected love. And when the truth finally comes out... Will love survive the disguise? ✨ Two hearts in disguise... one truth at a time.✨

Aslam o alikom , I'm your author Meenu and first of all I want to thank you for picking my book to read and secondly I wanna tell you that " Bound by Circumstances" will have 3 stories in it more like we can say 3 couples , in story no 1 we will have Nomal Wasy and Zayyan Khan as our main characters. And in story no 2 we will have Roham and Mehmal as our main characters. And in last story we will have Mehak and Hammad as our main characters. The characters in all the stories are related to each other which means you'll get to see them from the start !!!

He bruises her heart....breaks his promise....leaves her alone with a bruised Heart.

Raina Razdan is twenty-six, living in a middle-class Delhi home where love is shown in routine, not in words. Her father is a man of rules, her mother a woman of quiet survival-and the past is something their family never discusses. Until one winter evening, Raina opens an old trunk and finds a letter that was never meant to be read. A love letter. Not written by her father. Not kept for memories. Hidden like a crime. The letter speaks of Kashmir-of chinar leaves, a bridge, a promise, and a night that changed everything. But before Raina can get answers, her father forces her mother to burn it... right in front of her. Now all Raina has left is a name that isn't a name... just an initial. And a truth her mother spent decades burying. As Raina pulls at the threads of a love story that ended in silence, she begins to uncover what her family sacrificed to survive-and what her mother was forced to give up to become someone else's wife. Some stories don't end. They just get hidden beneath snow.

"Now as to my part of the bargain. You must arrange a date for me as well." "No" he firmly said. Furious I turned him towards me. "What do you mean by no?" "No, I won't." "Why not?" Silence. I introduced you to Zoya. Now it's your turn to keep your end of the bargain. More silence. "Are you even listening to me?" Some more silence. Bewildered, I almost shouted, "Zain! I am talking to you, damn it." In a quick movement, he turned towards me, his eyes red. He held me by my waist, pushed me against the walls, closed the space between us and smashed his lips against mine. _________________________________ Alishba, a simple girl with a dynamic mind, a rising star in the world of technology, opens her heart and let Zain Ahmed, her childhood crush and a handsome and conceited smug, in. Their love story is nothing short of a fairytale untill she uncovers dark secrets he's been keeping from her. Distraught, she struggles to bring her life back on track, and work on her newly acquired cynicism when she encounters Dan, an F1 racer and the most attractive, trustworthy, mysterious and affectionate person she's ever met. Just when she thought she's finally found her peace and nothing could go wrong, her world turns upside down. She's forced to choose between her childhood love, her revenge and her future. . . . . For, Dan had secrets of his own.

A story about 3 life's tangling in love, pain, hurt and betrayal. There is everything in it from childhood friendship to love amidst chaos and War in Kashmir. Join in the journey of Love which will be no less than a rollercoaster of emotions. Where there will be no right or wrong, every decision made will need courage. What happens when kinds souls cross each others path at the wrong time. What do you do when your heart has stopped listening to itself and started listening your brain. How do you live when you never value your own happiness or life. Will love be killed in the name of responsibilities ? Will sacrifices be made in honour to promises? Or will Love break the bounds and win.

Why do we hold back when we can give out so much of love and care to people who matter in our lives. * * * He loved her. But She had ran away from his love because she was expected to live a certain way. And now, she has realized where her soul belongs and is back again in his life. They say snow time is miraculous! Will love rekindle between them on the slopes? Read on to find out. ©suearmaniac 2020 copyrights All rights reserved. Except the song used belongs to @Eros now DISCLAIMER: No part of this book may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in retrieval system,recorded or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the Author, that is me 😈 yours sweeetly Sue. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

She doesn't smile. She doesn't run. She walks like a funeral- quiet, cold, and inevitable. Sidra was born with shadows braided into her hair and silence stitched beneath her tongue. She loves the scent of graveyards more than roses, and she finds comfort in what others flee from: death. But something older than death is watching her now. Something buried beneath fields of ghost-white dandelions... Something that whispers when no one listens. "The dandelions bloom, even in snow. What grows in death, should never grow." One evening, beneath a split sky- half dusk, half moonless night- she sees it: A crack in time. A figure from a forgotten empire. A warning wrapped in petals and pain. As the veil between the past and the present thins, Sidra must walk a path laced with riddles, haunted by visions, and followed by the echo of a curse that chose her before she was even born. "They thought she was strange. They didn't know... she was chosen."

Just a short story on patriotism but don't underestimate it. It's enough to get you goosebumps!😉