Истории Traditional

Collection of traditional love stories. محفل میں باربار انہی پر نظر گئی ہم نے بچائی لاکھ مگر پھر ادھر گئی 💫Short stories of traditional Pakistani weddings and customs. ~Milan ☑️(Childhood nikkah based) ~Sehar-e-Ishq☑️ (Kidnapping based) ~Jan-e-Tamanna☑️ (After Marriage based) ~Haal-e-Dil ☑️(Rom-Com/love marriagebased) ~Husn-e-Jaana☑️(Second chance based) ~Humsafar☑️ (Second marriage based) 《NOTE》This story will majorly contain urdu language, and I won't be translating the dialogues. []Urdu/Hindi readers, it is for you. 《#3 in junoon 12-10-2020》 《#1 in mohabbat 19-10-2020》 《#3 in Pakistan 19-10-2020》 《#1 in nikkah 16-11-2020》 《#1 in muslimlovestory 16-11-2020》 《#1 in perfectcouple 24-11-2020》 《#1 in islamiclovestory 3-12-2020》 《#1 in Ishq 4-01-2021》 《#1 in Urdu 26-03-2021》 《#1 in ambassadorspk 31-03-2021》 《#1 in Pyaar 12-05-2021》 🍁Alhumdulilah

Meenakshi never imagined marriage would feel this lonely. Raised in a strict yet loving middle-class family, she grew up believing patience, silence, and sacrifice were a woman's greatest strengths. Quiet and deeply traditional despite being raised in the city, she enters the powerful Reddy household as the wife of the eldest son - Raghav Reddy. A man feared more than respected. At thirty, Raghav Reddy is known for his discipline, cold silence, and traditional values. In his world, rules matter more than emotions, and family honor comes before everything else. Their marriage was arranged within weeks. To the world, they looked perfect together - the powerful heir and the innocent bride wrapped in silk sarees and gold jewelry. But behind closed doors, their relationship is filled with distance, misunderstandings, silent fights, and unspoken emotions. In a house where every step is watched and every mistake is remembered, Meenakshi struggles to find her place in her husband's life. And Raghav? He is a man who does not know how to love gently. But sometimes, the quietest hearts leave the deepest impact. A slow-burn South Indian arranged marriage romance filled with traditions, family drama, possessive love, emotional tension, and the journey of two strangers tied together by sacred vows.

Hello, lovely readers! Welcome to my first desi story. I hope you will enjoy reading it❣️ Happy reading✨️

Before the battlefield stole their tomorrow, there was laughter, moonlit nights, and words left unsaid... And across countless lifetimes, one promise remains unchanged: they'll always find each other again. A/N: I DO NOT OWN HAIKYUU NOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. All events are purely fictional, inspired by some Japanese history.

နယ်စားမင်း ဦးခွန်ကျော်စွာနှင့်သူ၏Omegaလေး ဝီလီယမ် ရှိန်ဝါတို့ရဲ့ Arranged Marriage။ Paid Story

Inspired by BOYNEXTDOOR official content, I Past-Life Experience - WITH BOYNEXTDOOR I - 100% fictional

May I now present one of my favourite thing I have wrote, it has cuteness, happiness lots of confusion and especially the INDIAN TADKA. As you all know india have lots of culture and traditions I have picked one from everywhere and added to it. I think the tradition and rituals are cute. So I have mixed so many tradition in it ofcourse for yoonmin's wedding. No one will get offended if the story states jimin as wife sometimes because it's kind of cute. I have tried adding many things if something's missing let me know.

a mallu kpop fanfiction SOME BONDS ARE WRITTEN LONG BEFORE DESTINY🤍 A STORY OF LOVE,LONGING AND FATE🍂

Vedansh aur Saumya ki kahani, Vedansh ki Zubani. None of the characters of the story are real or inspired. --- Arrangement of Hearts Some marriages begin with love. Some begin with family. And some... begin with an arrangement of hearts. Dr. Vedansh Sharma has always lived his life with quiet responsibility. A brilliant surgeon, a devoted son, and a man who built his family's dream home with his own hands-his life has always been about duty before desire. Saumya Mishra is the opposite kind of dreamer. A writer with ink-stained fingers, music in her soul, and stories blooming in her mind, she believes love should feel like poetry... not paperwork. When their families arrange their marriage, Vedansh and Saumya step into a bond neither of them truly understands yet. Two strangers. Two families already intertwined. Two hearts learning how to share the same home. Between late-night conversations, stolen glances across the courtyard of Svapnaseva Nivas, quiet acts of care, and the warmth of chaotic family dinners, something unexpected begins to grow. Not dramatic. Not loud. But steady. Soft. Real. Because sometimes love isn't about finding the perfect person. Sometimes it's about two imperfect hearts slowly arranging themselves around each other. --- "Saumyaji..." Vedansh said softly. "Ji?" "Agar aapko kabhi lage... ki yeh rishta sirf ek arrangement hai..." He paused, his voice gentler than the night around them. "Toh batayiye ga. Main usse love story bana dunga." (If you ever feel this relationship is only an arrangement... tell me. I will turn it into a love story.) Saumya looked at him, her heart doing something strange, something new. Maybe some love stories don't begin with a confession. Maybe they begin with a promise. ---

✨ TAQDEER KE TEEN RANG ✨ Har insaan ki zindagi mein ek aisa mod aata hai jahan pyaar, sapne aur taqdeer ek dusre se takra jaate hain. Kya taqdeer sab kuch badal degi? 📖 Read now..

මම අන්තිම පාරට මේ නළල ඉඹලම යන්න ද මගේ වෙද මහත්තයෝ! මගේම නොවුණු මගේ පිංසාර නාමල.. මම නැතත් හැමදාම ලස්සනට පිපිලා මේ ලෝකේ සුවඳ කරන්න..

စောပယ်ထော်မူးနယ်သူး + မောင်ဟင်္သါမိုး မင်းမျက်ရည်က ငါ့အတွက်ဆေးဆိုရင် မင်းအတွက် ဆေးက ငါ့ရဲ့သွေးပါ သဘိုလ်း... #စောပယ်ထော်မူးနယ်သူး ဒီအသက်ဓာတ်ကို သေတဲ့အထိ စောင့်ရှောက်ပေးပါ့မယ်.... ထာဝရချစ်တယ်.. ယဝါ.. #ဟင်္သါမိုး ( +) ကြောင့် big warningပေးခြင်းမဟုတ်၊ violence ' go to war များ ပါဝင်ခြင်းကြောင့်ဖြစ်သည်။ ကြိုက်မှဖတ်ပါ..။

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐭 🥹🙌 ★ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ 4ᴛʜ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢꜱ! (ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀʟ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ) ★ 𝐈𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬~ 1- My Digital/Traditional Arts (It depends on my current hyper fixations and what i yap about all the time-) 2- Gifts/Birthday arts for my friends 3- Art trade 4- Random art/doodles ★ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐆𝐨𝐚𝐥: Reaching 100 Chapters as possible 🗣️🙌 Enjoy the chaos that i'll create here~✨

Just an ordinary boy living out his life in University, passing by everyday without a notice against all others. There absolutely nothing out of the ordinary with this main character, surely. I think? Moving along, romance benevolently resides in his life, after all, it's probably needed after the incident with a significant other occurred

Love story Of Crown Prince & Indian Princess

What is a family? What is a home? Everyone may have their own definition. Yet one truth remains unchanged: every choice demands consequences, and every consequence comes at a cost. Something not merely possessed, but chosen. Fought for. And sometimes. . . paid for through loss. For those who endure until the very end, the meaning of family and the idea of home will sink deeper than nails, outlast oceans, and linger far longer than stars in the sky. << Release on every Saturday: GMT+7 >>

✩ You Are The One For Me ✩

•New theme• •New story• Summer///🏵️💛💧 But 🤩 fun. Traditional...passed down But something ⚡️ sparks La La La 🫂☀️🌸💚💛🩵🤍

"He couldn't be her saviour when he was the one holding the cage. " Meher pushed his hands away with a fierce, desperate strength, refusing to let him touch her. "Aapne mujhse jhoot bola. Jab aapne mujhse shadi ki, toh aap mere shohar nahi ban rahe the, aap ek nayi case file khol rahe the! Mujhe is ghar mein lakar patak diya jahan har deewar mujhse nafrat karti hai. Aur aap... aap har raat mere samne khare hokar maafi maangte hain? Kis baat ki maafi?" "Toh phir aap bilkul galat sochti hain!" Azaan confessed rawly, his voice cracking violently in the center of the room. He leaned down, his forehead almost touching hers, his breath hot against her skin. "Mujhe khud nahi pata chala, Meher... mujhe khud nahi pata chala kab aap meri aadat ban gayien! Kab yeh tafteesh khatam hui aur kab aap meri saans ban gayien." . . . The Shahveer mansion was never a home. It was a cold, marble fortress built on dark political secrets, unforgiving dynastic rivalries, and an absolute thirst for retribution. At the center of it all stood Azaan Shahveer-the ruthless, untouchable heir who lived for one thing only: Revenge. And he found the perfect pawn to destroy his enemies. Thrust into a forced marriage with a man who looks at her with nothing but cold hatred, Meher Fatima enters the Shahveer fortress. She knows she is walking into a trap. She knows she has been married for vengeance. But what Azaan doesn't realize is that Meher isn't a fragile doll to be broken-she is a survivor. Trapped in a web of strategic silences and family betrayals, Azaan promises to make her life a living hell. But as the dark secrets of the past begin to unravel, the lines between hatred and obsession begin to blur. Can a marriage built on the ashes of revenge survive the ultimate storm? Or will the ruthless heir end up burning his entire empire down just to keep his pawn safe? GENRE: Romance • Family Drama • Slow Burn • Mystery • Emotional Urdu Fiction Copyright © [@SoumyaNashine]. @Wattpad

A beautiful tale of family dynamics filled with love, care, problems, secrets, and forgiveness. A siblings and cousins saga with a lot of drama. The family is led by a grandfather (retired mafia king). This story mainly revolves around the lives of two cousins - Shahzayn Ibrahim (the present mafia king) and Layina Ibrahim. Their family got them married when they were kids due to the last wish of Layina's parents, but the legal marriage has not yet taken place. Both have completely opposite personalities. Though they always had a good relationship in the past, but because of an incident that happened a decade ago, they became like strangers to each other. Read to find out what fate holds for them in their future. Note - this story will have consensual domestic discipline as well as contain non-sexual spanking of minors and adults and corporal punishments. Don't like....don't read. I sincerely hope you enjoy and appreciate the story and please feel free to ask questions and leave comments. All rights reserved to me.