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Here I m standing with tears in my eyes wearing the heavy bridal lehenga, It was my wedding day, in which I dreamt to be the most special day of my life but here situation is opposite and today is the worst day of my life or my worst days started, He hold my arm with his palm and pushed me in the center of huge lavish hall, I landed on my knees and with the support of my hands i prevented myself for falling more. The voice of my scream echoed in whole hall, soon the family members witness me and the situation.. "Kaun hai yeh ladki, Tahir" a middle aged woman spoke with little harsh tone. He was about to say something but again someone spoke and this time it was a young girly voice, "Tumne isse shadi karli, hum dono shadi karne wale the n" her voice showed only anger and disappointment I can't belive that he was the same person whom I called my love. He is the one who ruined my life, my everything. He didn't left my heart broken but shattered. He didn't only enjoy my pain but my body too. He didn't ruined me but destroyed me. ____ "Sign karo yeh divorce paper aur dafa ho jao, hamare ghar se" the same middle aged voice ordered me. I started at him but he looks least bothered here, his signing column is empty but I m sure he will the happiest person after signing it. He is standing beside the girl whom he was going to get married a long ago. But they don't know that his blood is also growing inside me, the heir of this house who will be having their surname after his name After signing the papers i step out after looking at him with tears and left. Everything ended up! ____ She just dreamt to be with him but he made her dream as nightmare. The story only of revenge where she loves him and he hates her..he just want to make her suffer the worst. In this story where everything represents revenge, is there any chance of love? Will she get his love? #WILL EDIT THIS SOON. TOLERATE PLEASE#

Four separate souls -- Raman, Ishita, Ruhi, and Adi -- in four separate cities; but somehow CONNECTED. How? Read to find out.... Ishita Iyer has been dreaming of a life as a dentist, wife, and mother, but destiny plays a cruel joke on her, as her dreams are shattered by her fiancé Subbu right before their engagement. She moves to Delhi with her family, searching for the remedy of her broken heart, only to find happiness in the most unexpected place. Raman Bhalla was a blessed son, brother, husband, and father, only to have his world destroyed by his wife Shagun after five long years of marriage. Cursed with a scorched soul and burned by the weakness called love, he flees from Delhi, only to find peace and joy in the very place he left behind. Disclaimer: This is my retelling of the iconic show "Yeh Hai Mohabbatein." I am a huge fan of the initial 1.5-2 years which were telecast at 11 pm. Those initial days of YHM are the inspiration for my story. I attempt to close loopholes and expand on relationships and character conflicts that were insufficiently addressed on the show (in my opinion). The characters here are all the same as in the original show. The only difference is that Simi's husband and Ananya's father is a guy named Pulkit. Both Simi and Pulkit are good people and happily married. Param is not a character in this story. If you are unfamiliar with the original characters, please refer to the family trees added with the trailer. Although the story and premise is different, I will be recreating certain tracks that could have gone better in my opinion (Ishita's infertility; custody trial of both Ruhi and Adi; Mani's entry and Raman's jealousy; Ishita's insecurities regarding Shagun; IshRa pregnancy track and Pihu's birth). Please feel free to leave comments or feedback, if you like. I hope you enjoy reading! ❤️😊 [Note: English Translations have been added in italics.]

"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.

I'll die instead of doing marriage but here I'm standing at door of his hell becoming the wife of the King of Mafia. He fisted my hair tightly and pushed me roughly and I fell down on ground. I look up and found men looking at me with lust I move my head back and look at him. " Remember one thing this is my territory and the one who has come here once, never goes back " the Devil said. I swear one day he'll himself let me go. ______ "You won't touch me" my voice come out confident like I wanted, he didn't answer me. " Why? Are you not man? " I mocked him with a slight chukle. Have you seen Saitan? I have and the moment I saw his eyes I know this is my end. Pure black colour. I just simply close my eyes and release my breath waiting for the consequences. It won't take much time and I feel a harsh grip on my hair like his is ripping them off he pushed me forward and I fell on something soft. " What did you said bitch? He growled in my ear, I just fisted the sheets. ____ " Move your eyes down" he growled at me. I bend according to his every wish, every demand neither raise my voice nor my eyes but now that's enough he took away the reason of my life now I'm not afraid of death. " Ab toh na yeh sar jhukega or na yeh ankhen" I said looking in his eyes I can see the strom rising in his deep charcoal eyes. { Now neither my head will bow down nor my eyes} " Bohot gurur hai tumhe bas kuch din, in kuch dino tumhare gurur le sath sath tumhe bhi tod denge" he said through clehched teeth stepping in closer to me establishing his dominance but I didn't move back. { You have so much ego just few days, in these few days I'll break you with your ego} " Dekhte hai " { Let's see} _____ I'm standing infront of his hell first time I was forced to come here but this time I come with my choice. " Swagat karo mera" I look at the huge iron door of his hell which is front of me. { Welcome me} " Tumhari maut aayi hai" I smriked. { Your death has come}

"I love you, Ahaan." He was shocked and started laughing. "Tum has kyu rahe ho." "Tum baat hi aisi kar rahi ho. Haa ye baat sach hai ki tum mujse pyaar karti ho but main tumse koi pyaar nahi karta. Sorry, Ms. Ishqi I reject your proposal. Main toh bas apni insult ka badla lena chahta tha." ................................................... "Tumne kal shaam ko jis papers par sign kiye the vo hamari marriage ke papers the." She was shocked and tears started flowing from her eyes. "Aisa kaisa kar sakte ho tum. Main jab behoshi ki halat mein thi tab tumne mera fayda uthakar papers par zabardasti sign leliye. " .................................................... "Apni biwi aur bacche ko maut ke muh mein dhakelna jaruri tha tumhare liye. Pehle maine kaha tha ki tumhare saath rehne se muje sabse jyada safe feel hota hai, but ab sabse jyada Darr tumse hi lagta hai." .....................................................

"Tum toh student ho na? College jaane ka koi irada nahi hai?" ("You're a student, right? Don't you plan to go to college anymore?") he asked. "Oohh mein toh bhool hi gayi thi ke mein student bhi hoon. Mujhe laga mein ab housewife hoon, aur sirf apne shohar ki baat banti hoon," ("Oh, I completely forgot that I'm still a student. I thought I've become a housewife now, only here to please my husband,") she replied. "Stop being sarcastic all the time. I'm tired of your replies. Anyway, I didn't say anything to you, but at least you should have asked me ki mein college jaa sakti hoon ya nahi?" ("Stop being sarcastic all the time. I'm tired of your replies. Anyway, I didn't say anything to you, but at least you should have asked me if you could go to college or not?") he said. "Mujhe laga I am caged in this golden cage," ("I felt like I am caged in this golden cage,") she said, leaving him shocked. "Are you serious?" ("Are you serious?") he asked with a disgusted expression. "Mazaak kar rahi hoon. Anyway, the main thing is ki mujhe college jaana pasand nahi hai. Tbh, aisa ghar ho, nonstop high-speed Wi-Fi ho, food ho, sone ke liye comfy bed ho, upar se shower toh mashallah ayee hayee soch ke hi sukoon mil jaati hai. Phone, laptop, iPad, 🎧 aur kya chahiye insaan ko," ("I'm kidding! Anyway, the truth is I don't like going to college. Honestly, if I have a home like this, with nonstop high-speed Wi-Fi, food, a comfy bed to sleep in, and a heavenly shower ah, just thinking about it brings peace. Add a phone, laptop, iPad, and headphones what more does a person need?") she said. ------- TROPES: He fell first and harder Marriage of Convenience Age gap romance Mafia x Student Muslim love story ----- ABOUT THE STORY: Izazat is a short story, so you'll find fewer details and quicker transitions between scenes. It's designed to be fast-paced and engaging, focusing on the core emotions and events.

Naina was standing in the corner.....and crying wishing if her father was here to hide her in his arms away from all the humiliation but on the other hand she could not forget how her father was humiliated just for supporting his daughter...Is it a crime to support your daughter...to think for her happy and better future...to prepare her for any problems....thinking all this she started crying again......when someone called her from behind... Voice: Excuse me!! I'm sorry wasn't eavesdropping but...whatever you said there..... Even before he could complete she roared at him... Naina: What the heck? Ab kya tum bhi mujhe gyaan doge ki ldkiyon ko kaise baat krni chahiye aur kaise nii...haan bolo....😡😡😡 Voice: Dekhiye aap... Naina: Kya dekhu haan? Bolo...mtlb tum jaise ldke naa...pata nii khud ko kya smjhte hain....tumhe kisne haq dia kisi k bhi character p comment krne kaa...haan bolo...nii actually glti tumhaari nii hai...is desh k 90% aadmi yahi sochte hai naa....ki ldki hai..padhi likhi hai to characterless arrogant hi hogi...aur usi basis p uski family ko bhi judge kr lete ho...hai naa? 😡😡😡 Boy: I just wanted to say this that u r brave girl...never loose this confidence...and also I wanted to give uhh this tissue...tumhaari naak beh rii h...🤭🤭 Naina Shukla 27 yr old NRI Sameer Maheshwari 29yr old biggest fashion designer and business tycoon of India Samaina love cum arranged marriage story ❤️❤️❤️ How both come from totally different worlds but still help each other overcome their fears and insecurities Set in 2021 Read to know more Cover credit: @ _yesha_jain_

__The Broken Souls__ A RiAnsh Story __COMPLETED__ Cover credit:- @awesomeshivu _Top Rankings_ #7 in iloveyou #1 in ihateyou #1 in withoutyou "Shivaansh, I want to say something." 21 year old girl said. "Yup... Say..." The boy who was sitting in his room comfortably scrolling through his insta account said. "I-I.. Love... You..." She said shuttering, though she trusted at him, becoz they were best friend from last 3 months. "What? U must be kidding right?" The boy whose name was Shivaansh replied, not focusing on her. "N--No... I really love u. I don't know how this happened. But I just know one thing that I L-Love You. I don't want ur answer now. Take ur time. " She replied assuring him. "Apni aukaat Dekhi hai tumne? Do u see urself? I don't want ur time, u know why? Becoz I don't love u and can never do. Main kaha or tum kaha." Saying this he stood up from his bed, keeping his phone down he again started. "Jaa ke kuchh bano pahle baad me pyaar karna. Muhabbat dayro me rah ke ki jaati hai. And moreover I love someone else." Shivaansh replied making disgusting face. "U r lying. U never told me that u love someone. U r lying right?" The girl said tears were not going to stop from her eyes not this soon. "No Adhira. I Love Her. U know why? Becoz we belong to the same status. And what is ur status? Nothing becoz u r just a maid in my mansion." Shivaansh replied with a smirk. "NO. I M NOT A MAID." She yelled at him. At that time there were no one so no one heard their conversation. "Oh come on it didn't make any difference, U r Maid Or Maid's daughter." He said and walked away from the room, Adhira fell into her knee, she became a crying mess. Pyaar karna galat nhi hota, galat aadmi se pyaar karna galat hota hai, ... Started:- 16/03/2020 Completed:- 10/11/2020

First book in mahajan series 🦋✨ Stand-alone ✨🦋 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Arnav : kyu itni naadan bane? Ek paagal ka armaan bane? Shreeja : Ab lout k Jana mushkil hai Maine chhod dia hai jag saara Isilie tujhse mai pyaar karun Ki tu ek baadal aawara ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "I ran away from the wedding cause...I LOVE SOMEONE ELSE." Aarohi dropped a bomb in her house. "Who is that guy?" Her father asked angrily yet grumpily. "DEVANSH" Devansh chocked on his water. All her friends and cousins looked at her with widened eyes. "What?" Everyone asked in synch. "Y..yeah." She held his arm and pulled him infront of her hitler like father. "He is shocked because he came to know this today." She grinned infront of him signalling to agree but smiled fake infront of the family. "H..haan.., haan mujhe bhi...aaj hi pata chala" he laughed awkwardly. Which was somewhat true ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "Yeh..aap....neeche utariye mujhe!" She stammered nervously when shikhar lifted her up in his arms. "Sapne dekhna chhod dijie biwi ji." He smirked. "Ab to aapke charan zameen ko tab hi sparsh karenge jab aap ye admit karengi I danced better than shreeja in the party." He teased her. "Wo to Mai kabhi admit nahi karungi." She rolled her eyes. "Then hamesha k lie meri baahon me aise hi rehne k lie taiyaar ho jaiye premika ji." ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Their worlds are different,situations are different, conditions are different and even curriers are different but still they are bound together. Bound by a hidden string called friendship. Bound by a little spark called love. Let's see how their destinies collide. With your dearest Isha. Starting date : August 26, 2025 [Tuesday]. ❤️ Ending date :

Shubman just stood there, frozen stiff. His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. His chest felt tight, breath uneven, like he couldn't find air.Then suddenly, Ishan stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him tightly."I missed you, Shubi..." Ishan's voice cracked as tears ran down his cheeks. "I missed you so much. Please... forgive me, Shubi. I'm sorry. ." The words struck Shubman like lightning. His body tensed, and his eyes flooded with emotion-pain, anger, helplessness-all mixing together. He stepped back, gently but firmly pushing Ishan away.Ishan looked at him through tears, his lips trembling. "Shubi... please, at least say something."Shubman stared at him with red eyes, voice trembling but cold. "Don't. Just don't say my name." "Shubi, please-" "I said stop!" Shubman's voice broke. For a moment, his anger burned through his tears. But then he fell silent, unable to speak further, unable to look at Ishan again. His heart was pounding so hard it hurt. _________________________________________ " Because I don't want to talk to you, I am not interested" he said snatching his pen. " Listen am sorry please talk------" she was cutt of by dhruv . "You think an apology makes it all okay?" he shot back, turning away. " But------" " Please go and prank someone with your friends, leave me alone, I don't want to talk to you" he said and got up and left. " I will earn your forgiveness." Kiran whispered and left from there. _________________________________________ " You go, why have you come back. Whatever you want, but I have learned to live without you, now please go back. " She let out while crying. " Betu please don't say this " ishan said and tried to hug her but she again pushed him . " Just stay away from , I hate you " kiran said angrily. _________________________________________