a collection of short stories ❤️

"𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔" ••• rewriting the book! •••

★ ⋆ a one shot ⋆ ★

"𝒎𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒓, 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓" +++ Muntazir • मुंतज़िर • منتظر ~ one who waits. +++ Zaviyar Agha had everything in the palm of his hand except for one thing, or better yet, one person. While Ariha on the other hand, for her, life was beautiful. She had it all, perfect parents, perfect friends, and perfect life. Everyone loved her, and it wasn't difficult to fall in love with her but there was one person who loved her a little more than anyone else, waiting for her to see him like he saw her, But what to do, one is clueless and one is waiting to express his love to his clueless sweetheart. +++

"𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎" ••• There's an unspoken rule about your best friend's brother, 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 but when the said brother is the exact definition of your imaginary boyfriend, rules get blurry and lines get crossed. It was supposed to be just a birthday party but eyes met, that unknown feeling took residence, and in middle of all the chaos, There was a beginning of something forbidden yet something so real for both of them. Just a normal crush, right? No.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

"𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖" ••• People meet by accident, People fall in love by accident, But people surely don't become someone's baby daddy accidentally, or do they? What started as an innocent lie, trapped them into a marriage, entwining their fates with unexpected partners. But here's the catch, the marriage won't last forever, the holy bond wasn't so holy, a contractual bond emerged, benefitted them both and bound them together, at least for a while. Falling in love was thrown out of the window the moment she signed the contract, she wasn't going to fall in love with an egoistic, arrogant and self-centred-asshole of a lawyer anyways. ••• "No love drama, right?" "I'd rather die."

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐. 𖤐───── 𝑨 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅. ─────𖤐 𝙍𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚, a 33 year old jeweler and CEO. A man of few words, known for his cold nature and sharp mind. Calm, calculated and always in control. He sees life as a chessboard, every move planned, every person a piece. Living to maintain power, control and the legacy he carries. 𝘼𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙈𝙚𝙝𝙧𝙖, a 28 year old, hardworking model who knows her worth and never settles for less, driven by a constant need to prove herself. Beautiful, strong and kind at heart. A daughter who always chose her family over herself, even at the cost of her own life. An accident stole her memories, leaving her to live a life she doesn't remember. Her smile is just a mask, hiding a pain she can't escape. Living a life built on fragments she can't remember, yet carrying emotions she can't escape. ♛ ⟡ ♛ Avani never expected marriage or love. It was never something she dreamed of. But fate had other plans, cruel and calculated. She became nothing more than a deal, a forced arranged marriage, a bond that existed only on paper. Now tied to a man she avoids, she tries to escape him, unaware that every step of this was planned by him, just to have her. ⟡⋆⟡ "You think I choose this marriage?" She snapped, her voice breaking. "I never wanted this, Rivash." "But, I did." ☾⋆☽ "Seven years he waited, seven years he burned and now that she is his even if she runs, he will drag her back." ⚛︎ Eternally tied to him ⚛︎