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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭—𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬, 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫. 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲… 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥. 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐚. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞—𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. Bsed on author's love story

Jeene Bhi De

No one saw her. No one saw the bride left behind on the mandap, her dignity crushed beneath the weight of a choice that was never hers. No one saw her heartbreak, her silent suffering as the man who was supposed to be hers married another—right in front of her eyes. The hall was filled with gasps, whispers, even joy. But not a single emotion was for her. For two days, she wandered, unseen, unheard—her once vibrant eyes turning hollow, lifeless. And then, on a lonely bridge, as the wind tugged at the remnants of a wedding that never was, someone finally saw. The man who had destroyed her world. But was it too late?

Silsila Ye Chahat Ka

She was the second choice in a love story that was never hers to begin with. For seven years, she waited—not for grand gestures, not for declarations of love, but for a single moment where he would see her, not as a shadow of the past, but as the woman who stood beside him. But how long can a heart wait before it forgets how to hope? For seven years, Ishaani has lived in a marriage where she exists but is never seen. As Aarav’s second wife, she has spent every day in the shadow of a love that still lingers—his love for his first wife, the one he lost but never let go. She tried to fight, tried to make him see her, but silence became her answer, indifference her fate. Now, as her letters unfold the untold story of her pain, her longing, and the love she once dreamed of, Aarav is forced to face the truth—he was never alone in his grief, but he made her live in loneliness. Can he atone for years of neglect? Or is it too late to bring back the woman who had once waited for him with open arms?

𝙏𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 : 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗱-𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 2 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆-𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖭𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽. 𝖠 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇. 𝖠 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾-𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇.

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