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The sweetest love story, spanning years, set during the end of the British Raj; A pre Liberated India. Arnav is Arnob. It's that rare nostalgic scent of yesterday that lingers in your memory long after it has faded. My favorite city, my favorite jodi mixed with some hot new characters makes it a fucklicious tale from start to end! Warning: Invalid argument supplied for foreach() in /srv/users/serverpilot/apps/jujaitaly/public/index.php on line 447.

To select the best out of dozens upon dozens of gorgeous tales is an arduous task and not a particularly fair one as each story hold its own merit. However, in celebration of half a decade of delightful storytelling, I thought it would be exciting to share favorites and give shout outs to beloved writers. A thank you and hug to everyone who participated by submitting their! I relished seeing personal favorites as well as fresh stories pop up, my To-Read list has definitely doubled.

I would also like to thank my panel, who were roped into working over the holidays to tally up the votes and also weigh in on the many many ties we ended up with. S, Mel, ZZ – Muah! The goal was to name 50 fan favorites. Between WordPress & Twitter we ended up with 637 nominations! There were so many close ties, we had to come up with a deal breaker; thus, every nomination that included a reason why received an extra half point and the final list was expanded to 55.

Before unveiling the results, I would like to state that this Hall of Fame does not encompass all the best tales from the IPKKND Ficverse. This is a fandom that brims with such incredible talents, no finite list would be able to capture the full scope. However, these are tales that came to the mind of readers when asked, therefore, I hope you will join me in celebrating it for what it is. Several have asked why include stories that are no longer available to indulge in and to that I can only say – Good fiction has no expiration date and brilliant pens should be honored. (Besides, you may be surprised by how many long gone pens cast a shadow over this site. The IPKKND Ficverse presents the 2016: by Napstermonster The story which made me cry at 12:30 am. A beautiful heartbreaking tale revolving around Arnav and his little girl.

― sweetsonai I’m not one for stories that don’t focus on ArHi’s romance, cause I’m often just waiting for the writer to cut the crap and focus on what everyone is interested in (let’s be real). But this this had me hooked, line and sinker, right from the get go. It doesn’t feature blooming hearts and restless souls and kisses and glances and sex and the rest but it DOES feature brilliant writing, brilliant story telling and a plot that will twist, test and turn your faith in happily ever afters. I have never cried for any Fan Fiction or even any professionally written novel but I cried like a little baby after finishing AGNK. It takes real talent and a real gut wrenching story to do that.

It’s sheer brilliance and a tale every IPKKND fan should read. ― Zee This is one about Arnav and a little girl, without the older Khushi, but so touching that i can assure that you will have a mini-cry fest reading it. Sometimes, a cryfest is good for the soul, as you all know ladies! So, don’t miss it if you have ― jdronamraju (2) by IPK007 The sweetest love story, spanning years, set during the end of the British Raj; A pre Liberated India. Arnav is Arnob, a Zamindar’s son on the way to be a doctor.

He has been saddled with a bride he neither wants nor knows what to do with. Khushi is his child bride who still plays with her doll. It is a story about the nurturing of a relationship. The gradual growth – from just the abstract thought of family to a quiet friendship that culminates into a love against a dangerous backdrop of rebellion, and the threat of a war. I feel saying more would take away from the magic of it all.

Just go read it people. ― Bingala Jen has a number of wonderful stories but this one, I think, is my favourite. A bittersweet period tale set in in the early 20th century, Calcutta. ― theincorrigiblemagpie A periodic tale set in pre-independence era. The author’s brilliance lies in showcasing the blossom of love between a man and his child bride as their relationship progresses with time and distance. ― Wissensdurst (3) Dawn, Noon and Dusk by AquaSandhya A story which showed so many facets of human relationships and a story which made me smile, laugh, love and cry equally.

This is an absolute classic. ― canapoem An expansive tale of love, friendship, family, told in surroundings that come alive with her words.

The vicissitudes of life laid bare. ― Ruchi This Story is bundle of three friends, life’s curve balls, battle of adopted kid and tickling romance. ― jduke (4) by RockBarbie Thriller with a pinch of romance is what I love the most and this story perfectly fits the bill. The twists and turns in the storyline will always leave you asking for more. ― sweetsonai If I could, I would include all of this woman’s work. But I chose The Cult because it is not a traditional ArHi story.

It’s a story which happens to have Arnav and Khushi in it. I love that about it. It’s unapologetic in its themes and ideas and is beautiful for it. ― Palaayan the ending. The ending is why this story is on this list. I can never forget how deep that ending hit me because I for one was not expecting.

The story is not cute or romantic – its thrilling and at some points scary for a scaredy cat like me. But it is so worth the read and so worth the spot here. ― reallyayla (5) The Emerald Isle Tales by Meera30 To quote the titles of each of the three books– “A little bit of magic, a little bit of life, a little bit of love.” This story breaks my heart, makes me squeal, makes me sigh, makes me rage-y, makes me cry, and makes me long for a Goa I’ve never known in real life. Think modern day witches, ancient magic, Irish curses, Goan beaches, betrayal, soulmates, family, friendship, and three couples you can’t help but love. ― theincorrigiblemagpie First of all, Meera crafted an entire world, within a world. It straddled the line between fantasy/reality in a way that made the magic feel so very real, all while dealing with the very realistic fall out of loss, grief, heartbreak, family expectations, and just plain life. I consider it her magnum opus, but I’m sure she’ll write something else one day that kicks this off the top.

It’s not perfect, but it comes pretty damn close. Also, nearly everyone finds love.😉 ― Kadeen If ever a tale deserves your best love letter, it would be this magical piece of wrenching bliss by Meera. There are writers and then there are storytellers, let there be no doubt that Meera is a storyteller. The way she weaves language, love and life together made the residents of the Emerald Isle unforgettable. Their dreams, their heartaches, their mistakes, their desires all matter because somehow they’ve become people you genuinely care about. I cannot express how long a hold this tale had on my thoughts. It’s that rare nostalgic scent of yesterday that lingers in your memory long after it has faded.

― shipperk THIS STORY!!! It literally takes you into another world. Its a magical world but its not flying cars or magic potions. Instead its about life, love, friendships and family. Its a long journey but so worth every step of the way. Again every character in the story is interesting, there are some not from the IPK universe but still they are amazing and fit in well with everyone else. I so wish it comes back online so I can read it again.

― reallyayla (6) by Vgedin (Twiggy) For sheer courage to take a setting that reeks romance and create a visual of life from it. ― meera30 This story is very simple but very powerful. Arnav and Khushi are already together loll so no dramas on that port but that’s what makes this story so refreshing and so beautiful – its Arnav and Khushi’s relationship, their relationship with Khushi’s family and Arnav’s family and their workplace. Please do give it a go!

― reallyayla (7) by Anarocksick Bonds and memories develop over too sweet chai, cigarette smoke and sitting on the rooftop staring into the horizon. A story of taking chances and doing things right the second time. A group of office friends on a trip to Valley of Flowers. ― aquagal01 There is an honesty to this story by Ana.

The characters are people I know, live with, sometimes observe and often even mock. There are no dramatics to these people just emotions stemming straight from the heart. ― Palaayan (8) by Saucechips LOL. I read this all night, nearly woke up the entire household, and it is now 6.30 a.m. This may be the funniest thing I have ever read.

I promise you that it’s worth it once you get past the formatting. ― Kadeen One word, cement pile 😂― ladkikijhy An amazingly witty, funny and light hearted story which has a feisty Khushi and frankly drool worthy Arnav. One of the first things I ever read on IF, and again one which has stayed with me for a long time ― Palaayan (9) Revealed by Chokri_ASR (Jigs) Because if you ever want to know how to make a marriage work, this should be mandatory reading. ― bluemystique This story elicited feelings in me I didn’t even realise were still so close to the surface.

Nothing in life should be taken for granted, let alone a soul stirring love. Her characters inspire as much as make you drool. As for Aneri, I remain besotted. ― Ruchi Why- because it a story about how a much in love couple drifts away not because of any misunderstandings but because they love the other too much and cannot bear the pain that the other is going through. It is also a story about how family relations especially those with parents and siblings can leave a long lasting scar. And last but not the least – it’s a story about a beautiful sweet girl who will capture your heart with her cuteness, vulnerability and maturity all at the same time!

― bellacoolioif An exquisitely written story which starts with our favorite jodi on the brink of a divorce, their heartening journey of finding each other again and becoming parents. And the unforgettable child protoganist Aneri. This story resonated with me on a personal level. The sensitivity and love with which it has been narrated has left me amazed.

― nzmonica (10) by Expelliarmus This was more than just a story that had me go insane with the plot that was simple in premise, but then with Juhi it never is. She found a way to add her signature touch with this very well written story.

Arnav from Shaadi is my one of my favorites, so much so that I read this story more times than I should admit out loud. And this is from a person, that rarely reads something again.

I should also add it was being a Baaraati from the beginning that made this journey so unforgettable. One that has given me some very special friends. For that it will be always be at the top for me. ― Jigs Romance, chemistry, passion – this story shows us the peak of all these three emotions.

What a delightful read Shaadi is. Juhi keeps us glued to the story till the end.

― canapoem Because what she can do with two characters and, at first glance, a simple premise, is mindblowing. ― bluemystique (11) by Girl of Fire I have a soft spot for westerns, must be the years of growing up in a household that constantly has Unforgiven and Tombstone in the background. Send my favorite lovers to that era and you have me at howdy.

To my delight, however, DH delivered on so much more than an entertaining story set in the wild west. Using familiar characters and tropes, it delved into the dynamics of frontier life and the established roles of men and women, then proceeded to loop and twist it up in fresh ways that keeps those cowboy boots off its heels. ― shipperk I love you for recommending this to me.

Who knew that ArHi + The Wild West would make for such an amazing story?! Also, someone finally put Shyam’s bracelet to good use. I also went gooey every time Arnav used his secret name for Khushi. Also Lavanya and Aman as a couple added to the swoon factor. ― Nutty Dusty Haven was so engrossing, I did something I rarely ever do, read an entire story in one sitting. For one whole day I was transported a world of saloons and cattle, wild lands and the men and women who were brave enough to create a home on them.

Arnav was such a heartthrob and GOF gave him a Khushi that gave as good as she got. ― 87_vermil (12) by MadMaxine One of the best redemption stories around, hands down.

Max begins the story within canon and then takes you into a world with far more interesting characters and conversations and motives and reactions. Oh, and Khushi kicks some serious ass. ― theincorrigiblemagpie Few Ficverse writers ever managed to successfully portray Khushi’s resentment of the personal cost of Anjali’s self-centered behavior. But holy hell does Maxine do a fabulous job of addressing the elephant in the room. The cost and consequences of choices is fantastically depicted and the highlight is delivered through Arnav’s emotional journey. The heart aches as this broken man face up to his past mistakes, learn the value of a genuine apology and embrace the humbling experience of fatherhood. ― shipperk Not just about Arnav’s redemption, but also of Khushi growing up to be a strong, confident and very successful women beating all odds.

― cocoamob (13) – Farah53 Arrogant Arnav, Crazy Khushi – family friends, childhood friends not and when after 10 years Arnav returns to India he realises the crazy little minx, sister of his friend, has grown in a beautiful woman. But she is off-limits. But then the sparks fly and they can’t let go. ― aquagal01 If I had to choose just one story, this would be my pick without skipping a beat! Arnav’s ‘Red’ and their unique love is one for the books.

What is beautiful about this story is that it has such a beautiful familial setting. You can’t help but love each and every character. But what jumps out for me is this: Even when this story is set in an alternate universe, Farah stays so true to Arnav and Khushi’s character. There is not a single instance where you cannot imagine them in their roles. Farah understands their underlying quirks and emotions like no other. Love you babe!

I hope you can find time to write more stories. ― TheGreatSin Because you meet a modern Khushi who is a breath of fresh air colliding with an Arnav whose views on marriage conflict with Khushi’s views. Eventually though, he becomes her knight in shining armour! ― pujajk (14) by IPK007 This is the most touching, heart warming and feel good story I have ever read.

Her writing is absolute brilliance and her characters and the struggles they face are so realistic, you cannot help but root for them through it all. She has imprinted various nuances of her Arnav and Khushi into my mind forever – the smell of lavender, the feel of a charcoal pencil on paper, the sound of wood crackling in a fireplace. I really hope this story makes it high upon your list, I truly think ALS deserves to be there. ― Zee Reminds me of Segal’s Love story even though story line is different.

It is her writing,the details.tugs at your heart ― shradha I’m all over second chance romance like rash from poison oak. Not a sexy image is it.:p I really liked how Arnav fell for both mother and son. Their reunion wasn’t abrupt, things weren’t swept under a rug, and by the end you feel like they emerged from all that pain stronger and more in love. ― Nutty (15) by serialjunkie A powerful story that was engaging from the first chapter to the last. My heart broke for Khushi and Arnav, torn between their undeniable pull towards each other and what honor demands.

The Filigreed Sun is the only story in which I felt the love triangle was given full due. More than a love story, it was really a coming of age for many of the characters, and while it was sometimes difficult to agree with their actions, you ultimately wish them happiness in life.

― pyreoftomes Triangles and the havoc they weave. A total heart fuck in which you’re just not the same person as before. ― SM16 Never has a title been so apt in encapsulating the heart of a story. Our journey through life is neither endless days of sunshine nor is it never-ending storms. Instead they are intimately twined together and you can only take each day as it comes, resulting in much uncertainty and heartaches as we each try to make the right choices. SJ taps in on the core desire that drives us – the desperate need to feel alive. Whether that takes us to a path of light or darkness can only be revealed once we’ve taken the turn. ― shipperK The kind of mature, racy, roller-coaster family drama desi TV wishes it could write.

― theincorrigiblemagpie (16) by S & K Just when I was prepared to say goodbye to Arnav and Khushi you opened my heart with a sensual story of lovers and friendship set in the dynamic New York City. Hands down the best bromance I’ve ever read, to the point in which I think my fellow readers couldn’t decide who they love best. I love your Arnav, Khushi, NK, Robbie, Aman, Anjali and of course the amazing Dragon Lady. You gave so many nights of breathlessness, of wrenching poignancy buffered by hilarious exchanges, FWN will always have a special place in my heart. ― pyreoftomes A modern day fairy tale set in the magnetic city of New York. It not only lures the protagonists towards each other but the readers too. The girls can kill us with their scintillating narration and captivating pairing.

And bromance. And suspense. And back stories.

And a lot more. ― Wissensdurst This story is such an amazing read.

What started out as an instant attraction between Arnav and Khushi, took us deeper into their intertwined pasts, the bitter baggage they carried, along with betrayals they have faced and you girls showed the readers how true friendship is just purely divine and it goes beyond few stands of DNA. ― canapoem This one just isn’t a story one reads, but it’s an experience. One that leaves me in a New York state of mind. My favorite city, my favorite jodi mixed with some hot new characters makes it a fucklicious tale from start to end!

― Jigs (17) by Raspberry and Lilac (Vanhi) The best dialogue to describe the above story is: Har ishq ka ek waqt hota hai woh hamara waqt nahi tha par iska yeh matlab nahi ki woh ishq nahi tha Arnav and Khushi fall in love when they are 17 and 15 respectively. But society thought it was not love and separated them. They again met when they were in their twenties to realise that they were always in love with each other.

― canapoem This is the story of teenagers who parted ways without making any promises. It took them twelve years to realize if they have to walk forward that it would be towards each other, not away from one another. The author is one of my favorites and is well versed in penning ensemble stories which makes them all the more loving. ― Wissensdurst (18) by Palaayan Because she chose to tell a tale that so few of us even have the strength to think about, and did it with the bluntness it deserves. ― bluemystique A story true to reality that continues to plague the society from time immemorial. ― anonymous A brutally honest depiction of monsters that exist in daylight.

How To Install Emoji 2 Keyboard On Android more. The intro to Azaadi Ki Udaan was traumatizing, but in its unflinching depiction of the hell Khushi was force to submit to, a deep rooted desire to see her triumph was planted. The journey to recovery was a gentle balm and when a true gentleman sets his heart on this damsel, every piece of your broken heart clamors for their happily ever after. ― shipperK (19) by Smitar Because this *is* the first ever story I read on ArHi and introduced me into the world of Fan Fiction. I adore this story. It’s like an indulgent hot chocolate with marshmallows and cream on a cold winter’s day. This story is comfort and love.

― Palaayan My very first story I read on Arshi at IF which many a constant reader to other Arshi stories. It is beautiful love story which makes you fall in love all over again with Arnav Singh Raizada and our bubbly Khushi😍 ― Alai123 (20) by Mints23 A very simple yet touching redemption story. After telling Arnav the truth about Shyam after their stay at the Guptas, Khushi goes completely silent.

It is possibly the worst kind of punishment for Arnav when he misses that chirpy Khushi who talks a mile a minute and flits about filling his house with fun and laughter. Her silence kills him inside and his guilt consumes him. ― TheGreatSin The most beautiful, emotional yet realistic & logical IPKKND track with Arnav’s repentance. Love every single detail of the story and how his journey of repentance is beautifully penned down. Mints’s writing style is always beautiful, novelistic & poetic. The only complaint is that I wish it could be longer. It’s too good to just be a short story.

I’d love to see this plot written in more details than just story telling in many important points. A must-read for all IPKKND true fan. ― wanderer5902 (21) A Word’s Worth by Meera30 A crackling, delicious read filled with snarky, no-nonsense women, snide jabs at publishing industry politics, flirting in the form of arguing about Art and Literature, intrigues and secrets, and MY MOST FAVOURITE ARNAVJI OF ALL TIME. ― theincorrigiblemagpie I’m a writer, so I may be biased. In this one, Meera once again writes flawed characters who are dealing with important internal conflicts, while trying to break free of the lives they’re living, and find the happiness they missed out on.

In this story, and the first one I mentioned, Meera does an excellent job of making the secondary characters three dimensional. Everyone has their own struggles, their own fears, their own dreams, and their own loves. ― Kadeen Because Meera’s stories pull you in hook, line and sinker. Need I say more? ― bluemystique (22) by Maya Hill (Jalebi Jane) I love the way forced marriage track has been dealt with here. The best thing is that Arnav didn’t need any proof here to know Khushi was not at fault and he has committed a mistake in his anger.

And the characters stay true to themselves as we saw them on the show but with some beautiful additions. ― aquagal01 Who would have thought Button makes for such an endearing name? For a fan of Jane Austen and IPKKND, discovering Maya’s writing is akin to chancing upon that pot of gold. ‘Khushi’ takes you on a voyage of two individuals learning what it means to marry their lives together.

It doesn’t pull back punches as you navigate through choppy waters, but for every storm there is the powerful reminder of the safe harbor one can find in a life mate. While the refined Mr.

Raizada definitely gave Mr. Darcy a run for his millions, it was the breaking of the fourth wall, the intimate address towards a sisterhood that blew my mind. The lines between characters, writer and reader were artfully blurred and there is a sudden realization that you’re no longer reading but experiencing.

― shipperk Because it’s what you want to read when the actual series starts to fail you. Also because Maya creates a world where a bold Khushi and an aggressive and even more headstrong Arnav weave magic. ― pujajk The subtle wit and exquisite use of language makes Maya’s writing a pleasure to read. To be savoured as much as devoured.

― Ruchi Khushi is true to her name and so much fun here. A little about redemption, but more about their life after and a new beau for Anjali. Little Khushi (AKA Boondi) is just adorable. Maya is a brilliant writer and I think undoubtedly the best when it comes to writing children (which is not easy) ― cocoamob (23) by TheIncorribleMagpie (Semanti) She makes me wish I was cool enough to pull off something as fun and yet full of meaning, sharp, witty, intelligent, romantic – the list is endless.

Her Celebration series is another gem. ― meera30 Set in Panchgani, this story touches heart with it’s lead couple’s nok jhok and the beautiful way of story telling. ― sweetsonai One of the best college romances about this much loved couple. Being on an equal footing, it is a a joy to read about their arguments, challenges and growing up to fall in love! ― cocoamob (24) With or Without You by Invisible Smile A tough read in the beginning, one that tugs at your heart. The journey of Khushi, a strong, single mother, who would do anything to protect her little girl, Sarah.

She escapes an abusive relationship and is saved by a guardian angel. Arnav becomes their protector, and would do anything for his girls. A hopeful story with a powerful message, good over evil! ― Jigs Because this makes you fall in love with Arnav, the father.

It also makes you fall in love with the charming Sarah. ― pujajk (25) Before the Last Sun Sets by Munchy Munchy riped the heart right out of chest with BTLSS. The depth of Arnav’s love was nearly painful to discover. That prayer to Devi Maya in which he demands her heart in their next lifetime literally sent me bawling. No matter how many IPK stories I welcome into my heart, this one will always have the top shelf for its sheer agonizing beauty. ― ZZ I loved and hated this tale vengefully.

A violent gangster who shed his innocence and decency to keep mouths fed; Arnav was cruel and bastardy and completely unapologetic about it. He is the kind of man you find fascinating while every single cell of self-preservation screams for you to run in the other direction. Thus was the dilemma of our damsel when she caught his eyes.

How can a ‘decent’ woman allow herself to love such a man? Until the layers are pealed back and you find yourself shaking both fists at Fate, The Evil Bitch, while sobbing your heart out. ― shipperK Before the Last Sun Sets, if it didn’t ruin you, you didn’t read it right! Munchy wrecked havoc on my sleep and my sanity with this epic journey of a gangster you want to hate, but ended up loving with all the shattered pieces of your soul.

― 87_vermil (26) by Eccentrica A tale which keeps the readers on the edge of their seats. A story which throws up mysteries and surprises at every step and questions some age old traditions which say that a son is the heir to an empire and not a daughter. ― canapoem A memorable tale inside the corporate world, a first that I had come across that actually takes you along many surprise angles. The fact that we get to see the battle of the sexes is what had me hooked.

All for woman power, not to mention an irresistible Arnav! ― Jigs A book about finding The one and in the process yourself!!!! Along with nice power play!!!! ― lovesaishu Potent. Both the story and the pen behind it.

I never knew I wanted a vigorous mind battle set in the twisty labyrinth of the corporate world until I came across this tale. There were moments one forgets to blink for fear of missing a key link, or breathe as the dynamic suspense wraps up your senses. The intro promises much in terms of thrills and romance and every subsequent chapter only raised the bar higher. ― shipperk (27) & by ToxicLove These two amazing writes go together as one is incomplete without the other.

These are one of the most intense, heart touching and emotional stories that i have read so far. In fact, they seem so real and you empathize with Arnav and Khushi so much that you feel like one among them and it doesn’t feel like fiction anymore. Deepthi has penned them so brilliantly, that it leaves you so touched and emotionally tied to it for days to come.

With VK, i remember crying my heart out on a couple of updates as their pain feels so real. ― jdronamraju A story from an unconventional bold writer whose primary strength lies in the topics she picks and handles them with such ease and passion. It’s about rape, which according to statistics is the fourth most common crime in India.

― anonymous Deepthi is one of the finest writers I’ve come across in my fictional journey. I would be doing a great injustice if i don’t mention her works. Her narration paints the picture so vividly, you can’t help but get involved deeply in the story. This is the story of a couple who are bound to be together but fate plays the villain to separate them from one another. Will they fight the fate together? You need to read the sequel to see if they do. ― Wissensdurst (28) by Charlotte A very Mills & Boon-y story with nafrat-wala-love, sexual heat, conniving family members, and wishy-washy siblings amid the sands and havelis of Rajasthan.

― theincorrigiblemagpie Charlotte’s stories are infused with such a heady combo of sweet and swoony. Fate plays her allotted role; however, that final decision to be together is always left to her hero and heroine. I love how fashion was threaded into this story and Arnav’s uncovering of Khushi’s disguise sent my heart racing. ― ZZ Just like it’s name, a beautiful story!!! ― lovesaishu (29) by Anony_mous A very simple story beautifully written where the protagonists don’t see eye to eye. An amazing story where the protagonists go from no-trust to complete submission to one another. ― Anonymous Why-loved the way two very different people who came together for the sake of kids and ended up being together for life! ― bellacoolioif (30) Careless Whisper by Meera30 It’s a story of two people – one married, one in a relationship and both belonging to showbiz. But then truth is not what is always in front of us.

It is a heart-touching story. ― aquagal01 beautifully written, amazing story, the longing between Arnav and Khushi is felt through the words. ― reallyayla The one and only story where i wantedLavanya end up with arnav. And this is huge thing for me i am one of those who dont like angsty,sad ending story.I have missed many awesome stories coz of this😦 But meera ‘s this story was awesome. ― shruti46 (31) by moltenlava my first story on IF. Arnav works in an underworld gang and falls for a simple girl khushi and stands by her when she lost everything. How they both make it forever.

Its an action packed story with friendship, romance, betrayal and trust. ― deepsdspeed It could have easily been The Trampled Butterfly had it been completed.

Her words are emotional, thrilling, poignant. ― Ruchi I havelost count of how many times I’ve read and reread Mirage. A jam packed story that is both exciting and heartwarming where two opposites undergoes a journey of discovery that reveals they are not so different after all.

― 87_vermil (32) by Omorabati So much fun! She took an often overlooked scene and ran with it. I loved his obsession with her lemony scent and OMFG the seat belt scenes were so romantic and funny! ― melsweets Devi Maya finally got her due! I loved, no make that 100% adored, all their car interactions.

This was Fate at the top of her game and not even Mr. Raizada can wiggle his way out of her grip. ― Nutty One of my first stories on IF and truly depicts the jhalli khushi from show. ― shruti46 (33) by Chotidesi Choti explores deep rooted passions and beliefs so poignantly.

A story set in pre independence India, with strong minded protagonists whose contrasting beliefs give rise to many a clash. ― Ruchi It starts out with twist on two people who have nothing in common. One wants to settle abroad, while the other loves her country and is ready to fight the battle for freedom, set in a pre-independence era. They don’t see eye to eye, yet at the end they fall in love. The writing alone by someone so young blows me away. It’s one that will always be close to my heart. ― Jigs (34) by Expelliarmus I’m normally all about the snarky banter, the pre-pyaar friendship, and feel-good stories, but this is one of my exceptions.

What happens when something truly devastating, virtually insurmountable, tears apart several lives before Arnav and Khushi ever have a chance to begin?When the obstacles aren’t just external, and you have to be able to forgive both each other, and your own selves? ― theincorrigiblemagpie To take that scorching chemistry we’ve seen on screen and take it several notches up has to be an enviable talent. And Juhi does that with aplomb.

I pick Shattered because thats the one where she took that elevator promo scene and spun an entire tale out of it. But pick any of her works and it simply simmers ― meera30 Can’t help but put another one from my favorite writer, if I could I would actually list all of her stories. A true Hall of Fame worthy writer, not just for her stories, but as a person. The first writer to engage with me, after I broke my silence and commented on her work. Back to why Shattered easy. For me it had the element of what got me hooked with the show, “Nafrat paas aane na de, Mohabbat door jaane na de”.

― Jigs (35) by doe-eyes Why: one of the best written redemption stories, one you wish would’ve happened in the show. ― ladkikijhy A finely spun redemption in which Arnav really earns Khushi. ― SM16 An Arnav redemption story that makes you want to cry for everyone involved. ― AliciaZA (36) By TheIncorrigibleMagpie (Semanti) Because Captain Raizada is IRRESISTIBLE. Also, kudos to the refreshing humour that Lavanya and Captain Raizada’s friendship brings.

― pujajk It’s happy and Fun Piece Of work By the writer.How a stranger Oooppss A BEAUTIFUL and HANDSOME and SEXY hotshot pilot and a game of angry Bird can change one’s life❤ Beautifully writtenAnd Lavanya was my Fav character in this one❤ ― mrshulkinfinity Captain Raizada! Need I say more? Seriously, pilot Arnav was HAWT! I also really loved La and her friendship with Khushi. Actually Semanti’s Las are always classy and the perfect nod to one of Tellywood’s best “other woman”.

― melsweets (37) by Smitar This one is still a favorite. The difference one selfless Khushi made in the lives of all the Raizadas was beautifully portrayed. The scene where Khushi revealed her burns to Arnav was so touching and his response was perfection. Also, the Arnav here was so gentle and sweet, but in a hot way.

Does that make any sense?😛 ― melsweets Because 100+ chapters of pure delight. Smitar never fails to make me smile. ― bluemystique 110 chapters yet i had read it atleast 10 times.It never bores me.― shruti46 (38) Spilling the Beans by Masam If I could I would stamp Panty Melting Hotness all over this yummy tale. The tongue in cheek humor (oh Diary the secrets you held!), the sizzling chemistry between a suave Arnav and feisty Khushi and the hijinks that ensues once their paths crossed had all the hallmarks of a good rom com. Underlining all that sleek sexiness was a huge serving of heart, what more can one ask for?

― shipperK Who can ever forget Pantyboy and his Bastard?!!!!!! I fucking loved this snazzy story. It also taught me to not keep a diary. If I do keep it, make sure I’m prepared for future spouse to use it against me.😀 ― Nutty (39) The Pursuit of Love by Kalyani One of the first well written, well plotted stories I had found when I first discovered FF. One that had me gripped, pulling an all nighter to catch up. Loved the premise. ― Jigs one of the first stories I read and left me mesmerized and gobsmacked at the talent that could be found on online forums.

― ladkikijhy (40) by IPK007 A graceful and delightful journey of a couple, where they have to fight for their love, for their right to be together, even with themselves. They overcome a tragic past, moral dilemma and parental disapproval ( not in the typical bollywood style) A captivating story written with sheer brilliance. ― nzmonica A slow burning gem of a story which sweeps you up into a tide of emotions. Creeping under your skin it burns you alive with the colour of saffron ― Palaayan Conservative Indian girl meets, not-so Conservative Indian boy, and shenanigans ensue. 😐 I’m kidding.

There’s nothing about this story that’s that simple. At the core of the story is a personal dilemma that is so difficult, it will ultimately alter family relationships, force the characters, and the audience to confront how perceptions shape our judgment before we’ve even known the truth, and to figure out what we really prize: pride over family? Resentment over forgiveness?

This is a lovestory, but A&K work their butts off for that love. ― Kadeen A whirlwind of emotions is what one lives throughout this well crafted journey about complex human behavior and relationships.

Nothing comes easy for the madly in love protagonists. It gets under your skin, makes you want to scream and talk sense into a few of the characters. You can’t help but get attached. ― Jigs (41) by Greenteaholic (Rockbarbie) As a reader, rich storylines and characters are the key to enticing my imagination, but with this writer, it is the sheer power of prose that steals my breath.

If you have ever dipped a toe into RB’s world, you will understand my use of ‘intense’ as the choice word to describe her style of storytelling. While I could easily list her entire index, it is Heartbeat Radio that highlights this most beautifully.

No flowery descriptions, no roundabout plots – just deceptively modest and poignant lines that aims at your core. ― shipperK Her “Glimpses of a life passed” makes you reflect upon what was. An author whose words are amazing in all her avatars.

She understands and adheres to, in her own words, “But a story has to go as far as it needs to; not a word more not a punctuation less.” ― Ruchi (42) Pandora’s Box by Munchy One of the best stories I have read on the subject and I include my entire “Read” list when I compare. Simply stellar. It deserves a place on best-seller lists really PS: Before KJo *murdered* Faiz, Mujhse pehli si mohabbat for me ― meera30 It’s one of the best stories I have ever read. The characters, the setting, the storyline and the message were amazing.

I hated Arnav so damn much, perhaps because of that his place in my mind is well preserved. I really admire how Munchy doesn’t even try to write likable characters. They are who they are, take it or leave it. That takes some balls. ― melsweets So much angst, but they come through all that suffering.

Hope she publishes her stories one day! ― cocoamob (43) by Charlotte I have a thing for rom com and office romance in particular. This was like cat nip. Charlotte is very good with setting the mood and I love how she used the weather to show Arshi’s emotional state. ― melsweets All of Charlotte’s works should be on here, but for some reason I felt I had to spread the love.

So forced into a corner, filter coffee wins.😀 I esp love how their ups and downs are as volatile the monsoon season. Raizada, the Moody Bastard.😉 ― Nutty Picked randomly from the 4 that I have read by her and all are bloody brilliant.

― nzmonica (44) by Expelliarmus I remember thinking after I’d first read it, that there are so few stories that handle assault sensitively, but more interestingly, from the perspective of someone who has had a loved one be the victim of the act. It’s a tense, packed short story, and you come away feeling everything.

This may be the most serious piece she’s ever written. See the rest of her work if you’re looking for passion, and timeless love. ― Kadeen This is thus far the best redemption story to the original story and its Juhi’s. ― bhavi This is another one based on the show. It starts from the night of forced marriage and how one reckless decision, one assault and how everything changes between Arnav and Khushi. ― aquagal01 (45) by Paalayn I had To add this Particular story in my list.It’s a beautiful creation by perfect sets of romance with a cruel reality of lives of courtesans.beautifully written by her ― mrshulkinfinity Before the stories there are the banners, and no one delivers beauty better than Paalyan. Second there is her unique way of putting together the most lyrical sentences, it’s poetry.

What I loved about Courtesans in particular was the focus on the women’s journey within the limited walls of the Haveli, as they fought for a space to simply breathe in a period of time that gave them little control of their lives. ― 87_vermil Anything this awesome sweetheart writes is words embroidered on a canvas – her banners are to die for. ― Ladyr (46) by Anarocksick I swear this story is a laugh a minute. From the delightful Cheeni to the boss we all crushed on, from impossible bad luck to giggling at inappropriate times, this story is about as relatable as it gets. I realise that not all of it is up on the blog yet, but Ana did finish it when she was posting on IF.

― theincorrigiblemagpie I remember reading this when I was pregnant and dear lord I laughed (and probably my little one too) like a lunatic. Beware of Lizards and Allegators.

― Wissensdurst (47) Stripped by Chokri_ASR (Jigs) As kids we have read many fairy tales where the princess meets the prince and they end up together with their happily ever after. Stripped is modern day fairy tale for me. Khushi meets Arnav, who sweeps her away like a prince on a white horse and gives her the happily ever after which she truly deserves. ― canapoem I love the way Jigs had gone forward with the story.Arnav and khushi in that story took my heart with its every single pieces with each chapters and moreover it’s story that can make one happy so easily🙂❤ ― mrshulkinfinity (48) by Napstermonster Thrilling, sexy, unexpected, and uses one of my favourite writing devices– an external piece of media to push the plot. ― theincorrigiblemagpie Humorous, a groveling Arnie and plenty of heart. Also Roy was a panty melter.

― SM16 Napster possesses a snappy way of writing that engages your mind and won’t let go until she’s good and ready. I never thought I would find a desperate panicky ASR so damn adorable! But loveable he was and it gave my heart some wonderful thrills to read how he earned his way back into his Khushi’s heart (not to mention the good grace of their families and the nosy public!) ― ZZ (49) Mystic Skies by HeadOverHeels This was when I realized that a below average Indian romance with (significantly) above average chemistry between leads can inspire pure genius. The writing, the expanse of plot, language, – few others have come close to this kind of magic ― meera30 Anne has an unforgettable way of carving her own meaning and memories into places and things. After Mystic Skies, I can never see Nainital, crows, Lapis, Africa and ESPECIALLY blue skies in the same light as before. This is a writer who blows your mind with her attention to details!

One of the most breathtaking Arshi journeys carefully craved through subtle moments of connection. Rugged mechanic Arnav made me permanently weak kneed and OMG Akash with a potty mouth was pure genius. ― ZZ Skies is one of my first ARHI FFs. And also wat drew me into this wonderful world. And maybe thats y it holds a very spl spot in my heart. ― mayabhi (50) by RockBarbie The silver lining of the Shitall track.

Angsty, moody, perfect. RB is the ultimate writer for writers. ― SM16 I feel that RockBarbie is one of our best Ficverse writer, unfortunately she is also one of the most underrated. Her titles alone make me eager to devour whatever strikes her fancy. She treats the human connection with utmost respect and delivers the most magical renderings of a point in time of love. This is perfectly illustrated in Lonely Under the Sheets where she takes a dive into one of marriage most difficult hurdles – trust. A mature exploration of one of IPK’s worst (AND JUVENILE) tract, what’s not to love?

― ZZ The disaster the sheetal track was, one wishes if it had to be then it had gone along these lines ― ladkikijhy (51) by Naach Basanti (Sultan of Swing) This one hits a chord.you really want to hit Arnav more..Both have been forced into a marriage. A happy ever after is far from each other’s mind. A great insight into relationships. Makes you wonder what really makes for. Happy Ever After. ― Ladyr Both have been forced into a marriage.

Their journey to a happily ever. ― deepsdspeed It defies conventions and defines relationships. Marriage – be an arranged one or love, needs two to make it work. The portrayal of Khushi as a modern day woman who is willing to make her marriage work but unwilling to become a doormat and a sacrificial lamb is a must read. ― Wissensdurst (52) by Dhalia The unfulfilled wish that the creators of IPKKND could not give us, this author fulfilled it.

The story takes us through 25 years of the life of Arnav and Khushi packed with lot of faraq nahein padta, dhak dhaks, rabba ves – sad and happy ones and lot more from the serial that has us all still on high. ― anonymous This one is a gem- a never ending immersion in all things Arshi. ― nzmonica (53) by Pinkionly I like this story for many reasons. First because it was the first ArHi FF I read and which got me sucked into this ArHI fanfiction world. This is a story about two people binded in a matrimonial alliance which is not exactly an arranged one but kind of.

Two people who come together due to a twist of fate and start fall in love. ― aquagal01 One of the older fics with great relationship development and a mystery to boot. ― theincorrigiblemagpie (54) by Anony_mous What if Khushi had a limp like Anjali had in the original IPK.

This made her feel inferior and what if Arnav came with insecurities and demons deeper than the Mariana trench. Did their love make them raise above their insecurities or did it cause more damage? ― canapoem A story of effervescent special needs Khushi but the same old brooding Arnav. ― anonymous I really liked how she took one of Anjali’s biggest character trait and slipped it onto Khushi. That physical handicap was such a big part of what makes Arnav so devoted to big sis I found it fascinating. ― melsweets (55) Hopes and Ambition by Shwetaps This one is a classic, a total package, written exceptionally and executed really well from start to finish. The fact that Shweta had us at the edge of our seats with every chapter, says something about the plot that was set in a political backdrop.

The journey of two different, yet equally strong protagonists with a supporting cast that had their own storyline. All together they got under your skin. If given a chance, I would love to read this one again and again. ― Jigs This story had everything – a political backdrop, royal family, abuse, drug addiction and of course, the love story of Arnav and Khushi. ― cocoamob Well etched characters with multi layered personalities. You see them evolving over the course of the story.

Not once do any of their actions and reactions jar in any way, not even for a moment. A CM who inspired me to do dharnas and bhook hartals! ― Ruchi Delivering the HOF a wee early as I’m about to head out to catch my flight for a surprise trip. 😀 Wishing everyone a magical New Year’s Eve. See you in 2017!

*stunning gifs credit to ajeeb-ho-tum/gorgeous collage banner credit to Palyaan*. Season’s Greetings to all my lovely Ficverse ladies! We are down to the last week of Hall of Fame nominations, so get those fingers pounding on keyboards!

Remember the deadline is December 16, 2016! In other news. A heartfelt thank you to everyone who pitched in and helped us address three cases of plagiarism over the last few weeks. Moving forth there is a tab on the top right corner. If you ever come across any fishy behavior and do not know how to contact a writer directly, please post a notice there.

I also applaud this thread on IF: I’m devastated to see more and more of our favorite writers turning in resignation notes or moving into caves. As a writer myself I support every decision they make. However, it does lend to the issue of outdated links on this site. Thus, after the Hall of Fame is complete, January will be spent overhauling links and also doing a massive update on fresh talents and new recommendations I’ve been collecting. One such beloved writer is Jen (IPK007) Who is in serious need of cheer. Go lend her your support and remind that wonderful woman why we need her in the Ficverse! A few weeks back one of my favorite Ficverse writers picked up her pen again.

*woo-hoo* If you’ve never had the pleasure of reading her one shots, you’re missing out. Go and tell B-rex (aka Bingala) K says hello! 😀 And also share some thoughts to get her creative juices flowing so we can get the much awaited ending to The Games We Play! Last month I tried to woo some words from one of my favorite people with a banner.

Manreet more than delivered. Go and allow her to woo you with her SS Without You on the new blog! Do you enjoy a good mind fuck?

If twisty tales and layered characters are your cuppa tea, than haul ass over to Narratorz’s tantalizing Damsel in Distress. Knocking is required, please mind your manners. You will either love me or hate me for this rec 😛 Did you know that Madam Twiggy (vgedin) has a blog? If you haven’t dipped a toe into Polemic Jackanapes, it’s time to correct that error! How many miss the days of handwritten letters? For a touch of nostalgia and some sweet naughtiness, let Ridz (BlueMystique) guide you though some lover’s moments If you’ve been missing the words of Choti, go check out her original story Begin Again If you’ve been around the Ficverse for any amount of time, you will have come across Ruchi’s () witty and heartfelt comments. To the delight of all of us who’s had the pleasure of her company, she’s finally took the plunge.

Go and see what stray reflections you may catch a glimpse of around her home. 😉 And if you haven’t bitten into Temptation, now is the perfect time to catch up with Jigster ( Chokri_ASR) as she takes you on a journey of two lovers faced with some of life’s hardest personal challenges.

Will they tackle it alone or together? Did you know one of the Ficverse’s most versatile writers has a blog? Hop over and immerse yourself in the exquisite labyrinth of RockBarbie’s imagination – I’m excited to share that there’s been updates from our dearest of Magpies (Semanti) Go and celebrate “Say You’ll Remember Me” Have you been yearning for the jalebi-worthy delights from Smita?

Knock on her doors here: but first read this post on how to obtain access: She may deliver under the by line of Anon but this lady is anything but! Have you read Anamika’s original tale – Can’t Let Go? Check out her page to see how to get your hands on this delightful read and support one of our published authors yeah? And if you haven’t already: Eccentrica’s & SJ’s makes for an amazeballs holiday gift for your favorite Ficverse buddy or an ideal holiday treat for yourself. 😀 Also, since I rarely set foot on the IF Motherland, here are some threads with even more recommendations for everyone to check out. 😉 Meanwhile, I hope you gals are enjoying the holiday season.

Don’t forget to share new discoveries through and our! Happy Reading! Last night it was brought to my attention that once again our IPK Ficverse was faced with blatant plagiarism by individuals who clearly has no sense of shame. The site MYEDUNIYA.COM, while not alone, has become a space that writers are wary of. Perhaps they believe that being away from India Forums and the blog sphere, means they won’t be caught. Not the case.

However, as I have heard outcries of “I didn’t know that’s plagiarism!” let’s define it. Plagiarism the practice of taking someone else’s work or ideas and passing them off as one’s own. Aka: copying and pasting from another source. It includes but not limited to taking someone’s words, artwork, design, and unique ideas. If you were “inspired by” then CREDIT THE CREATOR.

However, when you take something verbatim without the expressed consent of the creator, that is a copyright infringement. The act of taking credit for someone’s work is damaging. To the writers, who are rightfully upset that their endeavor is treated so thoughtlessly and ultimately to all readers as such incidents result in private blogs or the complete deletion of stories. For anything to thrive it needs to be nurtured. I ask that all who takes part of the Ficverse to keep a vigilant eye out. Report to and defend our writers. I ask that we treat each other with the respect we would want for ourselves.

To plagiarists, I have only the piece of advice from my sex ed teacher: Just don’t do it. CLEAN-UP TASK FORCE: I will update this post w/ links that I come across or is brought to my attention. TASK #1: Meena12 has been reposting one shots from molten-lava, RockBarbie, serialjunkie, harrybiggens and more!

Over 10 + pages! While she is not claiming them as hers, it is not cool without the expressed consent of the writers.

Please kindly help me report this to the mods. TASK #2: Os_Champ has the balls to repost one shots from BlueMystique, Omoraboti, InvisibleSmile and many others! The report button may not be functional at the moment, please send an email to ladies. To make life easy for all, you can copy and paste this 😀 Subject: Urgent Plagiarism Report Hello Admin, it has come to my attention that user Os_Champ is reposting works that belongs to others. Kindly help us take a stance against this theft of intellectual property by removing the posts. Thank you Raven for the email! TASK #3: SanjoliI spy works from Whiterose, Pancakes, Bumblebee, Vikadesigirl, Chaverah and many others..

This has been the #1 request since I started the Ficverse site. As we are approaching the holidays, I thought it might be a fun activity to engage in. This is simply a way to share fan favorites as well as give shout outs to beloved writers. Let’s keep things friendly yeah? GOAL Name the Top 50 Fan Favorites Arshi Tales of Love GUIDELINES Each reader may nominate a maximum of 10 stories They must be completed short or full length stories, cannot be one shots/two-shots/three-shots. The stories can be of any length or genre, old or new, on public sites or private blogs, currently available or taken down. Format: Story Title by Writer – Link to Story and Your Reason for the nomination.

Example: Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Montgomery – – The feistiest red head with an imagination to match is one hell of a heroine. This coming of age tale place emphasis on the importance of friendship, family and hope is sweetly irresistible. And let’s just say, Gilbert Blythe knows how to charm his way into a girl’s heart. (Seriously if you somehow missed out on this – go rectify PRONTO!) SUBMISSIONS & DEADLINE Please submit your nominations in the comment section below. Twitter nominations will also be accepted.

Just tag me All nominations must be submitted by December 16, 2016 HOW THE LIST WILL BE DETERMINED One point for every nomination tallied by my slave volunteer panel 😀 GRAND ANNOUNCEMENT Hall of Fame will be up on the 1st day of the New Year in no particular order! IPKKND FF TREASURE HUNT #6 Hello! How is everyone? This one is long overdue!

A big thank you to everyone who participated in! I’ve got a new quest for you gals. We are searching for FFs/OSs that tickles the funny bones Time for: LAUGH OUT LOUD DELIGHTS! Help out our reading community by sharing your favorite romantic comedies! ❇ ❇ ❇ Keep in mind our criteria: Humorous, well written, substance, completed Please follow the following format when you submit: Found it!

Who: [Insert Author] What: [Insert Title] Where: [Link] Why: [Your reasons/ or post a snippet from the story] ❇ ❇ ❇ THANK YOU!^^ *beautiful gif set credit to *. Hello Gorgeous! It’s been ages, how is everyone? Just got a little update. ^^ by smitar Excerpt: “If you don’t let go of me, I will call my family.

Before you can show me a good time, my Buaji will flatten you with her belan,” the girl threatened the man. A small smile appeared suddenly on khadoos ASR’s lips. He waited for the scene to play out. By S&K Excerpt: Upon reaching the tip he looped the ends together.

With slow deliberate motions he began to wrap the strands around his right palm. Tangled knots, messy weaves, interlocked threads, visible and not. When he’d gathered most of the heavy mass, he gave a light tug, tilting her head back. His left arm slid around her waist.

Within an eternity and a heartbeat later, Arnav Singh Raizada crushed his mouth down on hers. By Ruchi [Anjali] Excerpt: In all of this, firmly by her side, was her partner in crime.

Her able helper, her pesky little brother. He who wanted to do everything with her, and he who also wanted to do everything for her. Her real live moving crutch. There, determinedly holding her hand, always. By Palaayan Excerpt: Somewhere along the well-known journey between the lounge and the bedroom, their lips refused to leave their embrace even as clothes disappeared and flesh desperately met flesh.

As they tumbled gracelessly into the promised haven of his crumpled sheets, their bodies shuddered with joy, as every thought and pretence was finally stripped away to leave only the animalistic pleasure of passionate embrace. Their conjoined movements oscillated lusciously between the raging fire in their souls and the sincerity of their hearts tender touches. By maverickmartin Excerpt: He held out a hand. She was going to take it, she knew it. She knew it by the hammering beat of her heart.

She knew it by the certainty in his deep, musical voice. She knew it as she felt heat rush through her body, warming around her eyes. She knew it as she felt a smile creep up, unbidden, unexpected. By Chokri_ASR Excerpt: How could she convince herself to stop feeling the emotions that were overflowing being near him? Could one ask their heart to stop pounding against their chest elated at being the center of a man’s world?

Was it selfish to cave into the desire her body was yearning for under the intensity of his gaze? She knew she should pay attention to the voice of reason at the back of her mind. But she didn’t want to. Not tonight by purpleumbrella Excerpt: He was leaving, and she would have to watch him leave. Instead of pushing him away, she engorged herself in his arms, her hands curling around his neck, pulling him closer until the breadth of distance had disappeared between them. Savoring the moment, she held onto him trying to remember his warm scent. How else was she suppose to get through the next four years?

By Bluemystique Excerpt: His eyes locked on her trembling lips and he was a man undone. Cupping her face in his hands, he moved his face closer to hers. She clutched her saree to control her wanton desires, as a part of her warred with herself to give in, to let go and just feel. Their eyes closed in sync, anticipating what was to come, accepting the inevitable and giving in to their heart’s demands. By boyznaka Excerpt: He just brought his fingers up and lightly touched her shoulder, running them down her arm. “ We, my dear, are rarer.” Her champagne rested forgotten in her hand- he had moved closer, and his scent was doing a far better job at intoxicating her.

It was a miracle she could even think. When her voice came out, it was barely a whisper, but far more seductive than she thought it would be. “And what are we?” by mints23 Excerpt: The strumming of guitar, reverberating through the air, right to her heart. A melodious voice that seemed to be seamlessly traveling across the campus atrium, pulling each and everyone who passed by towards the force, who sat lost in music, singing more to himself than to the gathered crowd. I hope everyone had a joyfully festive holiday celebration. Recently my appetite was whetted for tales that features Mr.

With a helping hand from dear friends (Thank you S, Manreet, Ridz, ZZ, Mel, Pyre, JB, Anupama, Jay!) I present to you a 100+ curated collection that chronicles the highs and lows of our jodi’s married life. The goal was to gather a list that included beloved pens and hidden gems.

As we prepare to welcome 2016, I’m looking forward to another memorable year in the IPKKND Ficverse filled to the brim with great stories and good company. Happy Reading! ^^ Add c o l o r to the Ficverse by sharing your thoughts with OUR BEAUTIFUL writers! MAHA COLLABS “A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.” ― Mignon McLaughlin I am fascinated by the idea of collaborative writing. Be it a seamless flowing tale spun through interwoven voices or a singular notion expressed through a linkage of thinkers. That there exist the threat of egos and conflicts of authorship only adds a compelling edge to the experience. For ultimately, when properly wielded, the bright light of an “us” subdues the self-regarding “me” to create a unique kind of magic.

Here are such beautiful alignments of pens. NIBBLES (OS) “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” ― Jane Austen by RTlicious [Excerpt]: She looked at the large portrait of her sister that hung on one of the walls in the living roomher smiling face, dimpled cheeks and twinkling eyes looking down at Khushi who sat with tears welling in her eyesshe missed her sistermissed her more than anything! And if it wasn’t for her sister’s babyshe probably would not have been sitting here todayin her new lifeas Mrs Arnav Singh Raizadaa name that was rightfully her sistersnot hers. By Expel [Excerpt]: “Whatis all this? I don’t understand” He closed the suitcase and flung it aside, then walked over to the bed and stood there before her. “I’ll tell you what it means.

I’m running away with my wife.” by Expel [Excerpt]: Before they knew it, ten years had passed. And she had just realized that she had never told him her little secret. This man who held all the secrets to her soul, wasn’t privy to one of them. And yet, she felt no guilt. Because if she hadn’t done what she had, they wouldn’t have met in those circumstances. By TheIncorrigibleMagpie [Excerpt]: Chopping vegetables with unwonted vengeance, Khushi stopped for a second and sighed. What had become of her life?

She was meant for greatness– for stardom, and here she stood chopping vegetables in the kitchen. Dressed in a functional synthetic saree, mangalsutra and sindoor in place, she looked just like any other middle-class housewife in their building. By TheIncorrigibleMagpie [Excerpt]: Arnav Singh Raizada may have been a successful lawyer, but he didn’t do emotions. And he had been worried that he would never be able to love a wife the way she deserved to be loved.

By TheIncorrigibleMagpie [Excerpt]: She’d felt like an outsider from the beginning. Every brick, every curtain seemed to look down on her. Even her husband’s hothouse plants seemed to laugh at her– her unpolished, lower middle class background.

Everything reminded her of her inadequacy and just how unfit she was for the position she held. Lavanya Singh Raizada nee Kashyap. Her predecessor. By Omoraboti [Excerpt]: It was great to find out another weak point of his fiery wife today. It might come handy someday – who knew. “I still have more to learn about you Khushi Kumari Gupta.

Singh Raizada. And I have a feeling I will love the learning process.” by Anjaani07 [Excerpt]: ‘Aap ne humare sawaal ka jawaab nahi diya Arnavji’ Her voice from the night before rang in his head as he watched her walk a little unsteadily to the wardrobe and pull out some clothes.

Her each admission and even her questions had rung with truth and it had felt more real than anything; even now he could see the soft smile that lit up her face when he’d scooped her up and carried her to the bed. By RockBarbie [Excerpt]: No, his heart vehemently denied; she didn’t deserve this treatment.

Yes, his mind counterbalanced; she deserved all this and much more. By Bingala [Excerpt]: But then, marriages – hastily forced ones could never be undone. Short of letting her go. He closed his eyes, an unbearable thought. Her wedding night he remembered, was by that very poolside. Arnav’s shares of sins had outweighed the meagre share of good he had, that very day, and he had clamoured for a lifetime to make up for it.

Maybe he never would be able to. He would try though. He thought, with a deep sigh. By Smitar [Excerpt]: Khushi giggled. “My A.Amma must have told your Amma.

My Amma knows everything about me. I tell her everything everydayShe knows how much I Illike you.” “Really? Toh KKhuushi Kumaari GGuptaaa Singggh Raizzzada, what do you like about your pati?” by Blayde [Excerpt]: “You fell into my arms, my life, exactly two years ago, in this very spot. And I know now, right then and there I had subconsciously decided to never let you go.” Arnav tightened his arms ever so slightly, holding her closer to his heart, wanting her to hear everything it wanted to say to her. By Farah53 [Excerpt]: “Khushi, get Aman off me! He watches me like a hawk after you’ve told him to keep an eye over me for you. & he keeps threatening me using your name about meals & medicine times.

& to top it off, I can’t even yell at him on this matter anymore, because somehow he feels like my brother-in-law or something when he goes all ‘Khushi Bhabi’ on me!” & when he heard Khushi giggling delightfully, he said in a warning tone, “I am telling you, he’s bad for both of our reputations here. Everyone thinks I am some hen-pecked husband & you are some breathing-fire-down-my-back dragon of a wife!” by Yuks [Excerpt] “Khushi and I married in a mandir. In front of her Devi Maiyya’s diya I filled her maang with sindoor and tied a mangalsutra around her neck. We are both legally married. The last time I checked, that was enough for two people to live together as husband and wife without the woman’s name being horribly slandered at the name of ritual. If it is not enough for any of you, well I don’t really care. It is enough for me.” by Yuks [Excerpt]: A multi-tasking domestic goddess any man would want.

Where was that smiling girl he once knew? Where were the signature things that made her Khushi? By Napstermonster [Excerpt]: No one who saw the blur of red that exploded from the back of the car and into the waiting arms of Arnav Singh Raizada would have thought that his wife Khushi was returning to him after a journey of only three days. By IPK007 [Excerpt]: Khushi rested her head on his shoulder with her heart racing, while Arnav slowly nibbled at her earlobe With one hand caressing the nape of her neck and the other tracing her curves urgentlyArnav looked at her intently with his eyes filled with desire and want “I’m still hungry, baby.” by AngelTeen [Excerpt]: She was pregnant. Pregnant, not injured or made of glass.

But pregnant. So there was absolutely no need for all the restrictions that her Laad Governor had put on her – No cuddling Lakshmi because “Khushi! She is a goat! There may be infections!” by Meera30 [Excerpt]: “There is nobody around, Arnavji. There is no need for these words. And there is nothing that I had to tell you about today. It was nothing.

It was what every day has been for the past month and what every day will be for the next 5 months. It was just another day and it is over”. By Eccentrica [Excerpt]: “I would like to receive kisses as interest.” When Khushi wore a confused look at this, he continued. “Since you’ve taken a year to repay me the principal amount, I am fixing the interest at 300; mind you I’m being considerate over here there are 365 days in a year but since you are my wife, I’m providing you with a discount hence the number 300. Khushi Kumaari Gupta Singh Raizada, are you ready to dispense the kisses?” by BlueMystique [Excerpt]: Arnav was not someone who liked all the baggage that came with a marriage, but after marrying Khushi he realized that he quite liked all the things that showed that world that she was his. By Viji79 [Excerpt]: “Sshh! Arnavji, it’s in the past, and I have told you that it doesn’t matter anymore.

It’s five years since that day Arnavji. Although you did what you did on an impulse, you have always loved me, you have told me so many times and I have always known that in my heart. Nothing else matters. I have forgotten the past. You should too, Arnavji. Living in the memory of the bitter past will mar the beauty of the present”. By Archana.mh17 [Excerpt]: “Now that you rocked the venture capitalist’s socks off with the pitching, come, rock my world.” he said with a predatory grin that held no hint of any headache.

By Appurs [Excerpt]: Pulling her inside, Arnav gathered her close, cupping her face in his hands tenderly. “Khushi, did I do anything to hurt you/ Did I say anything inadvertently that you felt that you have to do all this?” Not comprehending at all, she gaped at him, only to be reduced to a stunned silence at his next words, “I’m really sorry if I have ever made you feel as if you need to change.

Khushi, you’re my very life! You don’t ever, ever have to change for me. There’s nothing in the world that would make me want to change anything about you, I want you to know that!” by Bingala [Excerpt]: Arnav closed his eyes and sent out a prayer again, to the deities he would never believe in. She was here. In this beautiful morning. She had stolen his heart again. All was as it should be.

A morning theft. By Farah53 [Excerpt]: He closed his eyes to block out the image of the tears in her eyes, when she was in his arms last night. I wish I could love you freely.” Khushi entered their disheveled room after breakfast, and she went straight to the cupboard to bring out her pre-wedding rituals’ photo album & by her force of habit, her eyes stuck to the picture of Arnav on his knee in front of her, proposing to her on their Sangeet, and she closed her eyes, letting the tears fall unchecked. I wish I could hate you absolutely.” by LivingInPajamas [Excerpt]: But today?Today was special. No,not their wedding anniversary.Neither was it any of their birthdays.It was a rare and special day in both of their lives,something they would cherish for seven lives and after-the pajama anniversary day.

By Meera30 [Excerpt]: The gentle tug of sleep pulled at her. She was just about to give in when she landed on a solo photo of him. He was looking at something (or was it someone?)almost lovingly. His gaze was soft. Like a loving caress.

How I wish by Limoncello [Excerpt]: Khushi! That name escaped his lips a hundred times a day! His day started with him calling out to his wife even before he opened his eyes. And his nights ended with him wrapping his arms around her tightly and pulling her to himself and sighing her name before he surrendered himself to sleep. By Appurs [Excerpt]: He had been called a wolf by many, the long-suffering Arnav thought, “I must be part-wolf, why else in hell would my sense of smell be this acute?” conveniently forgetting that he wasn’t in the least bothered by un-Khushi-related smells.

By Krani [Excerpt]: Arnav’s hands settled on her waist, as he inhaled deeply. To anyone on the side, it would look like a coupley embrace, with the husband gently hugging his wife. But for Khushi, to feel Arnav’s nose against her skin, to feel his breath every time he exhaled, to feel the warmth of his hands on her waist, she could feel goosebumps appear on her flesh, as the blush in her cheeks intensified. By Napstermonster [Excerpt]: “I have to say, you’ve really put on weight, recently, haven’t you, Khushi?

I used to be able to carry you up and down stairs and all over mandirs and catch you falling here and there much more easily back when we first got married, hmm?” But it had been a long day, filled with many tasks, and his teasing tone was not registering. Khushi Singh Raizada had had enough. And so, now, she did what any woman, who didn’t knee her husband in the groin would choose to do as Plan B.

Khushi burst into, noisy, dramatic, REALLY loud tears. By Smitar [Excerpt]: “I need some saris for mymy w.wife. Silkthe best quality” “Is there any colour that she prefers, Sir? Or would you like to look around?” Into his mind flashed the picture of Khushi in a red sari, sitting in the circle of lamps, lighting them, with a smile of happiness on her lips, her eyes shining brighter than the lamps.

“Red”, he said decisively. By Manreet_Gill [Excerpt]: Come back to us soon my love Forever yours, Khushi and Aadya. The battle worn army truck ambled along the uneven, dust lined streets towards his salvation as Major Arnav Singh Raizada neatly folded away the letter adorning his wife and child’s love, and placed the stolen snapshot of home close to his heart. With a war weary sigh escaping his slightly chapped lips and his men singing relieved songs of freedom behind him, Arnav closed his eyes and rested his head against the dusty pane of the bulletproof window as comforting thoughts of his journey towards his effervescent happiness engulfed his sleep hued senses by Appurs [Excerpt]: Devyani Singh Raizada had lived a long life. Her 75 years had taught her a lot, shown her a lot. She knew that change was the biggest constant in life, but one thing that had never changed was the established habit of her grandson. She knew her Chotte well, his “gussa” very well.

He could never tolerate any changes in his routine or all hell would break lose. Knowing this, she couldn’t fathom how this was possible – “this” meaning what she had just witnessed in her choti bahu Payal’s bedroom. // by IPKWA (Warning Label: Don’t Read in a Public Setting! 😛 ) [Excerpt]: Payal and Akash lay in bed looking at the ceiling, a bit traumatized by their siblings. Maybe even a bit jealous.

“Seriously is Bhai good at everything?!” cried a frustrated Akash. “Better than you for sure.” by Anarocksick [Excerpt]: It was dark.

Why would she always switch off the poolside light which I would, every night, take an effort to switch on? She was afraid of the dark, for heaven’s sake? But the answer was simple. It was her way of rebelling against this set up, this sham of a marriage!

By BlueMystique [Excerpt]: “Now?” he asked surprised. “Yes, now!” she whined, sounding like a little kid. He sometimes couldn’t believe that she was a mother of two. By Krani [Excerpt]: Khushi tried once more to remove his hand, but he snuggled his face into her hair, inhaling deeply, clutching onto her, refusing to let go.

Tree by InvisibleSmile [Excerpt]: ”I don’t know how I’d done it, but that inane woman had fallen in love with me. She wanted me in her life, despite my every resolve to keep her away. You see, I was no good for her, she deserved someone who could make her happy. Someone like her needed light and I had grown accustomed to the dark. She would have withered in my surroundings, I never wanted to see that happen.

She preferred to soar, while I was afraid of heights. Such opposites, that no road, would ever lead us back to each other. Yet, we still found each other. ” by Rockbarbie [Excerpt]: In the photograph they are walking on a thin winding road both laughing at something and looking at each other.

It is not just a photo of two lovers or two friends or a newly married couple. It’s a photo of all those things put together; they were friends, lovers, husband and wife and future parents. “Turn it around.” She doesn’t look at him but does what he says anyway. “What does it say?” He whispers.

“You don’t complete me. You remind me that I am already whole.” by Bingala [Excerpt]: There were ice shards in his coal black hair now. His contemporaries dyed their hair, as soon as the first strand showed up but with Mr.

Raizada, vanity was, oddly the last thing in his mind. He had let his hair be – something that she loved.

Even after all these years, she would sink her fingers into those silver kissed strands, whether they were making love or when she was casually touching him. It was a way for her to anchor him to her.

By Anupama [Excerpt]: Arnav was aware of her presence from the moment she took a step inside. He never understood this. For someone whom he had never given priority to, his senses had a strange way of incluning towards her whenever she was near. He often attributed it the fact that since they were married and living in the same room as her had led him to be physically attuned to her but when his mind rose the question as to why his heart thumped differently whenever she took care of him, he rebuffed it much like he dealt with her to drive her away. Little success, though for neither that voice ceased to exist nor she stopped coming to him.

By Doe-eyes [Excerpt]: She was happy simply to relish in this private, exclusive knowledge that only she possessed – all these little things, tiny, mundane details, which made Arnav Singh Raizada as human as she was. Things which made him – less untouchable, his perfection less intimidating, less icy and cool and detached. It made her feel special, honoured – that she knew, intimately, the Arnav existing behind the ASR. By Kalyaani [Excerpt]: Arnav had dismissed the driver, wanting to take Khushi around that day; he may have been sore to the core having lost the dare but he was secretly happy to be ordered around by his wife. The only flipside being her unimaginative ways of getting back at him; had he won the challenge he would have whisked her off to a resort and kept her with him for the whole week. By Firebolt [Excerpt]: “If none of those things happened Arnav-ji then we wouldn’t be here. Right here, with your hands in mine.” Her voice was firm and her chin was up as she stared into his shocked eyes.

By Chibisuke [Excerpt]: He hugged her back and said in her ear, “So. You really don’t remember last night, do you? I can always remind you.” FEAST (FF) “To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow – this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert by Nayika [Excerpt]: ‘Fine Khushi, we’ll see. You don’t know who you’re messing with.

I’m Arnav Singh Raizada in case you forgot. And I bet you’ll be begging me to touch you long before the month is over!’ He lay down himself feeling satisfied with himself. By Rasgulla_sp (Ongoing) [Excerpt]: Time and time again, she had proved to him that she wasn’t what he accused her of.

She wasn’t a gold-digger, an opportunistic, characterless, no-class girl. Unfortunately, he had learnt that lesson too late a broken engagement too late. Now he would vouch for the purity of her soul in a court of law, now he could bet AR and all his life’s worth of hard work on her innocence but today she didn’t want anything from him. Once she wanted his name for hers and he had almost given it to her to hurt her.

And hurt her he did. Her beauty, her smiles, her goodness all could have been his Alas A fool. He had been a fool. By Norolim [Excerpt]: Treading carefully into his room, she walked into her new life; holding dreams within her heart, yet reality grounded strongly in her mind. Entering behind her, his past still glowing in his eyes; he promised to try and being civil to the woman in front of him.

Looking into each other’s emotive eyes, a moment of silent, intense understanding passed between this intriguing couple. As they both turned away to their respective duties before sleep, a currant lingered in the air around them. And thus began Arnav and Khushi’s heartening journey. By SSyahoo [Excerpt]: “Arnavji I don’t want to work for AR. I want to work somewhere that I am simply Khushi not Mrs. I have already been offered a job at Singhania Industries. Please don’t say no.

If you would have married Lavanyaji then you would have let her work why not me? I promise to take care of myself, be home on time so I can help with dinner and wake up early to serve breakfast. I will not neglect anybody.” by Krani (Ongoing) [Excerpt]: “ASR, it’s time to go” She said softly, her eyes looking up at him in concern.

He still didn’t reply, and looked over her head, staring at the blank wall in front. Everything was going to change. Some girl was going to be attached to his life. Some middle-class girl was going to be married to a rich man. While that girl’s dreams were getting fulfilled at having snagged a rich man, Arnav’s life was going to be in ruins because of the girl, Khushi Kumari Gupta.

By SamiyaIPKKND [Excerpt]: “Last year you got 7 proposals and the year before that 15. Now only got 3 proposals and none of them are worth marrying. What will happen next year. Hai devi maiya” “Mom year before last I was way to yound. Even babuji agreed with me. And the guys from last year didn’t attract me one bit” “Then why on’t you choose your self. You have a lot of male friends” “Because they are my friends.

I can’t marry my friends ewww. Now tell me is it my fault that I’m not finding a guy” by Farah53 [Excerpt]: “Arnavji, do you want us to have kids?” she almost yelled at him. Arnav’s eyes rounded on his face, & then he immediately calmed down, used to his wife’s craziness. He answered her truthfully. “Only if you want them too.” He brushed aside a stray hair from her forehead. By Lyraa99 [Excerpt]: Arnav dreaded going up the stairs to his bride.

Looking at that lost look on her face and that smile. He would not think of that smile as behind that smile was a cunningness a greed that had the power to destroy his sisters life. And he couldn’t let that happen. His sister was his world and he would make Khushi pay for even trying to ruin her happiness. By Smitar [Excerpt]: Khushi looked at Arnav standing still near the locked bedroom door, arms hanging loose, fists closed.

His blank look and pale face ate into her determination to present a calm front while making her way out of his house and his life. The six months were over.

Her marriagetemporary, contract, time-bound..whatever it was, was over. By Meera30 [Excerpt]: Arnav stared at her, the water seeping into his skin just as it was into hers. She was as unaware of the rain pouring over her as he was. He would not have seen her in the darkening garden as the cascade of water blurred his vision, if not for the splash of color around her neck, in the hand that hung loosely by her side and near her legs. A bunch of lavender flowers lay discarded at her feet. His face twisted into a helpless smile. It was poetic.

Lavenders ‘ the flowers associated with distrust and suspicion. By The_Rain [Excerpt]: Unable to resist, he stepped out of the car and as if in a trance walked towards her house. He felt pathetic inside, but the temptation to have a last look at her was too strong. One last look, he thought, then I’d never think about her again. A beautiful parting gift before I let go of the most amazing experience of my life, forever by Jas [Excerpt]: Arnav and Khushi took their first steps as man and wife, their fist steps that defied their family, their first steps with secrets making their hearts heavy and their heads weary however they never let go of each other’s hand. By Nymra [Excerpt]: No longer would she have to spend hour upon hour dreading what new methods of mental torment she would have to face, no longer would she have to spend heart-breaking minutes pretending to be unhurt by every cruel cut of retribution made into her now empty soul, no longer would she spend endless seconds praying for a deliverance.

But in all honesty, she’d stopped praying for deliverance months ago, for a long time now, all she’d been praying for was release. She zipped up her foot long duffel, and swept the room with one last gaze. Her murti, her sindoor, her clothes all of it’it was all gone. It was as if Khushi Singh Raizada had never existed. By NothingLasts [Excerpt]: He ran to her and held on to her as though he’d die without her. Khushi gently wove her arms around his waist and held him.

They stood there, lost. Arnav put his head on hers and she put hers on his chest. Their tears joined together. One knowing the truth mechanically, the other knowing the end result of it despite being unaware of the base. She whispered, “I’m going to die, aren’t I?” by Appurs [Excerpt]: And now, he was finally going home. No one knew of his arrival. He hadn’t wanted to give them hope only to have to dash it.

Whether it would mend the fences or make things worse, he didn’t know. His only hope was the repeated assurances he had gotten from Di and Bhai whenever they called him that Bhaiyya was a changed man now. Well, he would believe it when he saw it. He for one, couldn’t fathom how Arnav Singh Raizada could change because of the mere slip of a girl he had seen in the wedding photos. & by Charlotte [Excerpt]: Could he have been mistaken in judging her?

This was something he needed to figure out. In the meantime, he had come to a decision. He could never let her go. He tried to remember that exact moment when he had made this decision and failed. He wanted her. He would ensure she would never want to leave him.

By The_Rain (Ongoing) [Excerpt]: As expected, she saw her husband examining the leaf of a Hibiscus with sharp attention, a frown on his face. He looked thoughtful for a while, took the scissor and cut the leaf. Then putting aside the scissor, he took his Blackberry and started to jot something in there solemnly. Khushi let out a giggle, she was sure he was putting “Check on Hibiscus” on his To-Do List.

That was Arnav, too serious to ignore a yellow leaf on a single plant, and too busy to remember something as trivial as this. By Chibisuke [Excerpt]: I have been smiling like never before. After all I need to convince the family that everything is well in my married life! They’ve been giving me looks, I don’t know what else to call them.

Its almost as if they can see through my pretensions and know what I feel. More than them, I need to convince Arnavji that his trick did not break my confidence.

After all, if he knows what his behavior does to me, he will simply step it up. And that will be the death of me. Instead, making him feel that I am absolutely okay, it helps me ward off the sadness in me. So, I have decided that I shall be as cheerful and happy as I can. At least on the outside.

It’ll rub off on the inside too, right? By ACTywm [Excerpt]: A day.a mere day.twenty-four bloody hours.and so many things had happened.so many emotions plagued him.what would he do now.the mighty ASR at a loss to his feelings.his mind giving into his heart.

By Arisai [Excerpt]: As his clothes fell from his arm to the ground and he took a step back towards her, Khushi placed his wedding ring back in her bedside table and shut the drawer. Her own was, at that moment, in a small pot at the back of a cupboard in the kitchen, waiting for her to hurriedly twist onto her ring finger for when he returned and rang the doorbell: Waiting outside for his loving wife to open the door and welcome him into her arms by Archi [Excerpt]: “No,” Arnav whispered, the truth finally sinking in. While some part of him, the rational half, was relieved to finally understand why Khushi’s behavior never matched up to his reasoning, the rest of him was scrambling to hold up the weight of reality. “Happy now?” Payal asked, sarcastically. “Khushi left forever!” Arnav’s legs buckled as he landed on his knees. All those hurtful things he said to her, all pain he caused her, only to find out she was never wrong? “No,” he repeated.

“That’s that’s not true” Payal was shocked to see her brother-in-law on the floor and more so as she listened to the jumble of words stumbling out of his mouth. It was not normal to see a man of such power, tormented. With every word he uttered, he seemed to be breaking down even further. As if all his walls came tumbling down. As if the great Arnav Singh Raizada was nothing but a mere mortal, whose heart wasn’t a stranger to the pain life offered. By Smitar [Excerpt]: Arnav watched his bride with loving eyes, the big smile on her face as she laughed and joked with everyone How he had longed for her to sit by him at his dining table, how he had longed to hear her laughter, see her eyes glowing with joy, feel the warmth that she radiated, touching every person she met with her good heart He smiled.

He was blessed. By Mints23 [Excerpt]: What have I done? I literally broke her loving heart. She hid the truth to save Di from getting hurt and I thought such despicable things about her. How could I trust that hideous Shyam?

Why didn’t I check on the truth earlier? I have been such a fool to damage such a pure soul. She is Khushi, my Khushi. Or is she still? By Maya Hill [Excerpt]: It is a truth universally acknowledged that when a man realizes he has made a colossal mistake, he will first try to mend matters without admitting that a mistake was ever made. Arnav Singh Raizada was no different. Even before his eyes opened the morning after Holi, he knew three things, absolutely.

He knew that a life without Khushi by his side would be unendurable. He knew that Khushi was as much a victim of Shyam’s duplicity as his Di. And he knew that he had made a monumental error in judgment and Khushi must never learn of it. By Pnars [Excerpt]: Please wake up Khushi, he’d wept, and I’ll lay the world at your feet.

The thought made him start as he readied for the day. Have you laid the world at her feet Raizada? Ever since their second wedding, she had been working tirelessly.

First to catch Shyam, and then to be a good bahu and integrate herself into the house. Always thinking of others, never herself. By Pinkionly [Excerpt]: “Wait a second!

Don’t jump to conclusions. Why don’t you try calling from your phone. There’s got to be a way. How could he do this and if he was going to why in hell did he wait till now” and off Arnav went while she sat there speechless not knowing the answers to any of it.

Her to be husband had literally left her standing in the middle of this chaos to deal with it on her own. She just got ditched at her own alter. What were the chances of this happening in her well planned and calculated life?

By Smitar [Excerpt]: “Stop smiling!” Her smile faltered. Why shouldn’t I smile? After all, my name is Khushi.” She smiled a naughty smile, and quickly moved away from him, not wanting to risk her neck. Her sanity and her heart were on the line anyway. Bootcamp 1.4 Beta Free. He pulled her to him, his hands on her arms, desperate.

“Khushi, I am sorry I should have trusted you. II am sorryVery sorry You don’t have to go” by Rock Barbie [Excerpt]: The bliss that she believed she owed from every wrong doing and disappointment all through her life was fast becoming a rare commodity in her life. The short life span of her married life had brought enough enjoyment and happiness but a recent tryst with fate was blemishing the purity of it all. By Expel [Excerpt]: “Yes! You have no right! Have you forgotten that we lied to everyone about our marriage today? We didn’t even go to the temple!” They stared at each other, both angry, both reeling from the truth.

By Doe-eyes [Excerpt]: Groaning, Arnav bent even lower, until he was almost doubled over, as though in pain. Khushi had pleaded with him, time and time again, that she had tried to tell Anjali, but she was afraid of how she would react if she found out the man she worshipped was stabbing her in the back. That she was afraid of what would happen to him if his Di had to face such betrayal. She had cared about him. Feared for him. And in the past one month, he had done nothing but give her hell. By Manreet_Gill [Excerpt]: “You know, they say that the darker the colour of the mehndi is, the more your husband will love you.” Khushi couldn’t help the impish grin that made its way artlessly upon her lips as she awaited Arnav’s reply with bated breath, “And do you think it measures the depth of my love Khush?” a teasing tone sang within his husky voice as he awaited the answer he knew he would always recieve; “No, nothing could ever quantify the depth of our love Arnav,” whispered Khushi, sincerity shining in her hazel eyes.

By BlueMystique [Excerpt]: Where am I? She tried to sit up, despite the crippling pain in her hand. She felt weak, like she could keel over any second. The pain in her head was killing her. Closing her eyes, she clutched her head in her hands to try and relieve the pain, only to pull back when she felt something wet on her hands.

She was covered in it. When she moved her eyes away from her hands, what she saw made her let out a blood curdling scream. A bloody body and the knife she had been clutching in her hand. By Shraddska [Excerpt]: Mr. Gupta continued, “Well as per what he has told us, we can definitely not get your Jiji married to him but” Khushi’s head snapped up in surprise to first look at Arnav & then at her Dad. So he had convinced her father that he couldn’t marry Jiji? Khushi thought.

Her Mom walked up to her then and put a hand on her cheek. “Khushi bitiya, this might come as a surprise to you but Mr.

Raizada has proposed a marriage with you instead.” “WHAT?” Khushi almost shrieked looking wide eyed at Arnav. By Harsh42 [Excerpt]: When Khushi didn’t respond, he said in a dry voice, “That’s not gonna work. My voice is inside your head.

I’m INSIDE your head!! Or else would I be speaking so much?!

I’m right now a Khushi version of me!!” Khushi opened her eyes and looked at him with eyes filled with longing. “And you should cry, Khushi. Don’t hold it all in your chest. It simply stresses you out.” Arnav’s voice was now coercing. Khushi fought the urge to touch him by remembering the past six months of her alleged CONTRACT MARRIAGE, and turned her back on him. By Basanti [Excerpt]: His own sister had told him that she would cut off all her ties with him, cut his access to her children if he didn’t get married to the girl who had been chosen for him.

He was in two minds to stand his ground and resign from the company that had been his dream from his childhood, go out and do something on his own. But he knew that the benefits of the Raizada surname outweighed the pain and heartbreak of a wedding with this woman. So Arnav Singh Raizada agreed to this sham of a wedding, making it clear in ways more than one that he was being coerced into this wedding and that his wife would never have his heart, mind or soul. By Napstermonster (Ongoing) [Excerpt]: He made a sudden movement and saw her instinctively flinch, and something within him snapped.

For the first time that evening, he actually spoke to the woman he had married, and who was his fevered dream turned into haunting nightmare. “So Khushi Singh Raizada” he whispered, his voice heavy with despair, hollow, and echoing throughout the dark room.

“How was your wedding night? Mine was just perfection.” by Nymra [Excerpt]: “aur phir Mamiji ne bhiaap has raheho?” Khushi asked more hurt than anything else, at what in her eyes was her husband’s callousness. She knew he didn’t believe in all the reeti-reewaj’s she considered such an intricate part of her life, but he’d never laughed at her for them, he’d always understood, at least’he’d always seemed to understand. All together it was suddenly too much, the being there, the not being there the doubts, the feeling of never being enough, never being perfect, and with a knowledge born of heartache and a painful practicality Khushi realized that the doubters, the naysayers, the cynicsthey were all right.

By RockBarbie [Excerpt]: He is gentle with her. His movements are fluid and his words – dreamy. She sees stars behind her eyelids and is loose limbed by the end. He arranges himself around her like a human blanket and tells her a story of a heart broken star in an old universe. She isn’t surprised to find tear stains on her cheeks the next morning when she wakes up.

& by Smitar [Excerpt]: She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. She had left something out. Bindi, kangan, jhumke were all in order. But her neck.

Her neck was bare. Her fingers gently touched the skin of her neck. “Amma, why does my neck feel so bare? Was there some chain that I used to wear regularly?” Khushi asked. Garima looked at Buaji and said, “Naahi, bitiyaa. You never used to wear anything around your neck.” “Acha?” Khushi looked at her neck again. “Maybe you are right.” But why did she miss the weight of a chain around her neck?

By Chokri_ASR (Ongoing) [Excerpt]: “Arnav” She whispered, picking up the photo frame that sat on the window ledge since she moved into this expanded office space over five years ago. Her husband that was what he was referred to in front of society, but was that what she referred to him within the four walls of their home? She gazed at the photo, which was taken right before they got engaged.

Both smiling, happiness glowing on their faces. But most of all reflecting the love for the other as they looked into each others eyes. She caressed the photo, remembering her first encounter with the man who’d captured her heart over ten years ago. By Lazyleaves [Excerpt]: And she let him have his way with her. Because she loved being loved by him.

Because in bed, she was only Khushi Singh Raizada being loved by her husband Arnav Singh Raizada and not the girl who was on the verge of destroying everything that this man cherished, the man who had taken away everything that she had cherished. By Tia.o [Excerpt]: Suddenly Arnav feels as if he is suffocating. As if all the air disappeared. As if his breathing stopped. He lifts his trembling hands and clutches his heart tight. He feels as if his heart beat became sluggish His entire body starts to hurt and numbness starts to set in He looks up and sees the Operation Theatre’s door opens and the doctor comes out NK rush to the doctor while he struggles to stand up with sinking heart on his suddenly weak and trembling legs.

The doctor says: The bullet hit her heart. We tried our best to revive her. But I’m sorry. We could not save her. [Excerpt]: “It was fun? Really Arnav?

When you held me, when you hugged me, when you talked to me, even when you kissed meyou felt nothing at all? Wow” said a shocked and devastated Khushi. She wasn’t expecting him to open his arms for her, and tell her they would have all of that. But she was expecting him to at least say that he meant something to her, which apparently she didn’t.

She was officially broken. Now she knew why people say that they never wanted to fall in love. Because all you really do get is heartbreak. By Tina [Excerpt]: Second honeymoon? “Well actually we never had a first honeymoon.” “See!” pointed out Lavanya. “Even more reason for it. Not to mention that now you’re in the danger time period.” by Expel [Excerpt]: Suddenly, he realised that she was staring back at him with an equal fascination.

Her eyes were solemn, curious, and unafraid. He couldn’t look away, caught in a web that spun around them, holding them captive with it’s sheer intensity. A shimmering web that brought together this man and woman who had never met before.

And so it began. By Expel [Excerpt]: My eyes focus on my reflection in the mirror over the marble vanity, and I stop, arrested by the sight.

It looks like my brief shower hasn’t managed to get rid of one last fragment of redone last reminder of this exhausting, bewildering day. My hands rise to the parting in my hair where a faint trace of red still lingers. I rub at it, but it looks like it’s here to stay. I think it’s going to be with me through the rest of my life. The rest of my married life.

A wry grin twists my mouth as I whisper the words at my reflection. “Shaadi Mubarak, Khushi Arnav Raizada.” by Mints23 [Excerpt]: Arnav lay on the bed, cooling down with Khushi, snuggled into his arms, breathing evenly. He brushed a few loose tendrils off her face, and kissed her forehead lightly. She had surprised him today, and he knew how guilty she felt for troubling him.

She had the kindest and most loving heart in the world and it belonged to him only him. He smiled, thinking about how the red tie had her raging towards him and pulled her soft form even closer. The last thought that he had, as sleep overtook him was, ‘If this is how a wife is going to be right he would love to be always wrong. By Expel [Excerpt]: I have never written anything in a diary before. Until now, I have never felt the need to pour my innermost thoughts onto paper. But the events of today have shaken me, and I cannot stop myself from creating a record of exactly what I have done.

Will this help in taking away some of the pain? Will this help ease my turmoil? I have no answers to those questions. By Appurs [Excerpt]: Turning to her husband, Khushi asked, “Arnavji, I know better than anyone how scary you are in your ASR mode”, only to be cut off as her husband snapped, “She’s not an employee like you were who at yelled at without any reason.

You were an incredible employee, and just fell victim to my wrath and inner turmoil. And don’t ever compare yourself to another female, Khushi! The way you stood up to me, understood me and loved me, through all of it, cannot be compared to anyone, ever. Am I making myself clear?” by ShikhaKhushi [Excerpt]: “It’s not that” he gulped. How to say it?

He may have told her to marry him to save her from her stepmother, but now that they were tied together, he didn’t want to let go. This feeling that he felt for her and her only?

By Tina [Excerpt]: A good layer of dust covered everything. He blew it aside, his heart constricting as he raised the photograph to eye-level. It was from their marriage – the proper one. He was holding Khushi in his arms, their faces shining as they crossed the threshold as one. How happy they’d been that day How much in love. Who could have imagined that within the year, they would not even be on speaking terms?

By Ccuteaangel [Excerpt]: Arnav was in the bathroom and he heard movement in the room so he knew she was awake. He groaned lowly, he didn’t want to have to face her. He knew somewhere deep inside that the Khushi he knew would never do that to his Di, but whether she had been involved or not, she was a part of everything that could have torn apart his sisters life, and he was reminded of that everytime he saw her. So he did what he found easiest, resorted to rudeness and ignorance. Decided to treat her as badly as he could muster, to keep the feelings he had for her at bay.

He had been rushed into this marriage. He wasn’t ready, and now, he wasn’t sure he would ever be. By IPK007 [Excerpt]: As Arnab moved aside and stood with his back against the railing, a strong whiff of jasmine oil soon passed him. It was then that he noticed her small hands. Adorned with the traditional red and white bangles, the trembling hands clutched something tightly. It was a doll, Arnab noted with a sudden pang by ShikhaKhushi [Excerpt]: They seldom spoke to each other.

In the beginning, she had tried. She had tried to befriend him or start a conversation with him during the rare meals he allowed himself to have at home, but he had silenced her and killed her hopes with his disinterested, one-worded answers. She seemed to gradually understand what he wanted and stayed out of his way. At times, she didn’t even appear at the table. But it was not what had made him suspicious.

By Bingala (IC) [Excerpt]: She was there. He knew she was there, encroaching on his sanctuary and muddying up his usually clear thought process. He could feel her in that damnable way.

It was as if every nerve in him stood up to watch and wait for her. Arnav kept on tending his plants, pulling out a stray weed here and there. What he would really like to do is pull his erstwhile wife’s by her braid and pull her against him and finish what they had nearly started at Diwali. He would stroke her almost translucent cheeks and watch them ruddy up. Then, he would trace the colour with his lips and tongue.She would have her eyes scrunched up, and he would coax them open with his mouth, tenderly. His eyes flew open, he hadn’t even realized that they had drifted close while thinking of Khushi.

Tenderness was not an option here. Once he would have but then, the game had changed – those dice turned out to be loaded not unlike that Dire Straits song. He smiled to himself. Songs, poetry – Whoever said that lust brings a man to his knees had it right. If they hadn’t, then Arnav Singh Raizada would say it today. Rolling his eyes he then trained them in the direction of his agonies.

What was she doing? His heirloom Egaltine roses he sighed. His wife had struck up a conversation with the roses. By Shraddska [Excerpt]: Arnav Singh Raizada, today you are my would-be imperfect husband but I’ll not rest until I turn you into ‘The Perfect Husband’ This is a challenge that I put forward to myself. Get ready Laad Governor Khushi Kumari Gupta is coming to change the layout of your ‘Perfect Life’ and to blast off your ‘Discipline’ to shreds by Napstermonster [Excerpt]: Khushi could finally cry, and she did, sobbing, after five long months, for her pain, for her Bauji, for the other man in her life. For Arnav, whom she had thought she had lost forever, but who, it turned out, had been just as lost, just as desperate for her as she had been for him. For the man who had tried all these months to reach her, even as she had waited, silently, to be reached by him.

“Ahhh, but I never married you to let you go did I?” Arnav said, and inwardly chucked as he saw the furrow in her brow and the confusion etched on her face “What?” Khushi was beyond confused this man was weird, sometimes he was all lovey and then next minute he was shouting at her for being silly. She couldn’t keep up with all this. Arnav realised that now it was time to tell her the truth. By Jaffacakes [Excerpt]: “DON’T LIE!” He slammed his fist down at the steering wheel, his eyes blazing. “Chote!” Anjali called knocking on his window, hands full of plastic bags, in surprise. Both of them straightened their faces as Di opened the back door, joining them. The ride home had been filled with Anjali’s chatter, unaware of the tension brewing between the individuals sitting in front of her, whilst Arnav was unaware of the excruciating pain Khushi was in, both heart and body.

The sun was slowly setting, taking all fragment of light away, allowing darkness to spread above them. As soon as they had arrived home Khushi raced upstairs, closing the door behind her, whilst Arnav remained busy on making sure a pregnant Anjali ate.

By Merrydock [Excerpt]: Everything that happened that night after she reached home had left her adrift in a storm, cursed by her own stars with no anchor and no redemption. What she knew, she could not confide in anyone, lives were at stake people she cared about would have been destroyed. She was in the eye of the storm so she let the storm carry her away leaving everything and everyone she loved far behind. By InvisibleSmile [Excerpt]: They say, time is a constant reminder of what we have gained over the years, or might have lost, but what do you do when it reminded you of the monotonous life you have been stuck in. What if you can’t move against or come to terms? How does one live such a life, where all you could do was breathe but just for the sake of living, smile but just for the sake of the strangers, be in love but just for the eyes of others, within the four white washed walls, they were as equivalent to two mere strangers who walk by each other and don’t even recall each others existence. Yes that was Khushi Gupta, now Khushi Raizada’s, life.

By Curledup [Excerpt]: “Ahhh, but I never married you to let you go did I?” Arnav said, and inwardly chucked as he saw the furrow in her brow and the confusion etched on her face. “What?” Khushi was beyond confused this man was weird, sometimes he was all lovey and then next minute he was shouting at her for being silly. She couldn’t keep up with all this. Arnav realised that now it was time to tell her the truth. By Mistyrains (IC) [Excerpt]: That day, a year later, today, she was still scared to enter Aashna’s room, because as soon as she would enter, she would be greeted by pictures of him. The same eyes that haunted her dreams, would mock at her every time she entered that room. Because, the man whose one look, one word, one touch would still send shivers down Khushi’s spine, was her daughter’s idol.

Her daughter wanted to be like him, a workaholic, talk like him, the way that never gave too much away, think like him, the way no other normal person ever would. And since that July evening, seven years ago, her daughter would cut away all pictures, articles, news clippings she could find around her, sit in front of the TV every night at eight, eyes glued to the Times Business channel, awaiting any news of him, or his ever growing business empire. Coincidence or a twist of fate, Khushi mused.

By Smelling Salts [Excerpt]: “So you deliberately left me with a note stating the obvious – that you were leaving me, no reasons given and decided to raise our sons by yourself.” Arnav’s statement, said in a deceptively soft voice belied the seething rage he was in. & by Angelteen [Excerpt]: Her hands found his tense ones and squeezed hard, trying to breathe the way the doctor had made her practice, all the while her warm brown eyes caught in his honey tone ones, trying to find some relief in his gentle words, in the motion his thumb rubbed against the back of her palm, in his beautiful concerned eyes and the future that lay in them – one they had both dreamt of together.

By Meera30 [Excerpt]: It was not easy. The physical pain she could bear.

But at this time, it became impossible for her to block all the memories she had managed to keep at bay for the past few months. Images flashed in front of her. His smile, his irritation, his annoyance, his flirting, his passion. By Vandana [Excerpt]: He took the last sip from the glass. Then, with a sigh that welled up from deep within him, his eyes screamed, ‘I hate you Khushi Kumari Gupta.’ One whole year, one entire miserable year- no word from her, no sign. She had simply dropped off the face of the earth, as if she had never lived outside his tortured imagination.

You, you are the cruel, heartless, ruthless one..not me – you, YOU,’ heart screamed at the stars silently, embracing the nothingness around him. Sleep finally overtook the spent soul. By The IncorrigibleMagpie [Excerpt]: That was when he felt the second twinge of misgiving in the space of 5 minutes. For when Arnav looked at his wife, the steel in his eyes melted away and was replaced by tenderness that Shyam wouldn’t have believed the man to have been capable of expressing; as though his whole being was attuned to the slender woman beside him who had a hand on his arm and was drawing his attention to the way the light from a nearby candle caught the stone on her ring. Both of them seemed to have forgotten Shyam’s presence entirely. *stunning banner credit to / gorgeous gifs credit to *.

Hello gorgeous! Yes, yes, we are overdue some Slow Burns. I will get back to that as soon as FWN is wrapped up in a pretty bow. Recently, I’ve been losing myself in some delightful ficverse gems, so I thought, why not make a blog post of it? Current Reads: by Chokri_ASR by Manreet_Gill by Mirabell & Winter To-Read Shortlist by smitar by Bluemystique by Manreet_Gill by IPK007 by Rockbarbie [No joke, the beauty of her prose deserves much love. Join me!] Please share what’s been keeping you up in the wee hours so we may all partake!

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