tum tum amv

"Vo log aakhir mil hi jati hai jinki kismat me milna likha hota hai "

Wo usse har roz dekhta tha… Wo usse har roz mehsoos karti thi… Tamanna aur Manav — do log, ek hi kahani… Dono ke dil me ek hi ehsaas, par dono ke honton par khamoshi. College ke un chhote chhote palon me, unki dosti kab pyaar me badal gayi… ye na Tamanna samajh paayi, na Manav. Wo ek dusre ke sabse kareeb the… Par phir bhi sabse door. Kuch baatein kehne ke liye hoti hain… Aur kuch baatein sirf mehsoos karne ke liye. Par jab waqt haath se nikal jaye… Toh kya sirf khamoshi hi baaki reh jaati hai? Kya Tamanna aur Manav kabhi apne dil ki baat keh paayenge… ya unka pyaar hamesha adhoora hi reh jayega?

* main or tum* ek ankhi prem kahani " kuch riste kisamat likhti h, or kuch dil........" ** lekhak ** Shanaya (sumu)

Shaadi ek deal thi… lekin us deal ke piche chhupa tha badla. Anaya ko laga uski zindagi khatam ho gayi jab uski shaadi Arjun Malhotra se hui — ek aisa aadmi jiske aankhon me sirf ghamand aur junoon tha. Lekin shaadi ki pehli raat Arjun ne ek aisa sach bataya jisne sab kuch badal diya… Ye sirf ek rishta nahi, ek khatarnak khel tha — jisme pyaar, badla aur junoon sab shamil tha. Kya Anaya usse nafrat karegi… ya usi se mohabbat?

500

18 sal ki Anaya jisko pyar ho jata hai bhai sahab ke Aayush hai

romanchak kahani...

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.