🌹 Title: MERI MOHABBAT 🌹

🌟 INTRODUCTION 🌟

In a world ruled by bloodlines and betrayal, two souls—one raised in power, the other in pain—are destined to rewrite each other’s fate…

👑 MALE LEAD: Aarav Rathore

Age: 28

Profession: CEO of Rathore Group | Mafia Boss of the Rathore Syndicate

Personality: Calm, calculative, and extremely obsessive. He is a leader by blood, feared by enemies, and respected by allies. Behind his cold eyes lies a heart capable of deep, unwavering love.

Background: As the eldest son of the Rathore family, Aarav was trained to take over the empire—both legal and illegal. His younger brothers follow his orders, and his words act as a final verdict for them. Though surrounded by violence and deception, he longs for something pure... something real.

Loves: The only person who looked at him without fear— Meher Sharma.

🌸 FEMALE LEAD: Meher Sharma

Age: 22

Profession: Literature Student | Part-time Bookstore Assistant

Personality: Gentle, soft-spoken, yet emotionally resilient. She hides her pain behind a tender smile and quietly dreams of a life where love isn’t cruel.

Background: Meher lives with a family that never showed her affection. Constantly blamed, insulted, and restricted, she finds peace only in books and silence. But even broken hearts crave comfort…

Loves: The dangerous man who made her feel safe—Aarav Rathore.

✨ THEIR FATE ✨

He rules a kingdom of shadows.

She survives in a house with no light.

When love blooms between power and pain—

Can "Meri Mohabbat" become their escape, or will it burn them both?

Meher Sharma:-✨❤️

Usne kaha, "Main andheron ka aadmi hoon..."

Main muskurayi, "Toh main roshni ban jaaungi."

Jise duniya ne na samjha, usse dil mein basa liya,

Yeh meri mohabbat thi... jo khamoshi mein bhi keh gayi sab kuch.

Aarav Rathore:-✨❤️‍

Main toh aadat se majboor tha, mohabbat se door tha,

Lekin uski ek muskaan ne, mujhe zinda kar diya.

Jise duniya ne kamzor kaha, usne mere zakhmon ko bhar diya,

Woh meri kamzori nahi…

Woh meri mohabbat hai… meri jeet hai.

So guys this is all about the introduction . Hope you all will like the story and pls comment if there is any mistake so that I will improve myself and give you best episodes ...

🌟 To My Readers:

This story is for you—the ones who believe in love, even when life gets tough.

For the girls who hide their tears behind smiles.

For the boys who act strong but silently hope someone will stay.

This is your story too.

If you love slow-burn romance, possessive yet caring male leads, emotional healing, mafia drama, and deep character growth—then Meri Mohabbat is made for you.

Each chapter will bring you closer to their hearts. So laugh with them, cry with them, and most importantly, fall in love with them.

❤️ Because this isn’t just Aarav and Meher’s love story.

It’s Meri Mohabbat… and now, it’s yours too.

This story is very close to my heart, and with your support, I want to make it even more special.

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[Scene: Meher Sharma – Texting in her diary app, early morning, her room.]

Meher (typing...):

Dear Diary,

Another day, another scar no one will see.

Mom shouted at me again this morning because I left one spoon in the sink.

Dad didn't even glance at me at breakfast. As if I don't exist.

Sometimes I wonder... am I invisible? Or just unwanted?

But books don’t hurt me. Books don’t scream. Books let me breathe.

I’ll finish my shift at the bookstore today and hide in my paper world, like always.

At least there… no one calls me a burden.

[Scene: Aarav Rathore – at his mansion terrace, morning.]

Aarav (thinking):

Another deal closed. Another lie sold.

And still… the silence in this house feels louder than any gunfire.

Aarav (to himself):

I’ve been called ruthless, cold-hearted, emotionless.

Maybe they’re right. When you’re raised in power and trained for blood, what else can you become?

[Message pops from his younger brother, Vihaan]

Vihaan:

“Bhai, are you coming to tonight’s party? Big people, big names. We need you there.”

Aarav:

“I’ve seen enough masks, Vihaan. Let them play their games.”

Vihaan:

“Then do something normal today. Breathe. Step outside Rathore Mansion for once.”

Aarav (after a pause):

“Where?”

Vihaan:

“That old bookstore near Model Street. You liked it when we were younger. It’s still quiet… real.”

Aarav:

“Real? Sounds rare.”

[Scene: Bookstore – late morning, Meher working quietly, arranging the shelves.]

Bookstore Manager:

“Meher, can you handle the front while I go and get the lunch?”

Meher:

“Yes sir, I’m okay.”

Customer (entering):

“Excuse me, is this the latest Khaled Hosseini novel?”

Meher:

“Yes, sir. Third shelf to your left. Would you like me to help you find it?”

Customer:

“You’ve got a gentle voice. Don’t lose it.”

Meher (small smile):

“Thank you… I won’t.”

[Meher texts in her diary app, sitting behind the counter.]

Sometimes even a kind word from a stranger feels like love.

But love? I stopped expecting that long ago.

[Scene: Aarav enters the bookstore slowly, eyes scanning the quiet room.]

Aarav (thinking):

No bodyguards. No files. No suits shouting numbers.

Just… peace. Silence. Smell of paper.

And then… he saw her.

A girl behind the counter. Lost in a book. A soft light around her. Like the kind he saw in his dreams, but never in real life.

Aarav (to himself):

She looks like she belongs to another world. Too gentle for a place like this.

What’s her name?

Meher looks up as the doorbell rings. Their eyes meet.

Meher (thinking):

Who is he?

A suit. Sharp eyes. Intense face. But there’s… something broken in his gaze. Something familiar.

Aarav walks toward her. Calm. Focused. Controlled.

Aarav:

“Do you have poetry books in Urdu?”

Meher (nervous, but composed):

“Yes… right this way, sir.”

[She walks toward the poetry section. He follows.]

Aarav (noticing her silence):

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

Meher (quietly):

“I only speak when someone wants to listen.”

Aarav (pause, then softly):

“Then maybe I should start listening more often.”

[They reach the shelf. Aarav picks up a book – Faiz Ahmed Faiz’s Meri Mohabbat]

Aarav:

“‘Meri Mohabbat’… interesting title. I’ve read this before.”

Meher (gently):

“It’s my favorite.”

Aarav:

“Mine too… from today.”

[Meher smiles. It’s small, almost invisible. But Aarav notices.]

[Scene: Later that afternoon, Aarav sitting in his car, parked outside the bookstore.]

Aarav (thinking):

She didn’t know who I am. Not the CEO. Not the mafia king. Just… a stranger with too much in his eyes.

And for the first time… someone looked at me like I wasn’t a monster.

[Scene: Meher in the store, back to reading, texting in her diary app again.]

He came in like a shadow... calm but heavy.

He didn’t smile, didn’t speak much. But when he looked at me, it didn’t feel like pity.

It felt like someone finally saw the storm inside me... and didn’t look away.

[Scene: Aarav receives a message from Vihaan again.]

Vihaan:

“So? Did you find peace?”

Aarav:

“No. But I found something… strange.”

Vihaan:

“What?”

Aarav:

“A girl with a soft voice… and louder silence than mine.”

[Meher closes the store in the evening. Rain begins to fall outside.]

She stands under the bookstore awning, no umbrella, watching the sky cry quietly.

Suddenly, a black car stops in front of her. Window rolls down. Aarav is inside.

Aarav:

“It’s raining. Want a ride?”

Meher (surprised):

“You… remembered me?”

Aarav:

“I forget people who talk too much. You… spoke without speaking.”

Meher (hesitating):

“What if you’re dangerous?”

Aarav (smirking faintly):

“I am. But never to those who smile like you just did.”

[She gets into the car. Neither speaks for a while. The silence is warm.]

Meher (thinking):

I don’t even know his name. But somehow, I feel… safe.

And that’s the most dangerous feeling of all.

[Aarav drops her two streets away from her house. She steps out into the rain.]

Aarav (watching her walk away, whispering):

“Meri mohabbat… maybe she’s what I’ve been looking for all along.”

💔 To be continued… 💔

Some stories don’t begin with grand confessions. They begin in silence—and stay in the heart forever.

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[Scene: Meher’s Home – tiny rented flat in Delhi outskirts]

Meher (narration, diary style):

“Everyone says home lies where the heart exists ❤️‍🩹.

But what if your heart dies a little more 💔… every time you return home?”

[Evening, Meher enters quietly. Her mother is shouting at someone on the phone.]

Mother (yelling):

“Don’t act smart with me, Renu! Do you think raising a girl like her is easy? Huhh? Useless, spineless, and yet not married!”

[She slams the phone. Notices Meher.]

Mother (cold glare):

“You finally returned? Did you flirt with boys all day again at that stupid bookstore?”

Meher (softly):

“No, Maa. I just worked and directly came to home…”

Mother (taunting):

“Don’t lie to me, shameless girl! I saw the way you smiled at that delivery boy yesterday.”

[Scene shifts to kitchen. Meher quietly starts cooking dinner.]

Meher (thinking):

I never answer back.

Not because I’m weak…

But because I’m tired😔.

[She slices vegetables. Her fingers tremble slightly from exhaustion.]

[Her father walks in – silent, aggressive, alcoholic. Slams a bottle on the table.]

Father:

“What the hell is this with Daal(Indian Lentil curry) again?! Can’t you make proper food like your mother?”

Meher (gently):

“There wasn’t enough money left for vegetables today, Papa…”

Father (throwing the plate):

“Then die! You and your useless bookstore job! Bringing shame to this house!”

[Later. Meher alone in her small room. Window half broken. Just one pillow. She clutches her diary.]

Meher (writing):

“Sometimes I wonder if I was born just to be punished.”

“My body doesn’t hurt anymore… but my soul bleeds every day.”

[Flashback – Meher’s childhood, around 9 years old.]

Little Meher:

“Maa, can I keep this stray puppy? He looks hungry.”

Mother (slapping her):

“We can’t even feed you properly! And now you want a dog? Are you mad?!”

[Meher stares blankly. That’s when she learned not to ask for love again.]

[Back to present – She thinks of the bookstore… and that stranger from earlier.]

Meher (whispers to herself):

“His eyes… why did they feel safe?”

“Even if just for a second… it felt like I mattered.”

[Scene shifts – Aarav at home, pouring himself a glass of wine. He thinks of Meher too.]

Aarav (to himself):

“She was quiet… but her silence screamed.

And that made more noise than any gun I’ve ever fired.”

Vihaan (teasing):

“Bhai, you’re zoning out. Don’t tell me some girl finally got into that stone heart of yours?”

Aarav (calmly):

“No… not into my heart.

She reminded me I still have one.”

[Scene – Late night, Meher’s father is yelling in another room. Meher locks herself in her room, trembling.]

Meher (diary):

“There’s no prince to save me. No fairy tale ending here.”

“Only one dream… escape.”

[Tears fall silently. She clutches her only prized possession—her poetry book.]

Meher (writing in the book’s last page):

“If I ever find someone who listens…

I won’t ask for love.

Just… don’t break me more.”

💔 To be continued…

Some girls don’t cry anymore, not because they’re strong—because they’re numb.

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