Hope. Sometimes that's all you have when you have nothing left. But what if the ray of hope also loses its hope day by day?! ✧⁠*⁠。 ✧⁠*⁠。 ✧⁠*⁠。 "Her eyes conveyed it all what her tongue couldn't. She said she didn't feel anything but the way her eyes looking into mine without blinking asking me to not go away from her and embrace her in my arms while my heart scream the same." " I didn't know what was happening to me. Whenever he come near me something weird happen in my stomach, my heart begin to beat faster and the most which affect me is his deep eyes. They directly penetrate to my soul."

🥀 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 🦋 "In the game of power, love is the deadliest trap." ◍ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 This is a tale where every limit of friendship is crossed and every boundary of love is rewritten. It is the story of a boy who will teach her how to fall... and a girl who will show her own soul what it means to be worthy. One will make you fall in love. The other will make you realize your self-worth. ✨💗 ◍ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⚔️ 𝐇𝐄 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐛ENDING 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐑 He is the king of his own world. Cold, rude, and a workaholic whose heart is made of stone until it beats for her. To the world, he is a storm; to her, he is utterly helpless. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 Born a Princess, but crowned a Queen by her family. She is cryptic, a sensible soul with the temper of an Angry Bird and a heart shielded by iron walls. Protective, fierce, and beautiful-but she has one rule: She does not trust a man. ◍ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 🗝️ The Past: A chain that refuses to break. The Trust: A glass mirror already shattered. The Question: Will they overcome the shadows of their history, or will they remain prisoners of their own secrets? Will he be the one to heal her trust, or will the past burn them both to ashes? ◍ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓: ✨ Intense Romance | 🤝 Limitless Friendship | 🩸 Deep Secrets | 🦋 Self-Discovery

A runaway Bihari Bride with a Katta (gun 🔫) in a bag full of cash and jwellery + A charming Bollywood Lover Munda travelling solo first time. Collided into a train. Too much Fun. Too much Drama Full of Comedy Be ready ✨

𝙈𝙖𝙞 𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙝𝙪, 𝙩𝙪𝙟𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙚 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐮𝐚 "I'm obsessed with you, Ashrit. Because love is breathing, it is devotion but obsession? It is losing yourself in it, it is worshiping." ~ Rua Mittal "Saari duniya se ladne wala Ashrit, tumhare saamne jhuk raha hai, Rua." ~ Ashrit Dewan Happy ending

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

-𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒- "This was just an arrangement" I stared into oblivion repeating the same words he offered me the night of our wedding. He stepped closer to me lifting my chin with a finger and I resisted a shiver triggered just by his mere stare "Look me in the eye and say that" my heart clenched and I blinked when the tears threatened to suffocate me. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 ༺❀༻ 𝙄𝙩𝙞 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙜𝙞𝙧, a perfect enthusiast of happiness and a jolly personality. Coming from a well reputed business family she was expected to marry off for the sake of strengthening a successful alliance. But that was ever her dream, to have a fairytale of her own. 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙫 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧, a person exhaustively devoted to the empire he created. Known for his extreme silence even at the sour times. When the two opposite souls were bound together by the thread of marriage. Who will be chosen by Love and who would it break? Iti x Manav

𝓐𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 "He didn't touch me on our wedding night-not even a glance that felt like a beginning. I told myself I wouldn't fall. That I wouldn't love a man who kept the door to his heart bolted shut. But I did. In the way he said my name when he was tired. In the way he protected me without admitting it. I fell for a man who didn't want a wife. And every day, I wondered if being his wasn't enough to be his." ~ "I married her, not for love-but for peace. I told myself she was just a name on paper, not someone who'd turn my world upside down. I was cold, distant. Maybe even cruel. But she stayed. She smiled when I didn't deserve it. She made a stranger's house feel like something I wanted to come home to. And without warning-I fell. Now I can't look at her without wondering how I ever thought I could live untouched by her love." Under editing

☘︎ 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑪𝑶𝑴 "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒌 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊-𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔" 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑾𝑨𝑳 , all she ever wanted was a place to call her own. As the eldest daughter of a loud, loving joint family in Dehradun, she's spent her life putting others first-until one day, this girl who was sunrise in human form-glowing with old Bollywood songs, her jhumkas chiming like temple bells, and her chai always had that extra spoon of sugar to match the drama in her day, dares to put herself first and buys a cozy little house in Delhi. Her dream home. A space without constant knocks on the door, unsolicited advice, or shared cupboards. Except-plot twist-it's already been sold. To 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑽 𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑱𝑨 . The overly logical, emotionally constipated NRI from New York, the one who cursed mornings but still showed up-clutching a cup of black coffee with zero sugar as bitter as his overactive mind, noise-cancelling headphones on and wearing sarcasm like cologne, has returned not for a vacation-but for a memory, to buy back the house where he grew up, the house that once belonged to his parents, divorced parents. For him, it's not just property-it's a piece of his childhood. Now what ? Both have legal papers. Both want the house And neither is willing to leave. So what do they do? Exactly what any two stubborn people would do- They stay . Together . Become accidental housemates 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 the Mr.Fraud seller is found. And then? let's just say-𝑩𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊 , 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆- Because sometimes the wrong house can yo

-𝐓𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐡𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐞!- She sank to the floor, knees pulled in, her breath unsteady. "Some nights I feel like I'll disappear," she whispered. Ehan moved without urgency, lowering himself beside her. His hand found her arm, steady, warm-then gently, carefully, he drew her closer. She didn't resist. He shifted, guiding her onto his lap, slow enough to let her pull away, but she didn't. His arm settled around her, holding her there, while his other hand moved through her hair-soft, unhurried, smoothing it back, then lingering. Her head rested against his chest. For a moment, she stilled-listening his heartbeat-steady, unrushed. "Then I'll stay awake with you," he murmured, his voice low above her, "until you remember you're still here." Her fingers tightened slightly against his shirt. She buried her face into the side of his neck, the restraint slipping as quiet sobs escaped her. Her fingers clutched at his shirt, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Ehan's arm tightened around her back, pulling her closer against his chest. He didn't say anything. Didn't ask her to stop. Just held her there, closer than before, letting her stay in the space she had finally allowed herself to fall into. -⁠☆ Pakhi is like a small bird - quiet, careful, and carrying hidden scars from a world that never made room for her. She expresses herself through her writing, the only place she feels safe to be seen. Ehan is like a full moon - bold, bright, and sometimes reckless, but with shadows of loss he can't hide. Where she hesitates, he moves with daring; where he burns too brightly, she offers calm. In a world of darkness, the bird finds its way by the moon, and together they discover light even in the deepest shadow.

Doing a job is fine, but having a bad first impression on your boss outside of the workplace is not fine. By the time Aahira could realise that the one whom she had just trash-talked about her boss to was her boss himself, it was too late. Paperclipped With Her revolves around Aahira Awan (26), a very honest lady and a little too talkative. Everyone she meets likes her, except for the time she clashed with her soon-to-be boss at the signal, Avyan Devan (30); perhaps that was when her charisma faded. Aahira tried her best to keep everything professional, but her boss could not resist the urge to make things too personal, constantly instigating her to fight with him. They clash. They argue. They avoid each other. Why is Avyan still putting up with her when he has the power to lay her off at any time? What makes Aahira decide not to step down? Will they be able to fight their way into sharing a home?