Sia Mathur has spent her whole life running-from danger, from betrayal, from the past that refuses to stop hunting her. Adhiraj Chakravarthy has spent his whole life searching-for truth, for justice, and, after a brutal heartbreak, for a reason to trust again. His past lover's betrayal shattered something inside him, leaving behind a vow carved in stone: never fall in love again. Never lose control. Never give someone that power. But fate doesn't care about vows. When Adhiraj and Sia collide, the impact is sharp, chaotic, and impossible to ignore. She hides behind fierce strength, her wounds buried deep. He hides behind cold walls, refusing to let another heartbreak destroy him. Yet somehow, their scars recognize each other-pulling them closer, even when they both try to pull away. As danger tightens around Sia, threatening to expose everything she's running from, Adhiraj becomes the only person standing between her and destruction. And when Sia's fear meets Adhiraj's refusal to love again, the connection between them becomes a battlefield neither expected. This is a story of two broken souls-one running from the world, and one running from love-finding each other in the ruins of their pasts... and discovering that sometimes the heart protects itself by choosing the very person it was never supposed to.

In a time when radios played Lata's songs and letters carried feelings deeper than words ever could, she met him-on the first day of college, twenty years after India gained independence. He wasn't a freedom fighter, but he freed something in her. A smile. A feeling. A love she never dared to name. He loved sitars when the world had moved on to guitars. He loved books, children, music... and she? She loved him. Quietly. Completely. From behind the veil of silence every sanskaari girl was taught to wear back then. He was the boy every girl admired. She was that quiet girl-who changed herself, little by little, just to be noticed. While he chased dreams and disappeared into the world, she stayed behind-with ink-stained fingers and a heart that beat only for him. She doesn't know where he is now. But she remembers the way he once looked at her, like she mattered. And now, decades later, all she has are her memories... and a diary that was never really about her. It was always about Him.

When I say Samaksh Rathore and Dhvani Shukla hate each other, I don't mean a little eye-roll or silent treatment kind of hate. I mean absolute, hard-core, blood-boiling hate. She's from Uttar Pradesh, daughter of a powerful political family-full of drama, chaos, and zero fear. He's from Rajasthan, heir to a wealthy business empire-swagger, charm, and sharp one-liners. Their worlds collided like firecrackers on Diwali. Their first meet? Vani stormed right in front of Samaksh's brand-new car, screamed at him like he was the villain of her movie, and-just to seal her point-she threw a stone straight at his ride. Sam, of course, didn't stay quiet. He roasted her so bad that the air was filled with insults louder than traffic horns. Their second meet? Worse. Another argument, another war. This time Sam threw the word "Bhagodi" at her, mocking the fact that she had run away from home. And Vani? She didn't waste a second-her hand flew, and the slap echoed louder than their shouting. Now, just the sight of each other makes their blood boil. If looks could kill, Sam and Vani would have destroyed each other long ago. Enemies isn't even the word... these two are living, breathing disasters waiting to explode.

They say you only fall in love once. For Ody and Mano, that once changed everything. In a world where love isn't always safe, and pain comes hand-in-hand with desire, two straight boys find each other in the middle of grief, trauma, and secrets that refuse to stay buried. Mano doesn't do vulnerability. Aggressive, tattooed, cold, and impossible to like, he plays the villain on purpose, because being hated is safer than being seen... and losing someone again would ruin him. Ody can't help but care. Bright, extroverted, charming and painfully sincere, he's the kind of boy who notices when you're hurting... even when you pretend you're not. He remembers your birthday, offers you the last slice, and apologizes even when it's not his fault. When their lives collide, nothing about them makes sense, except the way they keep gravitating toward each other. Sparks fly, but so do secrets, buried trauma, and a love neither of them is ready for. One of them hides behind silence. The other hides behind smiles. Together, they're wildfire. But not all fires survive the storm. The forbidden love between a broken boy and a lost one - a bond that refuses to break, even as the world tries to tear them apart. 🖤New chapter every Friday🖤 ! Warning : contains mature content and very dark themes including bullying, violence, strong language, explicit sexual scenes. Intended for readers 18 years and older. #3 gaylove / 66,1k. stories #2 wattpride / 18,9k. stories #9 lgbt / 17,4k. stories #9 lgbtlove / 17,1k. stories

Priya was an orphan girl who was hated by everyone for her dark skin and plus-size body. Despite this, she wished to find someone who would love her like her father loved her mother and protect her from the evil world. Her dream was shattered when she got married to Reyansh. Reyansh had been eagerly waiting to marry the love of his life, Ankita, but due to uncertain circumstances, he ended up marrying Priya instead. After 4 years, Priya had become nothing but Reyansh's maid, while for Priya, he was the love she could never have. Let's see, if Priya's unrequited love will turn into two-sided love.

When tech billionaire Rohan Singh's family threatens to cut him off unless he finds a respectable partner, he hires struggling Bollywood scriptwriter Aarav Kapoor to fake a relationship. Aarav, a sharp-tongued nerd with zero patience for Rohan's arrogance, only agrees to get his indie film funded, but their explosive chemistry turns every public appearance into a spectacle. As they navigate Mumbai's elite social scene, family pressures, and their own growing attraction, the line between performance and reality blurs a little more each day. With Rohan's towering frame constantly in Aarav's personal space and Bollywood gossip rags documenting their every move, these enemies-turned-lovers must decide what's more important: saving face or following their hearts.

"Le.. let me.. ee go "- A boy was continuously begging in front of the man sitting in front of him. The man had a cruel smirk on his face. " Ohh My cute little Zaya you really thought I would let you go after whatever I have done to get you, Tsk tsk tsk So innocent of you "- That man said " What have I done to you, why are you doing this to me " The man started laughing after hearing what his baby boy has said - "Yes you have done a very big mistake, the mistake of stepping you foot into my mansion . You made me feel something I have not felt in years, the day I saw you was the day I decided you are mine " What will happen when a man will get obsessed with a boy who is his son's best friend ?

Some souls are born under gentle skies, bathed in love and warmth. Meera was not one of them. Her world had always been cold and unwelcoming. Sent away to live under her grandmother's care, she grew up amidst cruelty. She was harassed, abused - the bruises invisible to the world, the loneliness louder than her cries. Life did not ease its grip as she grew older. Her marriage became just another prison. Her husband's words cut like knives, his hands heavy with rage. The day she learned the truth behind her marriage, her fragile hopes shattered completely. After years of being treated like a doormat, Meera finally chose freedom over chains. Divorce was not a new beginning - it was merely the end of one battle and the start of another: the fight to piece herself back together. Meera's journey became one of finding slivers of light in the deepest darkness... of discovering that sometimes, the love we yearn for most comes from the worlds we create within ourselves. She didn't know if her own "happily ever after" truly existed but she longed for the day when the man she adored in fiction might somehow step into her reality and hold her as tenderly as he held the love in his story. Will Meera ever find her happily ever after?

Moving to a new place is always a bit frustrating. Everything is out of place, boxes are everywhere. But Mia is very pleased with her bright new achievement and doesn't mind the hard work! What she doesn't expect is to get the shock of her life while meeting her dashing new neighbor and to receive an immediate invitation for a date. She is so surprised she accepts when she usually would have said no. But then, he seems so kind and charming... Maybe it will be nice. Maybe he is really a gentleman. That's it, if he wasn't just kissing some lady in front of his apartment.... The very next da Tags: Jerk, police officer, grovel, neighbor, second chance, boyfriend, besotted hero, regretful hero, kiss with OW while meeting heroine, sex with OW before meeting heroine, sweet heroine. Main couple: Mason and Mia Kiss with OW. No sex with other women or men after meeting. Celibate. Besotted hero. Besotted boyfriend. Grovel. Happy ending for the main couple. Second chance. Broken friendship. Possessive. Mine. Strong language. Sex scenes. Chapters: 20-25 chapters with epilogues "You know, I need to go to work. So, if you will just excuse me..." I start to say. "Why would you cancel on me?" He demands. This guy.... Has some adaucity to ask me that! Just read if you like HEA and forgiveness.

｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ A high school romance. ˜"*°• ~𝐘𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐲𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥~ •°*"˜ Some hearts burn. Some hearts heal. And some? They fight the world and each other just to love. Six souls. One city. A rollercoaster of dreams, heartbreaks, healing, and vengeance. Between badminton courts and battlefields, tuition tales and trauma, revenge and redemption-this is not just a story. It's a rebellion in disguise. It's love laced with rage. It's family-built, broken, and built again. Get ready for awkward moments and all those weird tuition sessions that will have you laughing, cringing, and maybe even rooting for these two chaotic souls to finally admit they like each others. _._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._.