𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 #𝟏: previously known as "My Home" A friends-to-lovers romance full of longing, heartbreak, and second chances. "𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒖𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑮𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒋𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒑 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏." (There's a peace in you like the one we find at home.") ──── ࣪𖤐 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗞𝗮𝘀𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗽 has always been the fixer. The son, the provider, the silent sufferer. But three years of living alone in a 1BHK apartment, away from everything he once called home, has chipped away at his soul. Exhausted. Hollow. Done pretending. Until 𝗩𝗮𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗹, his childhood best friend, walks back into his life like a monsoon after drought. She's fierce, funny, and knows how to read him even in his silence. What begins as comfort quickly turns into tension. Unspoken feelings. Lingering touches. And a dangerous question neither of them is ready to answer "What if the only place you ever truly feel belonged, is a person who can't be yours?" But love isn't always cozy. It's messy, confusing, and terrifying especially when the walls you built to survive start to fall. 🏠 Will their home always feel like home or will it become just four walls between two strangers? ────୨ৎ──── • She fell first, he fell harder • Forced proximity • Best friends to lovers • Slow burn with intense chemistry • Emotional healing arc ☆ 𝐕𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Surkh: crimson; the color of roses, of blood, and of wars fought long after their beginnings have been forgotten. For generations, the Sherazis and the Naqvis have stood on opposite sides of a feud so old that no one remembers where it began, only that it has survived long enough to become a legacy of its own. Inherited like a birthright and carried like a burden, the rivalry has shaped their very being. At the center of it stand Sikander Sherazi and Faris Naqvi. Bound by years of hostility, clashing ambitions, and a history neither man is willing to forgive, they are everything the other was raised to hate. As old tensions escalate and the fragile peace between their families begins to fracture, both men find themselves moving steadily toward a war that has been decades in the making. Because some rivalries are not measured in victories or defeats. They are measured in blood. And in the end, the only thing more dangerous than Sikander Sherazi's hatred for Faris Naqvi is... his inability to stay away from Faris Naqvi's wife.

"Sshhh... wait a second." He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. "What?" I snapped. "Your eyes... when did they become so... beautiful?" he slurred, staring like I'd sprouted stars overnight. "Go home, you drunkard!" I shoved at him, trying to break free. He ignored me, gripping my chin tighter, stepping close. "And your nose... it used to look worse than a clown's. Why does it look... different?" His finger traced the tip. "Veer! Did you even notice? I got plastic surgery this morning!" I forced a fake smile and stomped hard on his foot. He yelped and stumbled back, but before I could walk away, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. "Why do your lips... look so good today?" His gaze locked on mine. "Go inside, or I'll shove you off this corridor myself and tell everyone you slipped because you're drunk!" I wrenched my wrist free. "Maybe it's the saree... or maybe I just had a little too much," he said, voice low, eyes still on my lips. "Fuck off!" I snapped, my patience gone. He tilted his head, a smirk creeping onto his face, hair falling over his forehead. "We hate each other... don't we?" "Yes! You asshole!" I yelled, turning to slide the key into my door. "Good! Just wanted to confirm... Oh, and Yams?" His voice followed me as I slammed the door. I froze, keys trembling in my hand. "You'll love the blow I have planned for you tomorrow." My stomach sank. I already knew it wasn't going to be good. Shit. He's definitely up to something wicked. Fucking Veer. *** Veer of Apt 302 and Yamini of Apt 303. Everyone in Sahaja Residency knows this combo. They hate each other. They thrive on getting under each other's skin. Since when? Since the day they met. What do they do? Endless pranks. Relentless revenge. Daily chaos. But what happens when the universe decides to mess with them? They say the line between hate and love is dangerously thin... The question is-where exactly is that line, and who's going to cross it first?

'' Legends says if you can't fall asleep means that you are awake in someone's dream" she said while looking directly into his eyes he has the purest eyes she has ever seen. ''That is why you can't fall asleep for months cause you were awake in my dreams."he replied with a soft smile spreading on his lips. ............ . . . . . . 💫TROPES💫 ➡️Krisha and Rajvansh ▪️Love at first sight ▪️He fell first, he fell harder ▪️Always ready to fight x cool and calm never wants to fight with anyone ▪️Gane sune Bina neend nahi aati x use dekh kar sukoon milta hai ➡️ Khushi and shreyas ▪️childhood sweethearts ▪️Friends to lovers ▪️She fell first, she fell harder ▪️Pyar bharosa hai x pyar tabahi hai ➡️ Shreya and Shikhar ▪️ Ameer baap ki sudhri hui aulaad x Ameer maa ki sanskari aulaad ▪️ High school lovers ▪️He fell first and both fell harder ▪️Love after getting insulted . . . . . . . Let's dive into purity of love In the world of rajvansh and krisha. Shreya and shikhar Khushi and shreyas ............. Finding the true meaning of love , friendship , care , fear of losing someone special and feeling of being loved from someone.

𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬- 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 " 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥" 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 was supposed to marry the younger Malhotra brother. Everything was perfect. The venue. The families. The vows waiting to be spoken. Until the groom... disappeared. And the man who stepped forward instead....was 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚. The older brother. The responsible one. The one who had always stood beside her... but never in front of the mandap. One moment, they were best friends. The next moment....they were husband and wife. Not because they chose it. Not because they planned it. But because sometimes fate doesn't ask. It decides. And now they must live with a marriage neither of them expected...A bond that was never meant to exist. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰... 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 +𝟏𝟖 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 Replaced Groom 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐕𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. Dear Gulab & Gulabo's, this story is being revised and will return soon. Thank you for your patience 💛

#1 lawyers✨ Two lawyers. Academic rivals. Courtroom enemies. Saanvi Mehra is brilliant, relentless, and impossible to break. She's spent years fighting her way to the top, only to find Veer Raizada standing in her way. The man who hates her the most. Cold. Calculated. Cruel. From law school to courtrooms, their rivalry has always been war. Every case is a battle. Every glance, a challenge. Every word, a weapon. He wants to see her lose. He wants to break her. She refuses to fall. She refuses to break. But when a buried past begins to surface, dragging secrets neither of them are ready to face, the lines between hate and something far more dangerous. Obsession. It starts to blur. And just when they think it couldn't get worse... They're bound in an arranged marriage neither of them saw coming. (Previously:- THE ART OF CROSS EXAMINATION) We hit ✨ # 2 trends # 1 womanpower #1 banter #1 indian #1 suit #4 attorney #5 cat #8 powercouple #7 legal © Kiara Gilbert. All rights reserved. This work is protected under DMCA and international copyright law. Do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt any part of this story without explicit written permission. Unauthorized use will result in immediate DMCA takedown notices, reporting, and, if necessary, legal action. I appreciate every genuine reader, please respect the time, effort, and creativity that went into this

Harman's world is small, just him and his little daughter Purvi. Being a single father isn't easy, but Purvi's giggles, stubbornness, and tiny hugs make every struggle worth it. She is his whole universe... his reason to smile after every exhausting day. Their life is simple, chaotic, and full of adorable father-daughter moments... until Anchal enters their lives. Anchal, a girl from Bihar, comes to the city looking for a fresh start. Carrying insecurities about her weight and constantly doubting herself, she rents a room in Harman's house as a paying guest. What she doesn't expect... is a tiny tornado named Purvi. Within days, Purvi claims Anchal as her person....dragging her into bedtime stories, snack time, and kindergarten dramas. Soon the quiet house is filled with laughter, playful arguments, and Purvi's daily complaints about her class rival Rihan. As days pass, the line between tenant and family slowly fades. Harman begins to notice how the house feels warmer when Anchal is around. Purvi has already made up her mind... But Anchal still believes she is only temporary in their lives. Between adorable childhood rivalries, heartfelt moments, and unexpected laughter, this story is about love finding its way into the most unexpected home. A heartwarming romance-comedy filled with cute chaos, healing hearts, and one little girl who might just be the best matchmaker of all. #indian 1 #romance 2

❝No relationship. No drama. No anything. Okay?❞ ❝Okay.❞ A simple contract. A simple agreement. But when Samayra is involved, nothing remains as simple as it should be. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ I am close to finishing my studies, my Master's degree being the last sprinkle to grace the mountain of frosting spread on the cake that is my life. After this I am supposed to step out into the real world, away from the fixed syllabus and exams and assignments that AI helps me with. I have to have it all figured out really soon. I have a simple life, really. There is nothing much to it. At least not anymore. So yeah it should be easy to figure it out. That is what I thought and all I had to do was keep it that simple. But, in short, I didn't let it be that simple. I had to spice it up. Against my better conscience, I just had to. I wanted to spice it up, but just a bit. A bit. Controlled spice. Let's just say that I added more spice than I could handle, and simple Samayra got stuck in a contract she made herself. You can guess the next half of the story now. Yep, I broke my own contract and all that just for a guy named Kabir. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Tropes him x her ⋆ nonchalant x deeply feeling ⋆ avoidant x anxious ⋆ control freak x control freak ⋆ casual x complicated ⋆ he doesn't do love x she doesn't trust it ⋆ "no feelings" x "too many feelings" no strings attached | rebound romance | slow burn | opposites attract | emotionally unavailable | hookup to love | "we said no feelings" ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

[ a desi story] in which an assassin visits a particular ice cream truck after every kill to help soothe the bitter aftertaste in his heart.

In which, spontaneous Ishita agrees to work for the methodical businessman Jai to prove him wrong and put him in his place.