Set in the year 1984, Milan is a young man from an upper-class family with a quiet dream...to become a news reporter and carve his own path beyond expectations. Focused yet reserved, his life takes an unexpected turn when he quite literally collides with Pratiksha on a busy road. Pratiksha, gentle and shy in her own way, mirrors Milan's quiet nature. Their first meeting is awkward, fleeting but something lingers in the exchanged glances. What begins as chance encounters soon grows into something deeper. From hushed conversations in the library to small, stolen coffee dates, their bond slowly blossoms into a tender, unspoken love. But love, like ambition, is never without its challenges. Milan Pratiksha is a soft, heartfelt story of dreams, destiny, and the quiet magic of two souls finding each other in the most unexpected way.

Rohit Shah ! Sorry sorry it's inspector Rohit Shah. He is Charming, cute, good sense of humour living his life and also saving life's. He is hardworking and friendship matters to him alot but he have one more dream after his job which is To have a Love marriage, he want's to fall in love with the one who makes him feel she is everything and the last thing which he want's in his life. Who will complete him. But wait !.....He is Married or Maybe be Not. Confused right! Even Our Rohit is confused. Jaanvi Dixit, one day she comes and claims that Rohit is her husband with proofs. Who is she? Where did she come from? Is the question which Rohit wants to decipher and he is determined to do it. Come can join this crazy love story of Rohit Shah and Jaanvi ❤️ Copyright action's - If My work will be copied by any means or way, there will be strict actions against the person ! So beware and produce story with your own mind, no need to be a cheater ! Sorry for sounding rude but my work means a lot to me. #1 rank in indianlovestory #2 rank in India #rank 2 Marriage

This story can be read standalone. Anamika, the first wife of yuvraj(Crown Prince) Pratap Singh Rathod saw in her dream that all her maids are in a hurry to complete her dressing so that she could attend the puja(Prayer) with her husband. The puja meant for her to get pregnant or shall I say the puja meant for the heir of the kingdom. She was sure that it was a dream because she could see the younger version of herself in the mirror rather than the grandmother of three children. Only to realize that it is not a dream but a reality when she gets pain and saw blood due to the hairpin that the maids were putting in her head. Join Anamika in her journey of Rebirth. Read the full prologue inside the book.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

"𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓻 𝓲𝓽𝓷𝓪 𝓭𝓱𝔂𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓽 𝓓𝓲𝔂𝓪 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓸." "𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓴𝓸 𝓭𝓱𝔂𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓲𝔂𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓱 𝓽𝓸𝓱 𝓭𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓲." ••••• "ℳ𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝒽𝒾 𝓅𝒶𝒹𝒽 𝓇𝒶𝒽𝒶 𝒽ℴℴ𝓃." "𝒫𝒶𝒹𝒽𝓃ℯ 𝓀ℯ 𝓁𝒾𝓎ℯ 𝓉ℴ𝒽 𝓂ℯ𝓇𝒾 𝒶𝒶𝓃𝓀𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝒽𝒾 𝒽𝒶𝒾, 𝒶ℊ𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝓊𝓂𝒽ℯ 𝓀𝒶𝒷𝒽𝒾 𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝓁ℯ 𝓉ℴ𝒽." •••••• Mishri Sharma, a quiet and introverted girl, never expected to find herself drawn to someone like Dev Sharma-reserved, intense, and enigmatic. Their interactions start subtly, with stolen glances and unspoken emotions lingering between them. As their worlds intertwine in the corridors of their medical college, Mishri finds herself captivated by Dev's silent yet profound presence. But Dev isn't someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. His love language is unspoken gestures-pulling out a chair for her, brushing his fingers against hers, and always being there in ways that Mishri slowly begins to notice. With every interaction, the attraction deepens, and emotions grow stronger, yet neither of them confesses. But love isn't easy. With Dev's father determined to separate them and challenges that test their bond, Mishri and Dev must decide-will their love withstand the storm, or will their story end in heartbreak? Dilakshi is a slow-burn, deeply emotional romance that explores love through silent gestures, longing gazes, and the pain of unspoken words-until love finally demands to be acknowledged. • • #1 "collegestories" out of 6.826k stories #20 "nerd" out of 31.6K stories #273 "teenromace' out of 118K stories #90 "teenlove" out of 37.2K stor

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

#2 in The Shaktawat Sisters | Completed Avantika Kanwar Shaktawat x Garv Singh Chauhan • • He falls for her when his best friend mentions her name during his final year of college life. He was unaware how she looks and how she speaks until he met her at a wedding. He waited for 10 years as she was too young to understand the concept of love. After years, he is arrested in the murder case of a famous music director. Destiny makes him face her as she is one of the members of the investigation team. He loves her and she refuses to fall for him as she believes he is an immature guy in the body of a grown up man.