#Book1 of The Heart Series (English and Tanglish) VIHAAN MALHOTRA × INDHU RAJAN "That's what you do, isn't it?" His voice was sharp, edged with something dangerously close to anger. I frowned. What the hell is he talking about? "What-" I started, but he cut me off. "Always craving attention. From everyone... from every man-"The words barely left his mouth before my hand struck his cheek. A sharp slap, loud in the quiet room. Wow. Four years. Four whole years since I last saw him, and the first thing I do? Slap my first love. Great. Just great. ──── ୨୧ ──── Indhu walked away from love, heartbreak, and the boy who once shielded her in the rain, Vihaan. He was her first love, the one she believed never saw her the same way. What she thought was an unrequited crush turned into a painful memory, marked by misunderstandings and unresolved emotions. They met again through the wedding of Indhu's best friend, Aadya and Vihaan's older brother Arnav, an event that should have been a happy beginning but instead left her heartbroken. Convinced she had moved on, she built a life on her own terms-until Vihaan reappeared. Vihaan, cold and unreadable, never let anyone get close-especially not Indhu. He buried his feelings, mistaking distance for control. But when the truth behind their past finally comes to light, he refuses to let her slip away again. Now bound to the man she tried to forget, Indhu finds herself trapped between past wounds and present desires. And as possessive tension, lingering resentment, and years of unspoken longing collide, she fights to guard her heart while Vihaan struggles to claim what was always his. But in a game of denial and temptation, who will surrender first? ──── ୨୧ ──── (This is my first book, so there may be a few mistakes or small inconsistencies, but it won't affect the reading. I'll be fixing everything once the book is completed❤️😭)

~ Kashvi and Sidhanth two different individuals met in school , found unrelated relatable connection. Let's see what the destiny leads too. This is my first time writing a book,show love and support, and feel free to comment on the parts you liked most. Happy reading!!!!!! ~snehaa

"Kuch rishton ki shuruaat milne se nahi, ek chhoti si notification se hoti hai... Aur kabhi-kabhi ek simple 'Hi' bhi kisiki taqdeer likh deta hai." This is not just a story- this is based on my life...related my story. I am , Anaya singh and I have never met Advocate Rishabh Vashist in real life. But from the moment I saw him on social media, something changed. I don't know why or how, but I started liking him-unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. I sent him a friend request, but he never accepted. Still, I didn't stop. Every few days, I tried again, hoping that one day he would notice me. I even made another ID just to try my luck. And then, finally, one day, my persistence paid off-he accepted my request on Snapchat. But now, a new challenge began-how do I start a conversation without making it obvious that I had been waiting for this moment for months? I found the perfect excuse-my friend wanted to start an NGO, and I needed legal advice. So, I messaged him, pretending it was just about work. What followed was a conversation filled with unexpected laughter, playful banter, and stolen moments that meant everything to me. I don't know where this journey will lead me, whether Rishabh will ever see me the way I see him. But one thing is certain-this story is still unfolding, and I am writing it as it happens. "From DMs to Destiny" is not just a tale; it's my reality. A reality where I am chasing an unseen bond, a silent love, and a hope that maybe, just maybe, destiny will take my story forward.

✨🍂 𝒦𝒾𝓈𝒾 𝒿𝒶𝒽𝒶𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝒽 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝒽𝑒𝑔𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓇𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝒶 𝓉𝓊𝓂𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓆 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓇 𝒹𝒽𝒶𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒽𝒶𝓉𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝒽 𝓇𝒶𝒽𝒶 𝒽𝓊 🤍🕰️ 𓆩🦋𓆪 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒶𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓀... 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 ✨ where love didn't knock it drifted in like a soft spell. 𓂃🍃 𝒹𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓎 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈, and hearts that never learned how to leave each other. 🕯️ because some love stories don't end... they simply turn into folklore 🤍 Blood made them family. Love made them stay. 🤍 📜In a house full of chaos, loud arguments, midnight comfort talks, stolen desserts, overprotective boys, dramatic family dinners, sleepy cuddles, healing hearts, and love that never needed permission to exist... they found something stronger than blood itself. 🌸💫This isn't just a romance. It's about the people who become home. 🦋💫The ones who hold your shaking hands in silence. The ones who fight the world for you, annoy you endlessly, steal your fries, sit outside your door after an argument, and still choose you every single day. ❄️🤍A story where love is soft, messy, possessive, comforting, chaotic, and unconditional all at once. Where the boys look dangerous but love like poetry. Where the girls carry storms in their hearts yet somehow become everyone's peace. ☃️Because sometimes soul ties are stronger than surnames. And sometimes the family you choose loves you louder than the one you were born into. 🥀

He believes in logic. She believes in signs. He studies the mind. She heals the soul. In Chandigarh, Advay Kapoor, a psychology researcher, spends his nights proving that the universe doesn't control fate - the mind does. Hundreds of miles away in Jaipur, Ira Sharma, a young counsellor, spends hers whispering affirmations to the stars - believing the universe listens when the heart is pure. Every night at 11:11, both make a wish - unaware that their thoughts align, their souls mirror each other, and destiny is slowly weaving them together. They've never met. Their lives run in parallel. But sometimes... even parallel lines bend when the universe decides to intervene. ✨ A one-chapter story about manifestation, timing, and the invisible thread that ties two strangers together - long before they ever cross paths.

Deewaniyat is so wattpad coded, only it didn't get it's happy ending. This is a fan-fiction of Deewaniyat. The story of Vikramaditya and Adaa in parallel universe where they set aside their obsession and pride and get their Happily Ever After. This book is going to start where the movie left off, except vikram doesn't die... Because what do you mean he died without getting his Adaa. (cut to *MERI ADAA HAI WOH!*).. But with a major twist : ________________________________________ When Adaa Randhawa publicly declares that whoever kills Vikramaditya Bhonsle within seven days (until Dussehra) will get to spend a night with her. He puts forth his own condition - by the 8th day if he isn't dead, she has to marry him. ________________________________________ *His journey from Red flag to Red roses*

𝑫𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌- 𝑼𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒎... 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊- 𝒋𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒊 𝒉𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊. 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒉 𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒎... 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊 𝒔𝒊 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊- 𝒋𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒒𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊. 𝑫𝒐 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒌𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒏. 𝑬𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒂... 𝒆𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒊. 𝑬𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓... 𝒆𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊 𝒔𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊. 𝑲𝒚𝒂 𝒚𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒆𝒌 𝒉𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆? 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏- 𝒌𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊, 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒋𝒂𝒃 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒊 𝒌𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆... 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒊 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒓 , 𝑼𝒔𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒆