"He was the nation's 'Ice Man.' She was a poem he didn't know how to read."💌 Neil Malhotra, is the Captain of the Indian Cricket Team-a man defined by statistics, strategy, and a cold, impenetrable public persona. He lives in the roar of stadiums and the flash of paparazzi.❤️‍🩹 Nidhi Sharma, is a Literature student who lives for the quiet corners of the university library. She know a 'cover drive' from a 'leg-break,' and she prefers the company of dead poets to living legends.🩷 When a chance encounter in a dusty library aisle turns into a secret friendship, the Ice Man begins to melt. But in a world where every move is scrutinized and every headline is a weapon, can a love written in the margins of books survive the glare of the floodlights? From secret "chai dates" to "national scandals", this is a journey of finding a 'thikana' (a home) in the most unlikely of hearts.☕🏏 Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine | Secret Romance | Opposites Attract | Slow burn ❤️‍🔥

Sandhya Sandhya, the youngest of her family, is a vibrant spirit, full of life and unspoken dreams. Despite her outward cheerfulness, she has learned to stay quiet in the face of familial expectations, choosing silence to maintain peace in a home that never fully understands her. Her accomplishments, though significant, go unnoticed, and her older sister's achievements often overshadow her. Sandhya, however, harbors a secret: a part of her soul that flourishes in ways no one knows. To escape the suffocating grip of her family, she agrees to a marriage of convenience, not seeking love, but the freedom to live as she chooses. Arjun Arjun, the eldest son in a family with expectations as high as the mountains, has always been the dutiful one. Pressured to follow a path that never felt his own, he's a doctor not by choice, but by duty. In his heart, he longs for a partner, someone with whom he can share the quiet moments and the wild dreams, someone who will choose him just as he chooses them. When he marries Sandhya, he hopes for more: an emotional connection, a bond that goes beyond the surface. Yet, despite their physical closeness, something feels missing, a distance he can't bridge. The Love That Took Its Time Two souls, each running from something they can't face alone. Sandhya's world is a quiet one, built on layers of unspoken truths and dreams left hidden. Arjun's world is one of unrelenting expectations and a life he never chose. When they marry, neither expects the other to change everything. But in the stillness of their shared space, they discover that sometimes, the quietest moments are the loudest. Their journey won't be easy, but in the places they never thought to look, they find something unexpected, something that was always there, waiting to be uncovered. In a marriage built on silence, can they find the voice to truly understand each other? Or will they remain strangers, even in love?

Life is all about giving a second chance. It is not easy for everyone to have a second chance but sometimes you are lucky enough to get one . It just we need a second chance in life because our time wasn't ready for the first one . Join the journey of naksh Singhnia and keerti goneka who gets a second chance in there life through a little one krishika . #3 in arrange marriage ( 25 /11/2021) # 6 in destined (25/11/2021)

Their bond begins in texts and poetry, in shared dreams and unspoken confessions. But as their connection deepens, so does the reality of distance. Can a love born in the world of imagination survive the challenges of real life? Or will it become another beautiful but incomplete story in her journal? What happens when two rising authors, bound by words but separated by miles, find themselves lost in each other's stories? Aadhya Shrivastava-a fierce dreamer, an extroverted storyteller who lives in the world of her imagination, searching for a love that stays. Ekansh Oberoi-an introverted writer, a man of few words but countless emotions, finding solace in the quiet corners of life. Their worlds collide on a social media platform, where words become bridges, and conversations turn into confessions. From midnight musings to heart-pounding emotions, their bond grows-unspoken yet deeply felt, distant yet undeniably real. But love born in the digital world is fragile. Can a connection built on texts and chapters survive the test of time and distance? Will their hearts find a way to meet beyond the glow of their screens, or will their love remain an unfinished chapter-beautiful, yet incomplete? "Humara Internet Wala Pyaar" is a heartfelt tale of love, longing, and the bittersweet reality of long-distance relationships. Because sometimes, the most beautiful love stories are the ones written in unread messages and unsent confessions.

"I am sorry... for denying the honeymoon suddenly. And thank you... for defending me downstairs." I inhaled deeply. Stood up. Faced him. There was confidence in my posture-not arrogance, not bitterness. Just certainty. His aura still intimidated me, of course. Par uss aura ka laur-rehne deti hu. I spoke calmly. "Rakshas-" I corrected myself immediately, "-mera matlab, Ranawat Sahab... yo maine tere khatar na kiya. Apne khatar kiya se." {-I mean, Mr. Ranawat... I didn't do this for you. I did it for myself.} He folded his arms, studying me carefully. "Woh kyukar, vakeel sahiba?" he asked. {How? Advocate madam.} I met his gaze without flinching. "Ji? Ib main kise paraye mard gail honeymoon pe thodi na ja saku hun."

AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE LOVE STORY.

"He remembers everything... except her. She's carrying his child, yet he calls another his love. Can passion survive when memory fails?"

HIS SERIES 2 ARRANGED MARRIAGE "You will marry him, Dithya. No more discussion. I just want to get rid of you from here. Tomorrow, the marriage will happen. Be ready... or else you know what I'll do." My stepmother's voice was cold as she pushed me down to the floor. "Mam, please... don't do this to me. I'll do whatever you say, but not this. Please, Mam... I beg you." I clutched at her legs desperately, tears blurring my vision. But she shook me off with disgust and walked away, leaving me crumpled on the ground. "Why, Amma? Why did you leave me with these people?" I whispered into the darkness, hugging myself. "Take me with you, Amma. I can't live like this anymore..." --- "Dithya..." An old man in his eighties sat in a grand ancestral house, holding a worn photograph of a teenage girl. A single tear slid down his wrinkled cheek as he traced her face with trembling fingers. "You are the goddess of this house. I will bring you here... I will make you my Abhi's wife." His voice broke, but determination shone in his eyes. --- "Marriage? Now?" Abhimanyu's voice thundered in the hall. "I will not marry anyone." His eyes were sharp, his jaw clenched as he glared at his parents. --- Diya (Dithya) - shy, introverted, and afraid to talk to new people. She secretly dreams of her prince charming, someone who will love her unconditionally and protect her fragile heart. Abhimanyu - angry, arrogant, quick to lose his temper. But behind his tough exterior, he is deeply soft and protective toward the few people he loves. His heart still waits for the mysterious girl who once saved his life. ________________________________ Southindian arranged marriage [Telugu Based] Tropes: Arranged marriage She feel first and he fell harder Student×student Ceo×student Loveaftermarriage Cousins Mystery WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Don't copy my work. Let's get into the story to know the journey of Abhiya (Abhimanyu-dithya). Vote . comment . Follow

#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 Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - 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.)

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.