Kavya never expected to find her place at the prestigious Delhi International School, but then she met Reyansh Malhotra. What started as a chance encounter in the corridor blossomed into an unbreakable friendship that became the envy of their entire school. For three years, they were inseparable-sharing dreams, secrets, and a bond so deep that Kavya began to see their friendship through rose-colored glasses. As Class XII approaches its end, Kavya realizes her feelings have grown beyond friendship. Watching Reyansh laugh with her, walk her to the local bus stop every day while his family's driver waited with their BMW, and treat her like she's the most important person in his world, she decides to take the leap and confess her love. But on the day she plans to open her heart, Kavya witnesses Reyansh asking Sanya-the popular, wealthy girl she can't stand-to be his date for the farewell party. Heartbroken and hiding behind the school pillars, Kavya overhears a conversation that destroys everything she believed about their friendship. To his friends questioning why he'd never consider dating Kavya, Reyansh's response is devastating: she's from a middle-class family on merit scholarship while he's from South Delhi elite society. Their "standards are too different," and being with her would hurt his reputation in their social circle. To him, she's nothing more than a charity case-his good deed, not his equal. In one crushing moment, Kavya discovers that three years of what she thought was genuine friendship was just pity from a rich boy playing the noble savior. Some hearts aren't meant to be given away, and some truths, once heard, can never be forgotten. A story about friendship, betrayal, class differences, and the painful lesson that love doesn't always conquer the divide between South Delhi mansions and middle-class apartments. COMPLETE ON SCROLLSTACK

She loved him all her life... and he never even looked her way. Until fate took everything he had - and she was all he had left." Sidharth Khan, Aayat, and Shehnaaz - three lives intertwined since childhood. Aayat was the light - loud, beautiful, unforgettable. Sidharth was her shadow, her soulmate, her choice. And Shehnaaz? She was just the quiet one... the one who watched from behind closed doors, loving Sidharth in silence for years, never daring to speak, never daring to hope. As college turned into reality, Sidharth married Aayat. Their love was loud and proud, and Shehnaaz stood beside them - smiling outside, breaking inside. Until everything changed. One moment. One scream. One heartbeat - and Aayat was gone. Leaving behind a newborn daughter... and a shattered man. Sidharth couldn't breathe without Aayat. Couldn't look at his daughter without breaking down. But Shehnaaz didn't let go. She picked up the child, the house, the grief, and held it all together - silently, selflessly. As nights passed and seasons changed, something else began to change too. In the soft lullabies, in the shared silences, in the way Shehnaaz held Zoya like her own - Sidharth began to see a new kind of love. One that didn't ask, didn't demand, didn't even speak... but healed. This is not a love story that began with a smile. This is a love story born from loss, from ashes, from years of unspoken feelings - a love that was always there, waiting to be seen.

She is just a girl who wants a life where no pain exists but life has another one planned for her. Afsana Bansal was getting married with Isharth Purohit but on the wedding day he was gone. She married her elder brother Dhritaansh Purohit who was mysterious , toxic and rich. She had no idea that her destiny and she was her self claimed by a devil. ---------- Afsana took a deep breath and said, "Can I join college again? Just a month before the wedding, Papa had stopped me from going, but now can I-" She was about to say more when suddenly a soft cry escaped her lips. She immediately looked at her hand. Dhritansh's grip on it had become much stronger than before. He was looking at her without any expression. Afsana quickly looked at him and said, "Dhritansh ji, what are you doing? It's hurting me." Dhritansh replied in the same tone, "What were you saying?" Afsana wasn't even focused on speaking anymore. She kept looking at her hand, trying to free it. Finally, she shouted, "Dhritansh ji, stop it!" Dhritansh seemed to snap out of it all of a sudden. He looked at her hand and said, "I'm sorry, Gulabo. I'm really sorry." Saying that, he gently kissed her palm and looked back at her face. Afsana stared at him in surprise. Dhritansh placed his hand on her cheek and asked, "Did it hurt too much?" -----------

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Mature content just in the end Welcome aboard the Shatabdi Express, where every seat holds a secret, and every glance sparks a story. From Ludhiana to Delhi, strangers meet, hearts skip beats, and tension simmers just beneath the steel rails.

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This story dwells in 80s and 90s. It about Shravani finding solace and peace the stereo society. Her silent pain and endurance to make a significant place in life of her family and his husband. Let's join her journey to know her struggle and happiness.

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨

GULAAB MUKHTAAR - A British-Pakistani Her parents youngest daughter, married to a man who struggles to survive. AHAD ISHFAQ - A Pakistani. Born and lives in the old city of Lahore. The eldest. His life a constant struggle. The two are married when a proposal is presented by her grandmother.Their life, full of twists and turns. As they soon realise, all that glitters ain't gold. A tale of two individuals, enjoying the simple things in life. Of the success they find. ©️ qanootshahid14 | Qanoot Shahid