Some fall in love. Some fall apart. These ones? Fall, fly, crash, burn, and laugh about it on the parade ground the next morning. At seventeen, they are too young to carry scars and too old to pretend the world is simple. NDA corridors echo with footsteps, gossip, discipline, heartbreak, midnight chai, and dreamers who think they're immortal. Hearts collide, friendships are tested, loyalties bend, and love arrives like a punchline nobody was ready for. A Lucknow girl who lives like he universe owes her fireworks. A Delhi boy who swears he feels nothing until someone proves him wrong. A Haryanvi storm with a smile sharp enough to cut. A silent one from Punjab who speaks more with glances than apologies. A stolen glance during drill. Late-night conversations that feel illegal. Jealousies, unspoken feelings, unsent confessions, and choices that could cost them everything.

#1 in Sad story 9-24/12/25 He didn't fall for her - he collided. Every glance, every word-shrapnel lodged too deep. She was supposed to be the calm in the storm. Instead, she became the chaos he couldn't control, the silence he couldn't escape. Distance, danger, secrets... nothing spared them . This is story of love , duty , distance, pain , betryal, war , wrath and guilt. Meanwhile, another fire burned quietly-playful, untamable, impossible to resist. Some connections ignite fast. Some smolder slowly. In the chaos of hearts and choices... scars may be the only things that remain. 💥 Will love survive when everything else is falling apart?

"You see him as an heir of your empire and not as a family member. All you care about is the inheritance and not the child. If all you want is an heir then why not marry someone and produce as many heirs as you want." She stopped as she narrowed her eyes at him. And then with a mocking expression she continued, "Or is it that you are unable to Re.Pro.Duce??" seeing the angry flush on his face her heart smiled with satisfaction. But before she could celebrate her little victory against him he pulled her from her wrist and she collided with his hard chest. Snaking an arm around her waist he held her tightly as she struggled in his hold. "Don't play with fire, Ms Lilly Jones or don't complain to me later if you end up getting burned." "I've never hated anyone as much as I hate you." she spitted. "The feelings are mutual then, sweetheart." he smiled. _______________ He married her to fulfil a promise he had made long ago. She was supposed to be a bride in name only, a wife just on papers. Then why he felt an undeniable hunger in him every time she met his gaze. Desiring her wasn't a part of his plans. He has never wanted anything as much as he wanted her. And that's where everything started to take an unexpected turn... Started on : 27 Dec 2020 Completed on :12 March 2021 ------------- Word count : I'll tell you when I'm done counting 😪

‶Get out of my sight before I do something I'll regret!″ the eldest shouted, his voice laced with fury. ‶I will. But I'm taking her with me,″ his younger brother replied, his expression unwavering. ‶Don't you dare come near her! She won't end up like you!″ the eldest retorted, his eyes ablaze with anger. Amidst their yelling match, a young girl sat under the table, her eyes overflowing with tears and head throbbing uncontrollably. Her family had always been an unconventional one, but that day marked its transition from unconventional to unhappy. ************************* Miles apart, a young boy looked at the star marred sky with twinkling eyes. As the shooting star made its appearance, he closed his eyes and prayed for the one thing he craved for the most. 'A happy family.' ‶What did you wish for?″ a manly voice interrupted him. ‶Death.″ .......................................................................................... #1 in India [09|06|25] #3 in India [25|03|25] #4 in India [26|03|25] #8 in India [10|06|25]

After losing her both parents Venessa Clay is left alone on her own. Despite her parents death Venessa learned to be happy and content with her normal life, and normal job as a waitress in a diner. But will her life remain normal after the most dangerous Italian mafia leader Vincent De Costello laid his eyes upon her?. After all he always gets whatever he wants. ⇥NVlBZY6T⇤ Most impressive raking. #34 in Italian (19/08/2019) #16 in waitress (17/08/2019) #3 in controlling (21/08/2019) #1 in loveatfirstsight (22/08/2019) #18 in love out of 1.54 million stories (30/08/2019)

This story will start after the break of neirohi's engagement. This story is only about Aarohi how she will move on or whether some people will help her and not about neirohi

[INVESTIGATOR X DOCTOR (VICTIM)] She was running. Barefoot. Bleeding. Broken. But she never stopped. Not even when the night engulfed her completely, not even when death pursued her heels, did she stop running. He observed from afar, his hand, on the cold metal in his pocket, tightening. His jaw locked, his breathing measured and slow, but within-within, there was a hurricane. He had witnessed death. He had witnessed bodies that were lifeless, unidentifiable. He had witnessed cruelty in its most rawest form. But this-her-this was different. She wasn't just another victim. Another broken soul lost to the night. She was a survivor of war still on the battlefield. A girl who should have been shattered long ago but wasn't. A girl who torn-ripped- by those she trusted the most . A betrayel she never knew she'd face, she survived that, tho that betrayel took away part of her soul, still she was facing every disaster life is throwing at her. A girl fighting, even when fate had already penned her end. But fate didn't know Ahad Ibrahim. And he wasn't going to let them have her. Not while he was alive. Not when he had a bullet left to shoot. _________________________________________ They both are each others salvation wrapped in destruction. Dive into the story to know more.

Book #1 of Never Duet "You would never be more than just a replacement, you'd never be mine." She had no choice in marriage or in running away from it. From him. The man who was supposed to marry her sister would get her now. Whether she fought, ran and begged. He'd drag her back on gun point if it meant she became his replacement bride. Deal. Reputation. Business. Three words that changed her fate. Three words to best describe why everyone wanted this marriage-except her. And before she could hope for this marriage to turn real, he made sure she never dared to. Tropes: Replaced bride Marriage of convenience Forced marriage Age gap Artist x Businessman Forced proximity

⚔️ When Royalty Meets Rebellion Vedansh Singh Raghuvanshi-King of Jodhpur, unofficially of all Rajasthan. In boardrooms and behind closed doors, he's the absolute ruler. Ruthless, arrogant, with eyes that command obedience and a voice that silences chaos. His empire was built not just on business, but influence-across politics, law enforcement, and the dark alleys no one dares to speak of. He doesn't follow rules. He creates them. Iraaya Sharma-an IPS officer,will be posted in Jodhpur, is the storm that Rajasthan never saw coming. Fierce, principled, with a sharp tongue and sharper instincts. She doesn't bend, doesn't flinch, and doesn't care who stands in front of her if justice is on the line. Even if it's a Raghuvanshi.

Important:- You Need To Read The Heartbreaker to understand the plot. Away from everyone, Rivaah is content living a life of single mother and a successful Advertising Head. Her love story didn't had that sappy happy ending, but the little bundle of joy she received was all worth it. She has it all set. Spending her whole life making her son's life better is her ultimate goal. But it seems God doesn't love her enough. When two choices land her in a state of either everything or nothing, she definitely goes for the first one. After all, her son is all she has. But the price she has to pay to make her son's life better, is huge. Will she get her sappy happy ending this time? Or will she be left the same, alone and all on her own. ______ "Isn't he my daddy?" "He is." "I wanna meet him." "He don't want us." "Why? Was I a bad boy?" "No, darling. You're the best." "Mommy, please." "He doesn't remember us, son." He is definitely God's favourite. After ruining three lives, he forgot everything and is happy. He remembers nothing about the past, only the others affected are carrying the scars he inflicted.