Tara Sen becomes President under a sky full of expectations and cameras that never look away. The world learns her voice, her smile, her strength. What it never sees is how quiet her life becomes once the doors close. Major Rishav Sarwal is always there. Close enough to hear her exhale. Trained to protect without attachment, he learns her rhythms, her silences, the things she never says out loud. Somewhere between duty and proximity, something shifts. It does not announce itself. It waits. In pauses. In glances that linger. In moments that feel too intimate to be accidental and too dangerous to be real. Neither of them knows when understanding turns into something else. Only that once it does, there is no turning back. And some lines, once crossed in the heart, cannot be uncrossed. P.S. All descriptions, scenes, and events in this story are purely fictional and written solely for the purpose of this story. The character and narrative may be inspired by the idea of an honourable officer, but they are not intended to reflect, represent, or comment on any real person's life, actions, or character. The individual who inspired this story is a respected and honourable officer, and this work exists only within the Wattpad fictional universe. No harm, disrespect, or tarnishing of reputation is intended in any form. All due respect and gratitude to warriors like him, whose service and integrity remain beyond fiction.

☆TROPES ☆ Army cadet x Engineering Student Flight cadet x Flight cadet Senior x Junior Desi Romance She fell first but he fell harder He fell first and harder Long distance relationship 90s romance ___________________________________________ "Why do you like me so much?" He asked "Because I want to take advantage of you." She answered. "Stop joking and answer me honestly." He retorted "EK toh aap fauji, upar se itne handsome and then you ask why do I 'LOVE!' You?" She confessed honestly making his heart burn with heat. ☆KashixEkaksh☆~ A chaotic love story between an dedicated army cadet and a dramatic engineering 2nd year student. How will their destines cross each other's paths? To find out, dive into our story "Bade Achhe lagate haii" only on wattpad! ___________________________________________ "You're in love," he claimed "I think you're delusional," she retorted "And I think you're in denial," he declared ☆JhanvixSiddharth☆~ A story lf intense love and passion weaved by two egoistic souls. Their hatered for each other is pure than the whiteness of the milk. Both of them unaware of the storms brewing inside them. A love story of men uniform with a desi tadka, awaits you to dive deep into this book.

When Major Kabir Randhawa ,the stoic and rigid soldier known for his incompetable precision and discipline,sharp focus and dedication in his duty,walks into the land of Kerala to see the children of his best friend,he didn't know it would be the last walk with the same silence of his blunt life. Because a very bubbly girl with a ridiculous level of energy and enthusiasm was already waiting to jump into his fate,with a gummy smile. Aarsha Varrier,the one with a very open smile and heart for everyone,but very much reserved habits and allowance,stand across the man carved out of duty and passion, listening to his breath chanting his nation's name,she couldn't believe that she was really falling for him. From silly glances to secret blushes,her instincts grow more tight for him,tieing him in a knot of dilemma. With a fear in his soul,he tries to turn away from her cursing his aching heart,but Aarsha being the ever clingy worm crawls into his brain secretly, munching on his nerve cells. Even his restraint has an echo of yearning for her,he might have missed it,but Aarsha? She couldn't and she wouldn't. Dive in to see where life takes them. Join them in this journey of love,heartbreaks ,family , friendship and sacrifices.

He is a Special Forces officer, bound by protocol, silence, and a future posted at the nation's borders. She is an economist in the making, leaving for London with questions that don't fit neatly into files. This is a story about timing that refuses to cooperate, love that learns to wait, and two people who serve the same country in very different ways.

🪖 Advait Singh Negi He lives by discipline, by control, by rules that never bend. He has one goal-to serve, to lead, to become an officer in the Indian Army. Distractions don't exist in his world. Love was never part of his plan. And he never planned to lose control. 🌿 Divya Sharma She lives in silence, in distance, in spaces where no one gets too close. She walked away from broken dreams and buried emotions, choosing peace over people. Love? That's a story she stopped believing in long ago. ******************************************************** They both stayed away from love-until it found them ******************************************************** "I'm hard to love." she said "Then I'll love you harder, and I won't give up halfway" he replied, his gaze steady on hers. ******************************************************** Jump into their story... if you dare to feel it all 👀 ________________________________________________

Soldier × Writer. 🪖💗🌷 "LIFE IS NOT WORTH LIVING, TILL YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DIE FOR."~ A story of a man who has known pain, where the world taught him how to kill mercilessly , fought wars, and yet, falls so deeply and truly in love that he becomes her Raanjhana - hers completely. 💌 He was trained to protect. She wrote stories of love, but never imagined she'd live one. . . . . Captain Manvik Raghuwanshi - 30, an elite Indian Army officer, code-named "Vayu." Known in the forces as The Storm, he's unbeatable, sharp as steel, and feared by enemies across borders. He led covert operations, saved battalions, and carried hidden scars. To the world, he's ice-cold and untouchable. But to his family, his best friends ,Captain Kabir, and eventually her... he's a quiet storm that rains only softness. Vaidhe Avasthi - 24, a vibrant, bestselling author known for her poetic, romantic and sad fiction. She hides her insecurity in her words and laughter. Beautiful family Father is an honest DGP , mother is a lawyer and two siblings, she built her world through imagination. Fiercely independent, yet secretly craving the kind of love she writes about. °18+ Adult content °Trigger warning ⚠️ ° Manipulations

"She was silk and sass. He was smoke and simmer." In the quaint lanes of 1960s India, where patriarchy still brewed stronger than morning chai and society dictated a woman's worth by the bend in her spine, Siya Mehra bloomed-a whirlwind of modern defiance wrapped in pearls and rebellion. Born to a wealthy businessman recently returned from London, Siya was used to luxury, lipstick, and looking down on those who dared live a life outside her polished world. Arjun Malhotra, on the other hand, was the kind of man poetry forgot to write about-quietly handsome, humbly bred, and cooking dreams on a stove no one respected. A government clerk's son with calloused hands and fire in his heart, Arjun dreamt not of riches, but of spice, smoke, and someday... a restaurant with his name etched on the door. Their fathers, once bound by brotherhood in service, are brought together again-by illness and helplessness. When Siya's father discovers his old friend struggling with health and financial woes, he offers assistance-on one condition: his spoiled daughter must marry the humble chef. Siya is livid. Her mother is livider. And Arjun? He simply agrees-for duty, not desire. But what happens when silver spoons meet steel-spined simplicity? When fire meets ice on a marriage altar neither of them ever asked for? Sometimes, tradition writes the most unexpected love stories.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ💌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ୨୧ ❝ किसी दिलवाली ने... किसी मतवाली ने... ❞ ❀༉‧₊˚. हमें ख़त लिखा है कि हमसे पूछा है... ☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𖹭 के घर कब आओगे... ✧˖° लिखो कब आओगे... 𓂃♡𓂃 ⋆༺𓆩☾𓆪༻⋆ "𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭." He says it like a rule almost like a prayer like something carved into bone. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ And she nods... even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" ❀༉‧₊˚. This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched and Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ The Nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. ☾𖤓 They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. 𓂃𓂂𓏸♡ He belongs to the nation and She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires love begins to bloom... not loudly, not rebelliously but devotionally. ❦ This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight... but kneel into it, day by day like prayer. 𓇢𓆸 ୨♡୧ Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, ❝ Stay. ❞ even when they know he will leave at dawn. ✧༺♥༻∞ Because here desire burns. But duty wins. 𓂃☾𓂃 And yet... love does not lose. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 It transforms. It waits and It worships. 𓆩

*COVER CREDITS* @blackue02 #1 indian on 15/02/2020 #1 arrangedmarriage on 04/03/2021 #1 hotheaded on 20/07/2019 #1 mumbai on 17/10/2019 #1 court on 04/02/2020 In the beginning there is nothing... You begin in the void and continue into the dark. You find light in the dark, but your path lights up the most in darkness when lightening strikes during a storm. I began in the calm, made my way through silence and then I encountered with the storm. Sampurnaa was perfect like her name suggested. Complete and perfect and flawless for the world. At the age of 24, fresh with a degree in mass communication and journalism, she's anything but quiet and submissive. Indrayan was a lawyer by profession. He never really liked someone else winning debates against him... At the age of 29, he's all set to establish himself more. And then paths collide. When two storms rise together, isn't disaster always inevitable? Time shall tell their journey... ...................................................................... 🔴 My first attempt at writing anything on Wattpad.🔴 Not cliché, not overly not cliché either. You are the reader and you shall be the judge of the story. I shall try my level best. Cheers, Shubhadittya Began writing on 02/07/2019 Completed on 06/12/2019 *EDITING IN PROGRESS* This is a story based solely upon my own ideas. No plagiarism intended or encouraged. Please do not copy anything from my story. This story may contain crime scenes which could be disturbing to sensitive readers. Be your own judge and choose wisely before you begin reading any new chapter. This story is my first attempt at writing and I learnt and improved gradually. This may be immature for several readers; but it is still special to me. Apologies are in order in anticipation for anyone who thought that my story wasn't up to the mark.