The walls of corridors whispered their names, a rivalry that has taken over St. Thomas High school. When two opposite forces collide with each other, we observe disaster so what happens when calmness meets chaos? Shlok Taneja, the calm, calculating maths topper, and Dhvani Bothra, the sharp-tongued tech genius who refuses to lose to him. Being the vice captains of enemy houses, and experts at pretending they can't stand each other. They have already divided the school into two teams choosing one as their favourite. Dive into the story of these two young high school students, filled with competition, chaos, and chemistry. It might pull you into their world and make you wish you sat right beside them in class. Cause sometimes the person you fight the hardest with, might just be the one you fall the hardest for.

He shut every door of hope for her... only to become the last door she could knock on. Kanak Agarwal, an Indian Army Captain, is accused of betraying her country, an accusation that costs the nation its finest officer, Captain Shashwat Rajvansh. Hated and misunderstood since childhood, judged by everyone she ever met, Kanak still chose to rise, and to prove herself. Now, trapped under the weight of humiliation and false accusations, she struggles to keep herself from drowning. Just when she tries to surface, there is a hand that pushes her back into the depths... Vihaan Mittal, a reputed lawyer chosen to fight the case against her. Having recently faced the brutal truth about his own father, Vihaan's faith in human nature has shattered completely. Regretting the mistake of trusting his father once again, he vows never to trust a snake twice. To him, people do not change, they only learn how to hide better. Vihaan feels foolish for ever believing in redemption. And when he watches his brother drown in guilt after losing his best friend, Vihaan decides to deliver justice.

Not every villain is heartless. Some fall in love too deeply... and that's what makes them dangerous.✨️

"Main jaldi gussa ho jati hoon." Her voice was soft as she spoke without looking at him. "Main mana lunga" His voice was calm with a small smile. "Main bahut nakhre karti hoon". She said raising her chin with a challenge in her tone. He leaned closer his tone gentle. "Main aapke nakhre bhi utha lunga"...He said it not like a promise, but a vow. She glanced at him just for a second before looking away again. "Overthink karne ki...bahut buri aadat hai mujhe." His voice dropped a little as he whispered in her ear. "Toh main over explain karne ki achi aadat bana lunga". Silence stretched between them. Yashasvi turned to face him, mock anger visible in her eyes. " Main tumhari pitaai kar dungi" He laughed softly, his eyes twinkled. "Kar do na....issi bahane haath to lagaogi" He winked playfully, and for a fleeting second her lips curved despite herself. But then her voice dropped. "Main baat baat pe rone lag jati hoon" . She said looking down, her voice barely above a whisper. He paused for a moment. "Toh hum dono sath me ro lenge". There was something raw in the way he said it. She blinked fast, fighting the lump in her throat. " Main aapse kabhi pyaar nahi karungi". Her voice firm but trembling. Advik stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her waist looking straight in her eyes. "Aap bas saans lijiye madam jii....aapse pyaar hum kar lenge".

𝑨 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒌 means "a lingering ache that remains long after the wound has healed." At the mere age of sixteen, 𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊 𝑹𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 has mastered the art of silencing her emotions-the very emotions buried beneath scars that now lie hidden within the fog of her fragmented childhood memories. But a seemingly insignificant incident changes everything, leading her and her childhood best friend, 𝑨𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒏, to unravel the forgotten pieces of a past that slowly turned her once-bright world into a dull, colourless autumn. "𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆." As buried memories begin to piece themselves together, Palki is forced to confront a question she's spent years avoiding- Was she always this afraid... or did someone teach her to be? Starting On: 06 August '26 Completed On:

"𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨." ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Meet Aarav Mehrotra , an 18-year-old student in his final year at a prestigious boarding school, Known for his calm demeanour and excellence in academics. However, beneath his composed exterior lies a mischievous streak that occasionally surfaces, often leaving a trail of harmless pranks. Despite his calm nature, Aarav has a fiery temper that flares up when pushed too far. Aarav is a fascinating blend of responsibility and youthful exuberance. 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐥.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Meet Kiara a 17-year-old, a spirited 11th grader whose infectious energy lights up any room she walks into. With a bubbly personality and a knack for mischief, Kiara is the life of the party and always has a clever excuse to skip school. A natural extrovert, she thrives on social interactions and is never shy about expressing herself. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯: "In a world that's told us no, we've created our own yes." 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 : "And I'd choose you, even if they told me it was a mistake." ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 was never the kind of person everyone instantly liked. At least, that's what she believed. She wasn't shy and she wasn't loud either, she was both, just never for everyone. She just picked her people carefully. To everyone else, she came across as guarded, a little grumpy, completely unbothered, someone who didn't care about anyone. Truth was, there was exactly one person she cared about. Her best friend since childhood. And she cared way more than she ever let on. He had been around for as long as she could remember. The one person in her life she never had to explain herself to. There was one rule: never fall for your best friend. But she broke it. Her best friend. 𝒀𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂, everyone called him foolish, careless, not because he was stupid but because nothing ever seemed to faze him. Studies, plans, his feelings, his own future, he breezed through all of it like it was none of his business. No nonsense guy. He was careless about pretty much everything in his life. Except her. He just never realized it. She never said a word about her feelings. And he never did notice. So, she tucked the feeling away and tried to move on. She was sure that he would never fall for her. But was it always like this from his side? Because after all it was all between the 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 and friendship.

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.

At Serenvale Integrated University, where every corner holds a story waiting to be felt, something soft and unexpected begins to bloom. Shivaksh Oberoi, the football captain, careful on the field yet chaos in every other aspect of life. Ishaanvi Mahajan, the new girl, lost in her books, choosing solitude over the noise of people. Two worlds, completely different. Two hearts, quietly unprepared. He was the comfort she never asked for, and she was the peace he never knew he needed. In a place where a grumpy girl meets a sunshine boy, where aggression collides with calm, their paths cross in the most ordinary moments, shared banters, fleeting glances, and unspoken emotions. And somewhere between those little moments... something beautiful begins to bloom, a promise that might just last forever. 💫

On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? 🎀 𝒥𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒾𝓃 🎀