"Sometimes we call it hate because love would have ruined us." They used to be inseparable... two boys against the world, bound by a friendship that felt like forever... until it shattered. Now, years later, Kairav Sinha is everything people expect, charming, reckless, the college football captain who doesn't believe in staying. And Ishaan Sehgal? He's the opposite, cold, composed, the student president who built walls no one dares to cross. They've learned how to ignore each other. How to walk past without stopping and how to pretend there's nothing left. But when they're forced into the same space again, it doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like unfinished conversations. Like words that were never said.... Like something that never really ended. And maybe it didn't, because the more they try to keep their distance, the harder it gets to ignore the way their eyes linger at each other... the way it stings to see the other with someone else... the way hate starts to feel a little too much like something else. Maybe some things don't fade or leave. Maybe... the boy he learned to hate was always the one he couldn't let go of.

Now we all have heard the story of the mafia and his little princess, but let's try something new.....So this is going to be the story of a girl who has set her heart on mafia...And she has been waiting for years for the day when he will come to her..... But as the days are progressing, her love is going away from her. Will she ever get her love back because the whom she loves may not love me.... Or is he ignoring her love despite knowing how important she is to him? Some glimpses of their bond~ As Vihaan leaned back against the bedpost, his smirk deepened. He could sense he had the upper hand, and he wasn't about to let Lavanya off so easily. Vihaan: "Aur yaad hai, Lav? Tumhari woh chhoti si booty jab tum garden mein bhaagti thi? Tumhe toh pata bhi nahi hota tha ki sab tumhe dekh ke hasta hai." Lavanya's eyes widened in horror, her cheeks instantly turning a bright shade of red. Lavanya: "Vihaan! Tum bilkul besharam ho. Yeh kya nonsense bol rahe ho?" Vihaan burst into laughter, crossing his arms as he watched her squirm. Vihaan: "Kya? Sach bol raha hoon. Chhoti si thi tum, aur tumhare pair ke neeche se shorts girte rehte the jab tum ped pe chadhti thi." Lavanya grabbed another pillow and threw it at him with all her might, but Vihaan caught it effortlessly, his grin only growing wider. Lavanya: "Vihaan, I swear! Tumse baat karna meri sabse badi galti thi." Vihaan (mocking): "Aur woh time yaad hai jab tum apne pair ke size ka chappal khud nahi pehen sakti thi? Tumhare golu-golu thighs ke wajah se chappal pehenna ek adventure hota tha." Lavanya's jaw dropped as she stood up, glaring at him. Lavanya: "Stop it, Vihaan! Tumhe ek bhi filter nahi mila kya?" "This story is an original work of authorMahi957 .Copying or reposting any part of it without permission is prohibited and will be reported."

A royal Rajasthani family. Three couples. Three different love stories. Each with their own pains, struggles, and secrets... And in the end their journey towards love, healing, and happiness. ✨ A multi-couple tale filled with emotions, traditions, heartbreak, and hope.

(SEQUEL TO HATING GRAYSON) In the second instalment of The Hating Series, Dallas and Grayson's love story continues as they both start off at college.

Dallas hates his brother's best friend, Grayson Scott. He's annoying, rude and always makes fun of him for no reason. But everything changes when they share a drunken kiss... (BoyxBoy)