❝ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔'𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 - 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒚. ❞ ••• Sometimes love doesn't knock on the right door. Sometimes it slips in through a misdial, a late-night laugh, a stranger's voice that feels like 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺. He was a cricketer with the world at his feet. She was a storm wrapped in memes and mischief. And in the chaos of wrong numbers and right words, they found the 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 of a lifetime- one written not on scoreboards, but on 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. Because the most unforgettable love stories? They don't begin with "once upon a time." They begin with "Wrong Number, but good-luck stranger!" ••• "𝘐𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯." - 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙖 "𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵." - 𝘼𝙧𝙟𝙪𝙣 ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐧-𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞.

Book 1 of "𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 𝐀𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐇" series INAYA'S POV Before me, he sits. After 7 long years-7 years of absence, he shows up. Yet, when I study his eyes, I find nothing but unfamiliarity. His once warm, brown orbs are now veiled with darkness, devoid of any emotions, with a coldness that chills the air. His rosy pink pigmented lips, which once used to mold in a tender curve in my presence, now refuse to smile. Am I looking at the same person? How can his face be so familiar, yet his essence a mystery? Is he the same person-the Ishaan I once loved? The love that remained unspoken seven years ago, the love that refuses to fade? Is he truly the Ishaan Shekhawat that resides in my memories, or a specter of the past, wearing a guise of indifference over the soul I once knew? Started on: 21 December 2023 Ended on: 21 December 2024 #2 in the top 10 India on 9/10/24 # 2 in the top 10 India on 10/10/24 #1 in the top 10 India on 11/10/24 #4 in desi love story on 4/11/24 #5 in friendship on 10/12/24 #2 in friendship on 14/12/24 #1 in angstwithhappyending on 23/1/25 #1 in amnesia on 5/2/25 #1 in office on 25/4/25 #2 in office on 12/5/25 #1 in grumpy on 12/6/25 #4 in friendstolovers 1/10/25

"I wish I had never met you!" Deepika's voice echoed across the classroom, each word a dagger to my heart. "Excellent! At least we finally agree on something!" I fired back, even as a tear betrayed the storm of emotions within me. With those final, stinging words, Deepika stormed out, leaving a heavy silence in her wake. The classroom felt like a graveyard, and I stood there, rooted to the spot, desperately wishing I could chase after her and demand the truth. Maybe letting her go was the right choice. Perhaps this is meant to be my unfinished love story, a tale of what-ifs and almosts. ✨ No Deepika. This can't be his bike. Not Arjun's. But I couldn't deny what I saw-the familiar brown Royal Enfield, now twisted and crushed. My heart hammered as I circled around, hoping, praying it wasn't true, until my gaze landed on the number plate: TN56 0809. Arjun's bike. Deepika! Stop imagining things! Arjun would be fine! I felt the world shift, the noise around me blurring into a single, deafening hum. Ambulance and police sirens echoed, and a stranger's voice broke through: "Two boys. Spot dead. College students." I clutched my chest, gasping for air as reality slammed into me. "Arjun..." I whispered, barely holding myself together. Tears stung my face as I sank beside the wreck. "No, Please, No!" My voice cracked as the weight of regret settled in, suffocating me. ✨ Ex-Crush: More than just a crush, but a little less than love. ✨ Arjun and Deepika were hopelessly in love-only they never realized it. Will they find their way to each other, or will their love story remain forever unfinished? ✨ Join Arjun and Deepika on a journey back to those dreamy college days-days where every moment felt eternal, love was unspoken yet ever present, where friendship bloomed like wildflowers, offering a sanctuary from the harsh winds of reality. Come, wander with them through the corridors of college days, where the echoes of laughter still linger. (Comp