Indian Gl love story 🤧🥀 Teacher and student lesbian story Indian style 😘❤ To the world, Professor Sruti Singh is cold, calculated, and unreachable. With a black hoodie hiding more than just skin, she walks the halls of the university like she owns time. Her rules are law. Her eyes? Emotionless. No one dares cross her... until Ruhi Sharma does. Ruhi-the curious, sharp-tongued, second-rank student who lives for rain, fiction, and fantasy. She's everything Sruti has vowed to stay away from-young, bold, and dangerously tempting. But when Ruhi is assigned to assist Sruti in a private research project, long nights, late labs, and stolen glances turn into something else... A brush of fingers over shared papers. A back pressed against the lab table. A voice that growls, "You're crossing a line, Ruhi..." And a soft reply - "Then stop me." What begins as irritation melts into obsession. And what should've been a simple teacher-student boundary becomes a dark, aching desire neither of them can deny. But Sruti has secrets. And Ruhi? She has no idea how deep she's falling... or what it'll cost her to touch a woman like Sruti Singh. Rank- 2# lesbianfordemi

Aniruddha Dutta died for his country, leaving only a letter for his sister Aparna: "Tell my Kamala I'm dead... she won't know unless someone tells her." But Aparna can't let Kamala's heart break. So she becomes Aniruddha-wearing his clothes, deepening her voice, and stepping into a role that will test love, grief, and desire. In a house full of memories, can devotion survive when the truth is hidden, and hearts start to wander? ⚠️Content Warnings: Death, grief, Sexual content, cross-dressing, deception, sexual tension, historical setting (1960s Bangladesh), mature themes.

DEEWANYAAT Fear It. Crave It. In a world ruled by power and silence, two destinies collide. She is control carved in ice. She is innocence wrapped in scars. One owns the shadows. One survives them. This is not gentle love. This is obsession. And when obsession chooses you... it doesn't let go. --- Deewanyaat isn't soft love. It's the kind that marks you.

They met again. Again, after Five long years. "Don't. Dare. To. Touch. Me. Till. The. Wedding. Is. Done," Riya said in a low but firm voice. "Fine, I won't. See you after the wedding, Hukum," Meher replied with an irritating smirk. This is a story about two girls who once met, only to part ways without a word. Now, after five long years, they face each other again. Will they confront the emotions they've buried deep inside, or keep pretending they feel nothing? Will time heal what was left unsaid-or only make it harder to speak? I know. But you read it to find out.

Abigail, 17, has always lived in the shadow of secrets. Ever since that night, the one no one talks about, her world has been silence, stares, and scars. Going back to school after a quiet summer, Abby tries to keep her head down - and fails. Worse: her father just remarried a woman she barely knows. Evelyn. 33. Elegant, mysterious, and cold as winter. With her perfect black hair, her chilling smile, and her sharp words when no one's around, Evelyn quickly turns their shared house into a prison Abby can't escape. Forced to live under the same roof while her father's away on business trips, the two women begin a quiet war - of glances, insults, tension, and something else they both refuse to name. Something dangerous. Something that hurts. And yet... something neither of them can ignore. What will happen when forced proximity turns into something far more dangerous than hate? WARNING: this story contains mature themes including traumatic past, emotional manipulation, toxic dynamics, and age gap. 18+ content may appear. Highest rankings: #1 slowburn 22/07/25 #1 womensfiction 14/08/25 #1 womanxwoman 21/07/25 #1 girlxwoman 12/07/25 #1 mommy issues 10/08/25 #1 stepmother 26/08/25 #1 femxfem 01/10/25 #1 lgbt 04/10/25 #1 richgirl 12/11/25 #3 wlw 09/07/25 #5 love 28/07/25 © All rights reserved.

"I ....I wanted to..uhh..umm....confess that ...uhh....iloveyou" I stuttered. She gave me a confused look and asked "What?" "I love you" I said again a little calmly. There I confessed it. What happens when you fall in love with your own sister's girlfriend? What if she also has feelings for you? What happens when she starts to develop feeling for both the sisters? This is a story where Jo Accacia Dawson falls in love with Anne Aster Wilson who is Isabella Mary Dawson's girlfriend. Who will Aster choose? Who will she love and give her total self to? ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING This story contains MATURE, DRUG ABUSE, ALCOHOL ABUSE, VIOLENCE, SEXUAL VIOLENCE and VERBAL ABUSE. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. CONTENT MAY TRIGGER TRAUMA FROM PAST EVENTS.

"You're going to boarding school." These are the words Kate Anderson thought would ruin her life. She soon finds out though, that her trecherous punishment for being a lesbian, is her homophobic mother sending her to an all girls boarding school. Things get interesting when Kate discovers her four roommates are also gay, and crazy on all different levels of fun. Will her relationship back home stand? Or, will she find a new hand to hold?

Naina Reddy just wants to be comfortable with her life. While being an event planner is stressful, she enjoys it fully, even when her clients are downright cruel. However, with an annoying roommate, and a loveless life, what's a woman in her upper twenties to do? Especially when her endgame is marriage and kids. But with the entrance of two brothers to the town, her world is about to turn right side up for the first time. Throw a corgi into the mix and you've got yourself an adogable love story. Cover: @rotorooters

19 year old me was in love with my neighbour. We dreamt of being free and open with our love someday. She gave me the thrill and strength to deal with anything that was there to break us. She was my everything and so was I for her. But the problem is, we were both girls.

𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔, thrown together by 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 or some 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 sense of irony, in a private all-girls school where rules and control were 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 to keep everything in line. But she was the chaos I couldn't escape. Confident with a smirk that made me want to smash it off her face, 𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧. Every move she made, every brush of her body against mine, 𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭. I wasn't interested, not really. But the way she filled the space around me, so effortlessly, so 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺, it made it impossible to pretend I didn't want her. [18+] - Best rankings!: 🥇in Sapphic 🥇in Frustration 🥇in LesbianRomance 🥇in fxf 🥇in HiddenFeelings 🥇in MommyIssues 🥇in Gradeschool 🥇in StudentxStudent 🥇in Private-School 🥈in AcademicRivalry 🥉in EnemiesWithBenefits