She was hired to care for his son. She never expected to awaken the darkness in him Twinkle-a soft-spoken, resilient young woman-enters the world of the powerful and emotionally scarred cricketer Hardik, as a nanny to his five-year-old son, Agastya. But what begins as a job soon spirals into something far more dangerous. Twinkle becomes the one thread that holds Agastya's innocence and Hardik's fractured soul together. Hardik is a man haunted by loss and buried emotions. Ruthless in field and colder in relationships, he keeps the world at arm's length-until Twinkle's presence ignites something raw and primal within him. A tension simmers between them, forbidden and consuming, threatening to unravel everything he's built. Agastya, the sweet, intuitive child, unknowingly becomes the heart of this storm. His love for Twinkle draws her deeper into the family, while his father's jealousy and protectiveness blur the lines between love and obsession. As passion turns possessive and secrets surface, will Twinkle survive the storm of desire she never saw coming-or be consumed by it? A tale of dark romance, forbidden touch, and emotional warfare-Bound in Silence is a story where love is not gentle, but a battlefield.

For years, Nehmat Kohli believed she had finally built the life she once only wished for-a home filled with warmth, the love she quietly longed to reclaim, and a fragile peace with a past that once left her fractured. She and Shubman raised their children together, balancing the weight of his frequent absences with quiet strength. Everything felt settled. She was fine. They were fine. But then, one evening, a simple sentence-spoken without malice-set something off inside her. Nehmat didn't know why, but suddenly, the room felt too small, and her chest tightened. Anger flared inside her, sharp and surprising, spilling out in a burst she hadn't expected. She couldn't stop it. The words she spoke in return were louder than she meant, and in that moment, it was as if everything she had so carefully built began to unravel. It wasn't the words themselves that shook her. It was what they stirred-something buried deep within her, something she had never paid attention to before. A sense of unease, of things being out of place, crept in slowly. The life she thought she knew, the calm she had worked so hard to create, suddenly felt fragile, like it could slip through her fingers at any moment. It wasn't until that moment of anger that Nehmat realized something was wrong-something she had never noticed before. She didn't understand it. She didn't know why it was happening, but now, she couldn't ignore the feeling. Nehmat had faced many challenges in the past, but this was different. This time, she had no idea what she was up against. Trigger Warning: Emotional turmoil

Ziva Singh Dhoni the OG princess of ICT and jaan of her Dada and Mumma............. what if one day ICT come to know that their princess is in love with Army Major..... THIS IS JUST A IMAGINARY STORY......

╰┈➤ 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 💫 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐀𝐓: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘴. Some people don't enter your life like storms. They arrive like the sky- vast, unbothered, endless. He walked in like the breeze, easy, unhurried, carrying the scent of something familiar. Shreyas Iyer. A cricketer the nation admired, a man who made chaos look calm. He didn't chase the spotlight, it followed him. Not because he demanded attention, but because his presence made silence feel like a song. People often mistook his laid-back smile for indifference, but those who really knew him... knew he was the calm after every storm. She sat quietly, listening-always listening. Not to reply, but to understand. Aarohi Agarwal. A therapist with soft eyes and sharp comebacks. She healed people for a living, but rarely let anyone hold her broken pieces. Empathy was her strength. Boundaries were her armour. She didn't like messes, especially the emotional kind. But she was a beautiful contradiction, sweet and sassy, soft-spoken but never a pushover. She knew what hurt felt like... and more importantly, what healing looked like. Two people, neither looking for anything. One tired of being seen as just a jersey. The other too used to seeing through people. They didn't crash into each other. They collided gently, like constellations crossing paths. Not to complete, but to coexist. Because sometimes, the most unexpected souls find the quietest corners of each other. And sometimes, the cosmos doesn't scream. It whispers.

╰┈➤ 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. ✨️ 𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. Some people don't crash into your life like meteors. They arrive like sunlit mischief, warm, effortless, impossible to ignore. He walked in like laughter does, uninvited, contagious, leaving behind a brightness no one asked for but everyone needed. Ishan Kishan. A cricketer the country couldn't stop quoting, a boy-wonder turned man who wore stardom like a hoodie, casual, lived-in, never too precious. Jokes on his tongue, swagger in his stride, a soft heart hidden behind a don't care grin. The world saw the reels: the sixes, the smiles, the spark. Only a few noticed the silence after, the boy who broke records wondering what he had broken in himself to get there. She didn't enter rooms. She claimed them, with the kind of silence that doesn't ask, it decides. Mandakini Mishra. A writer who carved truth into sentences that bled clean. Savage not because she was cruel, but because she refused to be careful around lies. Rebellious to rules that tried to cage her voice. Cool on the surface, fire in the marrow, sass stitched with sense, softness locked behind an alarmed door. Two people who didn't need saving. One who laughed at expectations. The other who underlined them with a red pen. They didn't collide like thunder. They crossed paths like a dare, his chaos waving, her calm smirking back. Not to fix. Not to fuse. But to co-author. Because sometimes salvation isn't a sermon. It's a shrug shared at the right time. Sometimes the loudest truths arrive with a grin and a raised eyebrow. And sometimes, mischief becomes meaning, when the starboy finally stops running, and the writer finally stops waiting. This isn't a love story built on rescue. It's a love story built on recognition. Two storms, two silences, finding rhythm in each other's noise. And that rhythm? That was Inayat.

After a painful breakup with Trisha Kulkarni, Shreyas Iyer's life takes a turn he never expected. The charm, the confidence, the laughter - all lost somewhere between heartbreak and healing. And just when he thought love wasn't meant for him anymore, Vihana Kohli walks in - kind, grounded, and everything he didn't know he needed. She's Virat Kohli's little sister, loved by everyone, and somehow, she finds a way to reach the parts of Shreyas no one else could. Because sometimes, love doesn't happen twice... it just finds its way back - differently. SECOND CHANCE - a story about heartbreak, healing, and finding love when you've stopped believing in it.

Please read "THE WRONG KISHAN" first!!!!

𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓸, ᴬˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵀⁱᵗˡᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ, ᴵᵗ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᴼⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵀᵉᵃᵐ ᴹᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ ᴮᵒⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵀʰᵉⁱʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢʰⁱᵖ. ᴬˡˢᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢʰⁱᵖˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ˢʰᵒʷⁿ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ʳᵉqᵘᵉˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ ᴾᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ. ʕ•͡-•ʔ ᴵᶠ ᵇʸ ᵃⁿʸ ᶜʰᵃⁿᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴳᵃʸˢʰⁱᵖˢ, ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵃᵈ.🧸ྀི

Shreyas Iyer - magnetic, focused, irresistibly charming... and absolutely off-limits. He was her brother's teammate, dangerously attractive, constantly in the spotlight - the one man Siya Kohli was never meant to look at twice. For ten years, Siya lived oceans away in Australia. Far from cricket. Far from fame. Far from everything that came with being Virat Kohli's sister. She built a life of her own - quiet, soft, graceful. A world of camera lights, art, and gentle dreams where cricket barely existed. But some rules are easy to make and almost impossible to obey. date her brother's teammate. And definitely not one who played alongside her brother. Especially not Shreyas - the man whose smile like a sin and whose presence shook the quiet world she lived in. Yet somewhere between family gatherings, stolen glances from across the room, and those accidental late-night conversations that lasted longer than they should have... the boundaries began to fade. What started as harmless respect turned into something far more dangerous. Every glance felt charged. Every touch felt forbidden. Every moment felt like stepping into a fire she wasn't sure she could walk out of. Because when love begins to cross the lines you swore you'd never touch, it stops being just a feeling - it becomes a risk. Some boundaries are created to protect you. Others exist only to tempt you. And some... no matter how dangerous... are meant to be broken.

Not every story needs a full match to leave an impact. Some begin with a look in the dressing room. Some end with a whisper on the boundary line. And some... stay with you long after the stadium lights go off. A collection of emotional, heartwarming, chaotic, and powerful Stories featuring the Indian Cricket Team - raw moments, secret bonds, laughter, pain, healing, and everything in between. Each story is unique. Every bond is unforgettable. Each story will contain 6 to 7 chapters. So welcome to the world of short stories of ICT 💙. #1 on kuldeepyadav #1 on ravindra jadeja #1 on Suryakumaryadav #1 on teamindia