'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

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.

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────