He doesn't look like the kind of person you accidentally notice. He looks like the kind you're told about before you ever see him. "Rathore hai," someone had said once, like that was enough. And it was. Vihaan Rathore stands like he belongs-like the space adjusts for him, not the other way around. White kurta, sleeves slightly folded, nothing flashy, but still... noticeable. Not because he's trying. That's the problem. He doesn't try, and still people look. Tall. Too tall. Annoyingly so. I shouldn't be noticing that. His face isn't expressive. Not cold, not warm. Just... composed. Like he knows exactly how much of himself to show. Nothing more. His eyes don't move around much either. When he looks at something-or someone-it feels deliberate. "Stay away from that side of campus," Priu had warned. "Too much going on." I didn't ask what she meant. I already knew the type. There's something about him that doesn't sit right with me. Maybe it's the name. Maybe it's the way people lower their voices around him. Or maybe it's just instinct. Either way, I don't plan on getting involved. Some things are better observed from a distance. Tropes: introvert × ambivert college politics politician's son loner x public figure observer x speaker unspoken understanding city college life © All Rights Reserved This work is an original piece of fiction created by me. Do not copy, reproduce, or repost without permission.Plagiarism will not be tolerated.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

STOP RIGHT THERE Mrs Priya Ekaansh Raghuvanshi, a shiver ran down her spine listening his dangerous voice she gulp and tightly close her eyes,she was clutching her saree in her hands that her life depend on it. When she stop at her place but didn't turn then he marched towards her with long strides , he holds her wrist in his tight grip without hurting her he pull her towards him that she collided with his chest she put her one hand on his chest so that she didn't fall. She open her eyes immediately because of his sudden pull,her brown doe like eyes meet with his black and dark eyes which is showing nothing but anger and hurt. But she was not able to maintain an eye contact with him so she immediately look down on her hand which was on his chest. Why the hell are you ignoring me since evening Mrs Raghuvanshi care to explain??he asked with irritating and slight anger in his voice. But she didn't said anything,she was Just looking down,she bite her lower lip in nervousness and his close proximity isn't helping at all. When he didn't get any answer from her he hold her shoulder and yelled at her ANSWER ME DAMMIT. Ji.....ji...wohh....main...she said stammering tears fall from her eyes.because it's her first time seeing his anger. when an innocent and shy girl is arranged into marriage with cold and top most sexiest businesses tycoon. "It is typical arrange marriage without any enemy it's just normal marriage life". let's see how love is going to bloom in both of their hearts. Let's see if he is cold with her also or not??? #6- family #1- Hindi #1-india #14- arrange marriage #10-love life #4- cute romance #3- wife

ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ. ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰɪʟᴛʜ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ɴᴏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. "ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ" ʜᴇ ꜱɴᴀʀʟᴇᴅ. "ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴜʀɴꜱ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ" ◇◇◇◇ Trapped in a loveless marriage, she craves what she's forbidden to have. Aradhya's world is one of quiet suffering until her husband's enigmatic elder brother, Arjun, ignites a fire she thought was long dead. Slow burning desire turns into a dangerous obsession. Every stolen glance, every reckless touch pulls them deeper into a web of passion, secrets, and broken promises. This isn't a story for the faint hearted. It's raw. It's messy. It's the kind of love that bruises, consumes, and leaves you breathless. Dare to enter their world if you can handle the heat.

She was the daughter of his father's employee. He was the heir to a world she never belonged to. Avani Gopal Joshi entered college with simple dreams, her songbook full of melodies and her heart full of kindness. She never expected her path to cross with Dhruv Rajendhra Varma - the arrogant, powerful, and impossible-to-ignore son of a billionaire who believed the world already belonged to him. One misunderstanding turned into silence. Silence turned into rivalry. And rivalry slowly began to feel like something neither of them could escape. But while pride kept pushing them apart, someone else quietly stepped closer, a second lead. Varun Kapoor - calm, understanding, and the only one who truly listened to Avani's music - became the friend she never expected... and maybe something more. In a college filled with friendships, competition, music, family expectations, and unspoken emotions, hearts begin to change in ways no one planned. Because sometimes the person you misunderstand the most... becomes the one you cannot stop thinking about. An emotional enemies-to-lovers college romance about pride, music, friendship, and the journey of three hearts learning what love really means. ❤️✨

She was saved because he gave his name even before her name was decided. She was 3 hour baby and he was a 3 year old child when his father decided their future for the sake of her life. Join on the journey of Ambika and Shuryaveer to know more A story set in 1990s . It has emotions, drama todi comedy and a pure love story which will definitely rule on your hearts

A legendary King who saved their kingdom from brutal invaders and the humble brahmin's (ascetic) daughter. • King gets obsessed with her and forcefully marry her. • Strong female lead x Love sick Male lead. • FL tries to get revenge for what he does to her, follow the journey to see if she can escape from him, or fall for him. • Geographical location is Kashmir. ••• "Will you fight me too, your majesty?" A commanding voice cut through the crowd, drawing all eyes to the arena. At once, everyone knelt. "Hail to the savior of Kali Kingdom!" Shivani's gaze shifted, meeting her husband's smirking eyes. Dressed in green, he stood at the edge, watching her like a hunter sizing up his prey. Her smile faded, replaced by cold resolve. "I am not a warrior, Maharaja," she stated. "Just a teacher. My work here is done." "Rise," he ordered softly, eyes still locked on hers. As the men stood, he stepped forward, his smile deepening. "I, too, wish to learn. I shall pay a suitable fees. Don't worry." Her jaw tightened. "I have nothing to teach the great King," she said, laced with sarcasm. "I'm just a mere woman correcting mistakes-while you, of course, are flawless." Unfazed, he removed his rings one by one, handing them to a servant. "It's a humble request, Maharani. Please teach me. How can you judge my skill without facing me?" Her grip on the sword tightened. He had struck a nerve. "Fine," she snapped. With a sharp swing, she stepped back, putting space between them. A sword was placed in his hand. With a slight nod, he raised it, ready for battle. • • •

I don't know who he is, from where he came but I only know that know he become my Accidental Husband. I don't even know how a meeting turn into that where I am getting struck into forest and know in this Forced Accidentally Wedding. A wife I don't even know who is she from where she come but I know one dam! thing I don't belive in this fucking relationship. The Two sould who is opposite from each other, born in opposite side. Where one is cold hearted not belive in love , belive it is only a waste of time and distraction and in his life there is no time for distraction . Only have soft corner for his family, love his mother alot totally is mother boy. And the other one is totally sunshine love her Family alot belive in fairy tale. Princess of her Brothers , Father and uncle. Only daughter after 2 generation. Can love can bloom in this Two Opposite people? Where each other Family is ready kill each other? Or There story remained only a hidden secret?

She became a wife without love. A student without freedom. And his secret without choice. Meera Sharma never imagined her arranged marriage would turn into a dangerous secret. Married to a stranger, she walks into her university the very next day-only to find her husband standing at the podium as her professor. Reyaan Malhotra is cold, controlled, and untouchable. To the world, he's a respected professor. Behind closed doors, he's a powerful man hiding more than just their marriage. Bound by vows they never chose, Meera and Reyaan are forced to play enemies in public and strangers in private-while slowly losing control of the emotions neither of them planned to feel. A secret marriage. An age gap. Enemies to lovers. Slow burn. Dark romance. Because some wives are loved openly... and some are kept in silence. 🖤 Author's Note This story contains a slow-burn romance, emotional tension, and mature themes. Please read responsibly and show love by voting and commenting 🤍

💔 Unwanted Lisa Manoban was born into the richest and most powerful family in Thailand. Her father, Anurak Manoban, a Thai business tycoon, and her mother, Kim Soojin, a Korean heiress, built an empire that ruled every industry-oil, hotels, automobiles, entertainment, stocks, and beyond. Her elder sister, Chaeyoung Manoban, and elder brother, Bambam Manoban, were admired everywhere they went, treated like royalty. To the world, the Manoban family was untouchable. But to little Lisa, it was all empty. She would run with tiny feet to her father, pulling his hand: > "Dada... pway wif me, pwease..." And his cold voice would push her away: "Go away, Lisa. You are not important." She would tug at her sister's dress, eyes shining: > "Unnie... Lisa sit wif you?" But Chaeyoung would shove her off with disgust: "Don't call me unnie. You're not my sister." She would hug her toy and look at Bambam: > "Oppa... pway toy wif Lisa?" But he would glare and snap: "Don't bother me, Lisa. You mean nothing here." And her mother? She never even looked at her. Just silence. In a palace filled with gold, cars, and diamonds, Lisa had no love-no mama hugs, no dada kisses, no sister, no brother. Just loneliness. At night, clutching her small hands, she whispered to the sky: > "God... why nobody want Lisa? Why Lisa unwanted... even by her own famiwy?" And in this whole cruel world... did Lisa have anyone who truly wanted her in their life? ---