#2 Shubman Gill #1 ict #2 indiancricketteam #4 instagram He lived in the spotlight. She told the stories behind it. To the world, they were just a cricketer and a presenter but the best parts of their story were never televised. They existed in post-match walks, delayed flights, unread drafts, stolen glances, and conversations that began only after the cameras stopped rolling. Some stories make headlines but theirs stayed off the record. 𝑻𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔, 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏.

⋆｡𝐀𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𐙚 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡｡⋆ [Duet#1] They say high school is all about memories, friendships, and first love. But for Arunika Sharma, it's about surviving one particular nightmare kavish Singh . He's the school's golden boy arrogant, popular, and way too charming for his own good. She's the girl who couldn't care less about his fame or his perfect smirk. From stolen notes to sarcastic remarks, their rivalry is the talk of the entire school. But what happens when hate starts to blur into something softer... something neither of them is ready to admit? Because sometimes, the line between enemies and lovers is just one heartbeat away. A story about two opposites bound by rivalry, torn by emotions, and connected by something neither of them dares to name. Because sometimes, love doesn't arrive with flowers and sunshine it hides behind sarcasm, pride, and the person you swore you'd never fall for. story filled with laughter, chaos, late night confessions, and the kind of love that only happens once in school corridors and teenage hearts. Hey readers. This story isn't just about love it's about growing up, fighting, falling, and finding someone who feels like home in the middle of all the chaos. I hope Arunika and Kavish's journey makes you smile, blush, and maybe even believe in school love again. Start: 29/10/2025 End: 15/ 4/ 2026

🌹 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 Aria arrives at her new school carrying more than just a past-she carries a silence sharp enough to cut. She doesn't look for attention, she doesn't ask for friendship, and she definitely doesn't believe in love. Not anymore. Her world is built on rules: Stay small. Stay quiet. Stay hidden. But everything starts to shift the moment Shivansh Rawat begins to notice her in ways she can't ignore. He watches her the way no one ever has-carefully, respectfully, like he's trying to understand the shadows she refuses to speak about. He doesn't push. He doesn't pry. Yet somehow, he gets closer than anyone should be able to. His presence is steady. His patience is disarming. And his care? It's the kind of dangerous that scares her... because she wants it. Aria feels the walls she built trembling against him-this boy who quietly steps into the spaces she guards most fiercely. He makes her question everything she believes about trust, safety, and love itself. But darkness doesn't disappear just because someone kind walks in. As she becomes part of a world filled with loud laughter, fierce loyalty, and friendships that burn bright-Rohan and Avni's fiery clashes, Saavi and Akshat's warm, teasing spark-Aria begins to feel something she has long forgotten: Hope. Hope that terrifies her as much as her past ever did. Because secrets don't stay buried forever. Sometimes they rise exactly when you start to heal. And Aria's past carries shadows that don't loosen their grip easily. Guarded Heart is a story of slow-burning romance, emotional unraveling, and the quiet bravery it takes to let love in when you've learned to fear it. Some hearts hide because they've been hurt. Some hearts protect because they care. And some hearts... collide so intensely, the world around them shifts. 💞 Slow Burn × Emotional Healing 🔥 Enemies to Lovers 🫶 Brother's Best Friend 🌸 Found Family & Fierce Friendships 📖 School Life

𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏 knew what it meant to live in the shadows, waiting for the world to finally see him. 𝑵𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒍, on the other hand, had lived her whole life under blinding lights, wishing for a moment of peace. He was the boy cricket forgot. She was the girl the cameras never let go. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭.🌎 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.📸 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞.💫 When their paths collide, sparks turn into fire - the kind that can either heal their scars or burn them alive. But not every love story begins with 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝... and not every heart is ready for what destiny has planned.❤️‍🩹

(Sequel to 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘚 𝘛𝘖𝘖 𝘉𝘓𝘌𝘌𝘋.) 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. Because what tore them apart wasn't just bad. It was brutal. Loyalty didn't scream when accusations were thrown and he didn't speak when they dragged her away in cuffs. She loved. She bled. And she watched him choose the one girl she could never fight. Her best friend. And Aaron? He became the villain of a story no one fully understands. Once, he walked into her world, uninvited, unexpected, impossible to ignore. This time... she walks into his. But they are not the same anymore. She is wounded. Empty. And no longer believes in love. And him? He isn't just feared. He isn't just followed. He is something far more dangerous. And this time... there's no telling what he might destroy to keep control or what she might lose trying to survive him. ______________________________________________________________ "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝘼𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝?" he asked. I froze. Not because I didn't know the answer. But because I never thought he will ever want to know. And then I said. ''𝙎𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝.'' ''𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝... 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪.'' And that one question... turned their world upside down.

"𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝗔𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻." his voice dropped, eyes unreadable. "𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲." "𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗱𝗼?" I called after him. "𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗻... 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁?" He didn't turn back. "𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝘼𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣." ---------⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ♪⁠～♡～♪ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾----------------- When I was little girl, I Admired the moths every time they were drawn to the flames . I wondered a lot that why would someone willingly burn themselves just to feel warmth for a little while ....I thought of them as foolish and naive. I never realized their desperation, their thirst, their fate. Not until I met him. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗡 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 Owner of the most chilling shades of ocean blue Eyes. A Man who wielded his words like a sword , And owned the football ground like he is the king. The thing is...... I shouldn't have become the moth I once laughed at. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙! I fell for him. Deeply. He did too. He fell in love too. Even harder than I intended. Just not with me. He fell in love with______ 𝙃𝙀𝙍 ~~ They didn't joke when they called him. ''𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗻.'' His Love ruined me. And I finally realized that. 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗗.

Dr prachi singhania delicate broken heart girl who craves for love got a man who fixed her broken scattered heart by decorating 🎀 it beautifully with his love.

"The meteors were never the problem." The world went silent the night he arrived. No one knew where the child inside the crater came from. But as he grew older, strange things began happening around him-voices in the dark, objects floating without touch, storms responding to emotions he couldn't control. His parents spent years hiding him from the world. Because some secrets aren't meant to be found. And some children were never meant to exist.

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"मैं परिंदा हूँ तू है सितारा मैं अपना आसमान चुनु तू अपना आसमानमैं" ｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ───────── ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡ 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚 ~ 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 He is from Kashmir. Chaos is his mother tongue. He feels like warm Kashmiri chai on a freezing morning. Slow. Comforting. Deceptively strong. She is from Kanyakumari. Loud, expressive, dramatic in the best way possible. She smells like fresh mallipoo and chaos. Fire wrapped in bangles and sarcasm. When they meet, sparks do not fly. Storms do. ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ───────────── ꒰ა ☆ ໒ They argue about everything. Language. Food. Weather. Music. Who makes better chai. Who has better beaches. He calls her "too much." She calls him "too boring." He rolls his eyes. She rolls up her sleeves. Hair pulling. Endless roasting. Cold wars in the corridor. Unspoken concern hidden behind sarcastic comments. But somewhere between college corridors and cultural festivals, between snowfall stories and sunset confessions, something shifts. Because sometimes chaos needs calm. And sometimes calm needs a little chaos to feel alive. But destiny is stubborn. And love, even more so.