RANKINGS : [ 18. sept 2025 ] #2 - enemies to lovers ( / 132K stories ) #3 - badboy ( / 152K stories ) #2 - college romance ( / 16.6K stories ) ******* He bullied her. He kissed her. Then he vanished - leaving her broken in love and bleeding in silence. five years later, she's not the same girl. But fate brings him back... and this time, she's not easy to hurt. "You broke me once, Vansh. Don't dare try again." This isn't a fairytale. This is obsession. Regret. Lust. This is what happens when the villain leaves... ...and the girl becomes the storm.❤️‍🔥 ******* Welcome to a world where love is ruthless... and heartbreak is the beginning.🌚😉 Tropes : - hate to love - Enemies to lover - Rich boy × poor girl - slow burn & obsession - Campus Royalty vs. Outsider - bully romance - college romance

𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 - The Beauty of Scars. (translation- beautiful) A book with multi-couples ❤️‍🩹🧿 •Arranged marriage. •Single dad. • Hate to love. •Flawed Characters. •Past trauma and healing. •She's crazy but mine kind of love. •Chatterbox FL x Listener ML. •Cute and chaotic moments. •Multi couples. •No cheating. •Social problems. •Trigger warning. •Doctor x CEO. •Surgeon x biker. •Bride who ran away x Groom who still loves her. 𝖠𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝖷 𝖱𝗒𝖺𝗇 ❤️‍🩹 𝖲𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖷 𝖵𝗂𝗄𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍 ❤️‍🩹 𝖪𝗂𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖷 𝖠𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗁❤️‍🩹 Let's meet in their healing journey.

Every generation leaves behind a wound and a whisper. But for them? It was desire unfulfilled. ~◇ ~ Suvarna Dutta She was a chaotic poetry- loud in laughter, quiet in pain. She loved too much and felt too deeply. Her world wasn't kind- parents who broke each other...and her, a home that echoed the shatter of broken plates and hatred more than love and laughter. But hoping was something she never compromised with. Neither was loving. Her tears carried stories, her smiles carried the warmth of a sunshine that shone the morning after a kalboishakhi storm. She was written in her own ink- messy, misplaced yet non-smudgable. She was unsavable- she knew that. She just wanted someone who wouldn't flinch at her truth. Aditya Aryan Chatterjee Taylor Aditya wasn't carved out of cold stones and still waters- He was a storm and a ray of sunlight at the same time. Warm and gentle in his gaze, fierce and relentless in his determination. His smile understood pain, his eyes didn't just look- they consoled, comforted and assured. His steps were kind and his strides- seldom confident. Torn between bloodlines and belonging, he was lost- often trying to fit into unstitched worlds. But in the end, his heart- it didn't belong to a country, it bled for one. ~◇~ They were the children of promises- promises that lingered amidst glances across the two terraces on lazy afternoons, of locked orbs in pandal crowds, in the folds of black and white sarees and Tussar silks. Promises might as well be forgotten, but memories? They stay. They haunt. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦.