𝑫𝒊𝒍𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒂 ♡ 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 ♡ [TALE OF INNOCENCE AND PURITY] - 𝐏𝐄𝐇𝐋𝐈 𝐌𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐀𝐓 Some love stories are dragged across lifetimes by a stubborn destiny. In their previous birth, they were a promise left unfulfilled. Now, the universe has given them a second chance under the same sky-but it comes wrapped in an ancient curse. Meet Meethika Arora. At sixteen, she is a whirlwind of absolute chaos. A proud PCB student who handles life with a carefree, "dekhi jayegi" attitude. She has no idea what to do with her career; she just wants fun, Bollywood drama, and laughter. "Mohabbat aur deewangi soch samajh ke nahi ki jaati... bas ho jaati hai." - Meethika 💓🪷 Here Rishabh Raghuvanshi. At seventeen, the school House Captain and PCM topper is the definition of discipline. His only dream is to wear the olive green army uniform like his dad and earn those shining stars on his shoulders. Love was a chapter he never intended to read. Until they collided in the crowded school corridor. Books crashed, the world tilted, and their eyes locked. In that fraction of a second, amidst the chaos of ringing school bells, Meethika lost her heart completely. She fell for the boy who was as silent as a storm. The disciplined soldier who only dreams of stars. The chaotic backbencher who only wants him. They have crossed lifetimes to find each other in a school hallway-but will the ancient curse let their Pehli Mohabbat survive this time? "Pehli mohabbat voh nahi jo pehli baar ho... pehli mohabbat voh hai jo phir kabhi kisi se na ho." -Rishabh🦚 They have crossed lifetimes to find each other in a school hallway. But as old memories begin to bleed into their present, will they be able to break the ancient curse

#𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 They said grief changes people. But I remember when I looked at him, he didn't look broken. He looked awakened. Like a man who had finally found a reason to breathe again. Unfortunately, that reason was me. There's nothing loud about him. Forget raising his voice he barely speaks unless he has to. He just watches quietly, like a wolf waiting for its prey to stop running. When a man like him decides you're his, he doesn't need to say a word. He didn't have to touch me to make me feel trapped. He just had to look. And maybe that's what chains really are...not metal or rope, but the slow suffocation of being seen, claimed, and never asked if you wanted to be free. If the girl I was four years ago had seen who I am today, she would have laughed at herself, completely unaware that one day she would herself say that: Arhaan Mirza is my fate, my curse, my damnation and the chains of desire my soul refuses to break free from. ~ Arhaan X Eyana

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.