Some love stories begin with a confession. Some begin with a glance. And some begin with years of silence. For eight years, Ishani Sharma has carried a secret in her heart. A secret she has never spoken aloud. The school's topper, everyone's favorite student, and the girl who always puts others before herself, has mastered the art of hiding her feelings behind smiles and responsibilities. After all, how do you tell someone that they've been the reason behind your prayers, your hopes, and your countless sleepless nights? Especially when that someone is Rudraksh Singh The carefree backbencher. The boy who laughs openly. The school's heartthrob. The favorite of teachers, children, and almost everyone who meets him. The boy who never seems angry. The boy who hides his own storms behind a smile. To the world, they are completely different. A responsible topper and a carefree backbencher. A girl who overthinks everything and a boy who lives in the moment. A short-tempered perfectionist and a patient soul who rarely loses his calm. But sometimes, the most beautiful stories are written between two people who don't realize how much they need each other. As friendships deepen, secrets unravel, and old wounds resurface, Ishani and Rudraksh find themselves on a journey that will test their hearts, their faith, and the meaning of love itself. Because some feelings are not just love. They are an Ibadat. And every Ibadat deserves to be heard. A story of friendship, family, healing, laughter, unspoken love, and a girl who loved quietly for eight years.

💔 "She waited her whole life to confess... but he kissed someone else." SHIVIKA MALHOTRA - 22, hopeless romantic, secretly in love with her childhood best friend SIDDHARTH SINGHANIA. She had loved him for years - through every heartbreak, every late-night call, every silly fight. And finally, one day, she gathered the courage to tell him... But what she saw shattered her. Her best friend. His lips. And not a single word left her mouth that day. But fate isn't done with them yet. Now, years later... destiny ties them together in the most unexpected way: a forced marriage. Will old love find its way back? Or is she too broken to believe in second chances? --- 💥 Tropes you'll love: 💔 Best friends to lovers 💍 Forced marriage 💞 Childhood love 💫 Second chances 🔥 Love triangle + betrayal

THE PSYCHOLOGY OF HATE Ishvika Roy has two problems. The first is that she has a habit of turning every peaceful situation into complete chaos. The second? Samay Rawat. He is quiet, strict, annoyingly handsome, and absolutely impossible to read. Unfortunately for Ishvika, he isn't just the man she keeps accidentally bumping into, arguing with, and embarrassing herself in front of. He's her professor. And as if that wasn't bad enough, fate has decided to make things even worse- They become accidental flatmates. Now, the man who barely tolerates her existence has to see her every single day, outside the classroom, without the safety of professional boundaries to hide behind. She talks too much. He hates unnecessary conversations. She thrives on chaos. He worships silence. She loves getting on his nerves. He has the patience of a saint-until she pushes the wrong button. They call it hate. But when living under the same roof starts blurring the lines between irritation and attraction, one question remains- How long can they keep pretending it's nothing but hate? Because sometimes, the strongest emotions don't begin with love. Sometimes, they begin with the person you can't stand.

Maa turned to me. "Riya beta, go outside and bring the flowers from the garden. And if you see him, bring him along with you." I nodded, clutching the thali a little tighter, and stepped out toward the garden. He was nowhere in sight. Shrugging it off, I bent down to lift the large basket of flowers placed near the parking area. The tiny blooms felt impossibly heavy. As I struggled, the sharp edge of the basket nicked my wrist - hidden beneath the soft folds of my dupatta. Great. If anyone notices, I'm doomed. Ignoring the sting, I stepped onto the marble path cutting through the grass - and lost my balance. "Whoa-" Before I could fall, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. My breath hitched. Time stopped. The world went silent - no birds, no distant traffic, no rustling leaves. There he was. Dhruv Rathore. Standing so close I could feel his warmth, his steady presence grounding me. The boy my heart had never quite let go of - even after four long years - was holding me in his arms. He looked exactly how memory had preserved him. Calm. Composed. Effortlessly commanding. And then reality crashed into me. He's my sister's devar. ✨A slow-burn romance set against the chaos of an Indian wedding, filled with family drama, soft moments, and emotions that refuse to stay hidden. ✨ #1 in rituals🌸✨🎀(3/02/2026) #1 in rituals (12/03/2026) #9 in beautiful ( 27/03/2026) #1 in past love ( 5/04/2026) #2 in beautiful (8/04/2026)

They call them monsters. They call them miracles. One family is feared by the world. The other is loved by it. But no one knows that behind the coldest mafia king lies a secret that has remained buried for three years... And when fate brings the remaining three together, not even destiny will escape unscathed.

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 '𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬' 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 When Abhiraaj's eyes locked onto Eesha's, he knew he had to make her his. His obsession grew with each passing day, and he would stop at nothing to claim her as his own. But as Eesha begins to feel the weight of his all-consuming passion, she realizes that she's trapped in a web of love, desire, and madness. Will she be able to escape the suffocating grip of Abhiraaj's obsession, or will she become his forever? On the other hand.... Akshay fell for Rhea the moment she cursed him on a busy Mumbai street-wild, fearless, and unapologetically real. She was chaos, and he was drawn in. But Rhea never believed in love; to her, it was just another lie dressed as a promise. Still, against all odds, she let herself feel. And just when her walls began to fall, the truth about Akshay shattered her completely-reminding her why she never should've believed in love in the first place. Would Rhea ever recover from this, or was Akshay really that monster?

Aa chal ke tujhe main leke chalun Ek aise Gagan k tale ♥︎ Jahan gam bhi na ho aansu bhi na ho Bas pyaar hi pyaar pale....♥︎♥︎ Some love stories don't begin with sparks~they begin with silences Story of quiet love that arrives late but stays long This is not a perfect love story - it's a real one Where two people shed their masks of perfection and fall for each other ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● A man who kneels without ego, A woman who bows without losing herself ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He was not chosen because he demanded her, He was chosen because he waited She didn't fall because she was promised, She fell because she was respected ______________________________________________________ Jump inside the story to know if two wounded hearts can truly mend each other ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

#Book1 of The Heart Series (English and Tanglish) VIHAAN MALHOTRA × INDHU RAJAN "That's what you do, isn't it?" His voice was sharp, edged with something dangerously close to anger. I frowned. What the hell is he talking about? "What-" I started, but he cut me off. "Always craving attention. From everyone... from every man-"The words barely left his mouth before my hand struck his cheek. A sharp slap, loud in the quiet room. Wow. Four years. Four whole years since I last saw him, and the first thing I do? Slap my first love. Great. Just great. ──── ୨୧ ──── Indhu walked away from love, heartbreak, and the boy who once shielded her in the rain, Vihaan. He was her first love, the one she believed never saw her the same way. What she thought was an unrequited crush turned into a painful memory, marked by misunderstandings and unresolved emotions. They met again through the wedding of Indhu's best friend, Aadya and Vihaan's older brother Arnav, an event that should have been a happy beginning but instead left her heartbroken. Convinced she had moved on, she built a life on her own terms-until Vihaan reappeared. Vihaan, cold and unreadable, never let anyone get close-especially not Indhu. He buried his feelings, mistaking distance for control. But when the truth behind their past finally comes to light, he refuses to let her slip away again. Now bound to the man she tried to forget, Indhu finds herself trapped between past wounds and present desires. And as possessive tension, lingering resentment, and years of unspoken longing collide, she fights to guard her heart while Vihaan struggles to claim what was always his. But in a game of denial and temptation, who will surrender first? ──── ୨୧ ──── (This is my first book, so there may be a few mistakes or small inconsistencies, but it won't affect the reading. I'll be fixing everything once the book is completed❤️😭)

He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.