College was supposed to be a fresh start-new classes, new friends, new freedom. She never planned on falling for him: the boy with the guitar, the voice that silenced crowds, the charm that made everyone chase after him. She watched from the sidelines, certain her feelings would remain a secret, hidden behind smiles and excuses. But secrets don't stay buried forever, and hearts don't always listen to reason. ✨ What happens when the girl who swore she'd never confess finds herself caught in a story bigger than she ever imagined? #bestfriends#guitar#CollegeRomance#CampusLove#FirstLove#NewBeginnings#CollegeCrush#LoveStory#romantic

Across the ridges where time holds its breath, beyond the river that forgets its name, there lies a shrine where the gods do not sleep. There, the past is not buried-it waits. And when destiny cracks the sky, lives entwine across centuries. Aaditya Varma - The Lion of Suryagarh He was never meant to return. Once the crown prince of Suryaharh, forged in duty and flame, Aadityan was a ruler carved by war and worshipped by fate. A warrior with storm-grey eyes, battle-scarred skin, and a past too heavy for memory alone. His hands still carry the weight of his blade, Kaalaratri, but history no longer recognizes his name. Until she does. Sharavani Desai - The Healer of Forgotten Things She was never meant to find him. A scientist bound by medicine and reason; Sharavani has spent years stitching people back together-but unraveling fate wasn't in the job description. When Aadityan crashes into her world, bleeding and burning with memory that shouldn't exist, she must choose logic, or the impossible. History never felt so close. And she doesn't like what it has to say. The Question That Starts It All When a warrior from another century crashes into the modern world, carrying scars that history cannot explain-Sharavani must ask herself one thing: Is the past truly gone? Or has it simply been waiting?

Genre: Romance | Mystery | Drama ⚠ WARNING BEFORE YOU ENTER ⚠ This is not a love story. It's a story of secrets, betrayal, and the price of trust. Every smile hides a blade. Every embrace could be the last. The people you meet here are liars-even the dead ones. If you think you know the truth... you don't. Read carefully. Every chapter is a clue. Every word could save-or destroy-them. And when you finish, ask yourself only one question: Who would you trust when everyone wants you dead?

I was born for him - To be with him, to serve him, to love him. My eyes seek only his validation. My heart beats only for his name. My hands ache to touch only his presence. My feet move only in his direction. My body bends, curves, and surrenders - only under his gaze. They say, "Without devotion, love cannot survive. And without love, devotion cannot be attained." And my devotion for him is untouched, unwavering. My heart is filled with a love that belongs only to him - The one my eyes are forever searching for. As I tied the strings of my anklets-anklets that once chimed with devotion but would ring with destruction tonight-I wrapped myself in silk, coiled my hair, and adorned it with Kanakambaram flowers. But not with love this time. Tonight, they burn with fury. When the forces of destruction shook my city-our heaven, Srirangam-with the invasion of those others, I made a decision. A choice born not from fear but fire: to show them what real devotion is. The power of love. The might of the one who seeks nothing but gives everything. When the army of Delhi Sultanate neared the temple-our divine abode-I knew what to do. I knew no mortal hand driven by violence and greed would be allowed to touch him. To see him. They did not deserve the sight. Not even a glimpse. So tonight, my legs will move. My body will curve. My lips will sing. And my hands-my hands will kill. For those who believe they can rule, who think they can take what was never theirs-I will show them what a dance of destruction truly looks like. Every yuga, when man thinks he is god, my god rises to remind them who the real one is. But this time, he is not alone. He has me. I am Vellayi. The Devadasi of Srirangam. The one they call a living goddess. But to him... I am just his simple love. All my life, I have lived, breathed, and danced for only one. To me, he is everything. My Ranga. © Ival_Nidhi_Writes 2025 All rights reserved.

Veerangna Pratap Jha is a young girl who has always dreamt of becoming a car racer. But things take a sharp turn when Neo gets stolen which makes her fight for her life and forces her to go against destiny....will she be able to get Neo back?

"Love, lies, and lightning in the skies - enter the world of the Vidyadhars." A prince. A princess. A silence that will echo through centuries. In a realm ruled by sky-kings and mystic warriors, their union was destined to be legendary. But before love could spark, doubts struck. Now unfolds a tale of swashbuckling adventure, fierce magical duels, royal intrigue - and a romance that sizzles beneath the shadows of war. 🔥 #1 in Indian Mythology ⚔️ #1 in Mysticism 🌀 #1 in Illusion 🧞‍♂️ #1 in folktale 👑 #3 in Historical Fiction

Baat ye mashhoor hai ki ishq mein dil chaak hua, Ishq agar aag na kar de toh ishq khaak hua. "Mai usse mohabbat nahi, ishq ki hadd tak deewaniyat palna chahta hu." - Ruhaan Khan "Wo hazaar dafa mana karde, Aap fir mujhe uss ke paas lauta dekhenge." - Khizar Bilal Ek ki mohabbat ishq ban baithi, aur doosre ne junooniyat mein usse hasil kar liya. Par uss ka kya? Jo khud in dono ke beech kahin kho si gayi... Noor ka kya? "Mai toh sirf khul kar jeena chahti thi... Mai toh sirf Noor al Ain banna chahti thi." - Noor al Ain - - - Ones love turned into divine madness, while the other won her to his obsession. But, What about Noor al Ain? I don't just want to love her, I wanna live in her memories to the edge of my sanity.- Ruhaan Khan. She can reject me all she wants yet I'll walk back to her wagging my tail.- Khizar Bilal. I just wanted to live free, I just wanted to be me- Noor al Ain.