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?

Being homeless is not on Tara's bucket list for this year, especially not in the city of Mumbai. But having to share an apartment with a boy she doesn't even know is definitely not on that list either. Still, between going homeless or sharing her sacred place with a stranger, who happens to look like the male lead from the fictional book she gushed over, she doesn't have much choice. Only, he is anything but her fictional dream man. Veer is anything but fictional, but he is someone who screams good looks, good looks, and more good looks in every direction of his profile. Even his arrogance speaks in the language of good looks. Two people, two different cultures, in one melting pot, Mumbai, sharing a flat as roommates. Neither of them has any idea that it's not just a coincidence, but the perfect shot of Cupid's arrow, meant to make these not-so-compatible humans fall in love. Others say Swipe To Like, but in Flat Out Love, we say Swipe To Share.

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.

Amala never thought one phone call could change everything. When she's unexpectedly summoned to India to assist in a high-profile investigation, she imagines a few interviews, maybe some legal paperwork-certainly nothing that would turn her entire world upside down. But the moment she arrives, it's clear something is wrong. The case isn't just about murder-it's about rituals, symbols no one can explain, and whispers of powers that shouldn't exist. The deeper Amala digs, the more tangled she becomes in a centuries-old mystery that refuses to stay buried. With each clue she uncovers, the danger grows. People around her start disappearing. Shadows seem to move on their own. And the line between reality and myth begins to blur. Someone-or something-is watching her. Waiting. Now, Amala must navigate a web of lies, legends, and deadly secrets, where trusting the wrong person could be fatal... and ignoring the truth could awaken something far worse. ✨ Author's Note (because honesty is sexy): This tale was born in the world of the "Romance Club" game, but darling, I don't just copy-I curate, twist, and pour it through the filter of my own words, moods, and wicked little ideas. The bones may belong to the creators of Romance Club, but the heartbeat, the attitude, and every stolen glance in these pages? That's all me. 💋

Some love stories don't begin with "hi"... They begin with a glance you feel in your chest. - He had just moved to Rangpo. She had always been a part of it - like snow on rooftops or chai in winter. And on one cold morning, beneath a sleepy sky and the sound of her dog's tiny footsteps... he saw her. Not just with his eyes - but in that way people notice sunsets, or the first snowfall of the season. Tara - unpredictable, wild laughter, eyes that could start wars or stop time. Kesar - soft-spoken, winter-sweater boy, the kind of silence that says more than words ever could. She walked into his world without asking. And somehow, without knowing it, he never wanted her to leave. - This isn't your usual love story. It's the kind that lives in between snowfall and eye contact. In bunked classes and long walks home. In that one moment you replay again and again - because something changed and nothing was ever the same. If you've ever wanted someone to look at you like you're their favorite reason to stay... this story is for you. 🕊️💗 Welcome to Rangpo. Where love is slow, silent, and unforgettable. Read "When Tara Meets Kesar" now. Your next favorite love story just began. ❄️🧣

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?