❝ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴡʜᴇɴ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴʀᴇǫᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ? ❞ Some loved in silence. Some loved too late. Some almost gave up. And some never stopped waiting. Four couples. Three families. One unforgettable journey. A story of laughter, tears, lifelong friendships, found family, dreams, heartbreak, healing and discovering that the greatest love stories aren't perfect-they're the ones that survive. Created and Started: 13th July 2024 Ended:

• 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 • 𝚛𝚘𝚖-𝚌𝚘𝚖 • 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 • 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚜 • 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 • 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 • 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙮 follows a group of teenagers navigating friendships, first crushes, academic rivalries, stupid arguments, unexpected feelings, and the memories you don't realise you'll miss until they're gone. hridini sharma is sunshine, chaos, and absolutely no shortage of opinions. hrivan vaghela is the head boy, football captain, topper, and unfortunately, her academic rival. while hrivan and hridini figure out what exactly they're feeling, they're not the only ones falling. different stories, different people, different kinds of love. but one school, one unforgettable year, and a thousand little moments that deserve to be remembered. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.

BOOK 1 OF COLLISION SERIES *(CAN BE STAND ALONE)* Power. Promises. Perfidy. Power is meant to be taken. Promises are meant to be broken. Perfidy is meant to hurt. A dirty world built on fake promises, betrayal, and the grief of broken trust - the very world he belongs to. Growing up in an atmosphere where everything came easily gave birth to a dangerous belief inside him: that everything he desires already belongs to him. Aarish Ahuja - the man who hides behind calm expressions and practiced smiles, using charm as a weapon while concealing intentions far darker beneath the surface. Anyone could fall into the trap of his charisma, but those who truly know him choose to stay away. Holding one of the highest positions in the government of Uttar Pradesh, his presence alone is enough to make people tremble. No one dares to meet his eyes. No one dares to question him. Until her. The girl who glares back at him without fear. The girl who dares to point fingers at the man the entire world bows before. She knows exactly what she is doing - until fate forces her into a marriage with the very man she vowed to hate. Not just him, but the corrupt system he represents. Her rage toward the government has always been obvious, but somehow, every ounce of that hatred finds its way back to the man sitting on the throne - him. A girl who blooms like flowers in spring and silently prays for every ambulance that passes by. Hatred barely exists inside her heart, and when it does, it is never truly for the person - it is for the ugliness of their mindset. Her soft, delicate heart was never meant to fight against the government. Yet she continues to do everything she is warned not to do. But what happens when hatred slowly begins to feel like love? What happens when two people standing on opposite sides of power start falling for each other? Will it be politics... or love? Because where love ends, politics begins. SIYASAT~

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ💌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ❝ किसी दिलवाली ने... किसी मतवाली ने... ❞ ❀༉‧₊˚. हमें ख़त लिखा है कि हमसे पूछा है... ☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𖹭 के घर कब आओगे... ✧˖° लिखो कब आओगे... 𓂃♡𓂃 ⋆༺𓆩☾𓆪༻⋆ "𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭." He says it like a rule almost like a prayer like something carved into bone. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ And she nods... even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" ❀༉‧₊˚. This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched and Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ The Nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. ☾𖤓 They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. 𓂃𓂂𓏸♡ He belongs to the nation and She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires love begins to bloom... not loudly, not rebelliously but devotionally. ❦ This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight... but kneel into it, day by day like prayer. 𓇢𓆸 ୨♡୧ Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, ❝ Stay. ❞ even when they know he will leave at dawn. ✧༺♥༻∞ Because here desire burns. But duty wins. 𓂃☾𓂃 And yet... love does not lose. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 It transforms. It waits and It worships. 𓆩

#ʙᴏᴏᴋ-1 ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛy ᴀᴀʀɪᴢ ᴋʜᴀɴ x ꜱᴀɪʀᴀ ᴋʜᴀɴ ~ The moment they reached the Khan Mansion, Aariz didn't even bother to hit the brakes properly. He drove the car straight into the garden, the tires ripping through the green, people scattering and screaming in horror as the car hurtled straight toward the wedding aisle like a raging bull. Inside, Qazi Sahib had been waiting patiently for over thirty minutes. Saira hadn't uttered a single word, her lips sealed, her eyes on the door, silently praying for someone who never came... Until now. The sound of the engine roared into the wedding hall, and she saw him-her Aariz. A slow, stunned smile tugged at her lips. Everyone stood up. The wedding came to a halt. Aariz slammed the car door open and walked out with thunder in his steps. His black shirt's top three buttons open, hair disheveled-eyes glowing like hellfire. In his right hand, a gun, straight and deadly, pointed at Rehan. "STOP THIS WEDDING..." he growled, his voice deeper than death itself, "...or I will turn this hall into blood bath" A gasp erupted across the crowd. Without another second wasted, Aariz pressed the trigger. The bullet tore through the air. But at the last second, Ayaaz pushed his arm upward and the shot went flying into the air. People screamed and ducked. Chaos. "Aariz! Control, dammit!" Ayaaz shouted, voice shaking. Aariz's face snapped toward him, madness swimming in his bloodshot eyes. "How do you expect me to CONTROL MYSELF when this ba**ard dares to marry MY WIFE?!" Saira's eyes widened. My wife? But... hadn't he signed the papers?

• Book «2» in Enchanted series ◇ "How will I know that you're going to kiss me?" she asked, annoyed. "Hmm... let me think." He walked back and forth, then stopped in front of her. "I will..." He leaned closer. "Kiss your forehead first. That will be the sign of forever. Then I'll claim your lips." Saying this, he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 , 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?"𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢. "𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮,"𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐭,𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭. "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝,"𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝,𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, "𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 " 𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞'𝐬 ."𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝'𝐬 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 ×𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢♡ •𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 •𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲×𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 •𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 . 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 × 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢 ♡ •𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 •𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲. •𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐝 𝐲𝐡𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚.. 𝐏𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐡 × 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚 ♡ •𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 •𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥×𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 •𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 love.

They called it an accident. She called it murder. The night her family died, she buried not only the people she loved but also every dream she ever had. From that day forward, she vowed never to marry and to dedicate her life to exposing the truth hidden beneath the ashes of that devastating night. Then came the man she hated. Cold. Ruthless. Arrogant. The last person she would ever choose... yet the only one she was forced to marry. As buried secrets begin to surface, enemies become allies, trust becomes a weapon, and love becomes the most dangerous lie of all. With every step closer to the truth, she realizes her family's death was only the beginning. Some accidents are carefully planned. Some marriages are carefully arranged. And some truths are written in crimson. ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains depictions of murder, violence, blood, and themes of loss that some readers may find disturbing. An enemies-to-lovers romance filled with mystery, revenge, family secrets, and a forced marriage.

𝒀𝒆 𝒋𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒌𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒌𝒐, 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒉𝒂 𝑰𝒔𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒖 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒌𝒐 𝑻𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒍, 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒓 𝒏𝒂 𝒋𝒖𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝑰𝒔𝒔𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒌𝒐~★ || 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 || 🪖🎖 🎗𝐄𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚🎗 To the world, she was just another student. To him, she was a shadow-the girl who watched him from across the classroom but never found the courage to speak. She convinced herself that her feelings were a one-way street, a secret she would carry until the day she graduated and walked away forever. Years later, the shy schoolgirl is gone. In her place stands a woman of steel: Lieutenant. She survived the grueling drills of the NDA to prove she was more than her past. She thought she had finally outrun the ghost of her first love. But the army has a funny way of bringing you face-to-face with your greatest weakness. ​As she reports for duty at a restricted elite camp, she finds herself saluting the one man she never wanted to see again. He isn't just a soldier anymore; he is the Commanding Senior, the man who holds her career-and her heart-in his hands. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒏. ★★★ Dive into the story. thank you 🧸🌷