🏀 College Courts and Love Notes In the buzzing heart of college life, two families share a lifelong friendship... but their children? That's a whole different story. Aahaan Tiwari and Yohan Gupta are the star basketball players of rival teams - fierce, competitive, and determined to outdo each other on the court. Their sisters, Yashika Tiwari and Anushka Gupta, are no different, locked in their own battle of wits, grades, and college glory. They can't stand each other. They can't avoid each other. And with their families constantly bringing them together, they're forced into the same spaces again and again. But somewhere between late-night projects, heated arguments, and accidental moments of care, sparks begin to fly - the kind neither rivalry nor pride can stop. A story of friendship, rivalry, basketball, and the unpredictable game of love... where the final buzzer might just change everything. ⚠️ Disclaimer: Every single one of them is unapologetically dramatic, endlessly chaotic, and ready to stir up more trouble than you can handle. Proceed at your own risk - the kalesh is real. ⭐Tropes:⭐ • Multicouple • College Romance • Sports Romance • Rivals to lovers • Siblings Rival Romance • Slow burn • Forbidden love [A/N] : This story contains mature content which might trigger some reader so kindly read it on your own risk.

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

#1 Legally InsanE Being the daughter of a prestigious Indian Politician has never been so difficult untill I come across the biggest lie of my entire life. Well aware since birth that my strict father will never let me fall for a Mafia lord's son , I had always maintained my distance from Daksh . Everything was normal for me but world slipped from under my shoes when I discovered he doesn't think the same . Not even that , I'm devastated on learning that the sweet boy becomes a psychopath stalker when I turn my back . He is a Mafia Gangster who has been shamelessly assassinating people to remove them out of my way while pretending to be my saviour. From silently staring at me like I'm his , to secretly fantasizing about me in the dark corners of his brain . He has betrayed me . I wish to never see him again but he has other plans . □■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□ DO NOT COPY!!!!!!!!

Two strangers. One arranged marriage. And a love that arrived slowly... softly... in gestures, in silences, and in moments no one else ever noticed. Shivika Verma has always lived just a little behind the curtain-compared, overlooked, unseen. Prerit Sabbarwal has always carried the weight of being the eldest-responsible, ambitious, expected to never falter. When their families arranged their marriage, neither felt ready. But life has a quiet way of teaching that love isn't loud or dramatic... it's tender, unhurried, and real. They were strangers bound by promise, not choice. Yet in the small, everyday moments-- the shared silence, the hesitant glances, the warmth of eachother... something unspoken began to bloom. Some love stories ignite with sparks. Theirs began with a quiet that pulled them closer... and kept them there. Dedicated: To every girl who craves a guy who will baby her softly- who will listen, hold, cherish... and love her gently, without asking her to be anything more than herself.

𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚𝒂 × 𝑫𝒖𝒂 | 27 × 20 ✧ A Soft Rom-Com with a painful past ✧ "See, husband," she said with a little shake of her head. "This should be the last time I see you drink like this." "If you dare to drink once more-" She gave me a mock-stern look, eyes twinkling as she trailed off, "I'll...kiss you hard." Her lips quirked into a smirk, and I felt my heart skip for a moment, stumbling over itself. Wait...wait, I stammered, barely keeping a grip on the words. Husband? kiss? and What...? I could feel my heart pounding, thundering against my ribs. "Get a grip on yourself, Aditya," I muttered under my breath. But her eyes sparkled as she took in my confusion. "Oh, don't look at me like that, husband," she teased, laughter glinting in her eyes. "You're making me want to kiss you right here and now." ✧ Welcome to an Epic, Unseen Tale of Love ✧ He doesn't remember her. He believes she's nothing more than a hallucination - a mere imagination playing by his mind. But she? She claims him. As if she owns his very soul. As if she's always been his, always will be. Is she a forgotten past, buried deep within the recesses of his mind? A haunting memory that refuses to let him go? Or a lie so convincing it blurs the line between truth and madness? Or is she the only truth he can't escape?

『 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒』 ──★ A highschool tale of tangled hearts ★── "She never wanted the spotlight, but somehow, it always found her." - Reet "He could bend rules, bend people... but little did he know, one girl would bend his entire world." - Ishaan "She carried storms in silence, but he was the calm that made her want to stay." - Meher "He noticed the little things, and in the quietest ways, he made her feel seen." - Manav ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧 ✮ Corridors , scribbled notes, stolen glances, playful fights, and unspoken truths. Where friendship tangles with feelings, and every moment feels like the beginning of a story written in the margins of their notebooks. ✦ ˚ 01 ' 🪐 ☆ "Scribbled Hearts" ☆ - Ellie ✎ @the_wtpd_gurly

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

[Entangled Hearts duet book 1] 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗮 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮, a fifteen-year-old naive girl who always had her nose buried in romance novels, dreaming of a perfect love like in fairytales - but God had other plans for her when she accidentally caught the attention of her cold and quiet senior. 𝗩𝗶𝗷𝗮𝘆 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮, an eighteen-year-old quiet boy, who always had his mind on his studies, ignoring every girl and any distraction. But his focus shifted the moment his junior crossed his path - unknowingly unleashing a monster in him. It all started from an innocent mistake - and turned her into his. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮. ~based on author's love life but not the real story~ ~enjoy~

𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 × 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 | 29 × 21 "WDYM BY YOUU TRIED TO FORCE YOURSELF ON HER...HUH?" "Why such fancy words FUCKER...Sach Sach bathana ki YOU FUCKING TRIED TO RAPE HER" "RAPE YOUR OWN WIFE" "You sick, pathetic bastard," aadi spat. "I never thought you could sink this low. To touch a woman without her consent- that too your own wife-how dare you...huh?" Tears blurred my vision, spilling down my cheeks. My chest heaved with silent cries. "I know... I know..." My voice was barely a whisper, choked and broken. "She's not an object for you to claim. Not something you take when you please. Not something you break just because you can." I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling. I wished he'd keep hitting me. I wished he'd tear me apart, because nothing-nothing-could hurt more than knowing what I had done. "A woman's body is not an invitation. Her silence is not consent. Her fear is not an excuse." I let out a strangled sob, guilt pressing down on me like a crushing weight. "I-I was wrong. I lost control, I-" "Lost control?" His voice was sharp with fury. "You think strength is forcing yourself on someone weaker? Then let me show you what real strength looks like." His fist slammed into my gut, knocking the air from my lungs. I doubled over, gasping, my knees buckling. "A real man protects. A real man respects. A real man knows that a woman is not something you own-she is someone you stand beside." . . . A story of a villain who was ready to destroy himself, instead of the world this time...just to see a fucking smile on his wife's face. A Mafia leader vs A Florist. Forced Marriage He fell First and harder Virgin MMC & FMC and a lot more... Peep into the story to know more...and please don't judge the book based on the first few chapters...Because there is a reason why I potrayed him such way..also be ready to hate him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later.