"𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐨 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐚 𝐞𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚, 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐡 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐚.." ✨ Some stories aren't about perfect people, they're about imperfect souls who slowly become each other's home...✨ This is a journey of friendships, family, dreams, heartbreaks, healing, and love that blooms in the most unexpected ways. Five couples. One story. Countless emotions. People grinding and finding pieces of themselves by just... Living. ♡ 𝐍𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 × 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐥 ♡ 𝐌𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐢 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯 ♡ 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢 × 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 ♡ 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚 × 𝐀𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐯 ♡ 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 × 𝐃𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡 Every chapter of this story has been written with all my heart. If you're looking for a comfort read that makes you laugh, cry, smile, and fall in love with its characters, I hope you'll give Meri Duniyaa a chance. 💗 𝐀𝐛 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐡 𝐡𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢... 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐡 𝐡𝐢 𝐥𝐨. 😋🎀 ~ Ashhh 💌

𝑫𝒊𝒍𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒂 ♡ 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 ♡ [TALE OF INNOCENCE AND PURITY] - 𝐏𝐄𝐇𝐋𝐈 𝐌𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐀𝐓 Some love stories are dragged across lifetimes by a stubborn destiny. In their previous birth, they were a promise left unfulfilled. Now, the universe has given them a second chance under the same sky-but it comes wrapped in an ancient curse. Meet Meethika Arora. At sixteen, she is a whirlwind of absolute chaos. A proud PCB student who handles life with a carefree, "dekhi jayegi" attitude. She has no idea what to do with her career; she just wants fun, Bollywood drama, and laughter. "Mohabbat aur deewangi soch samajh ke nahi ki jaati... bas ho jaati hai." - Meethika 💓🪷 Here Rishabh Raghuvanshi. At seventeen, the school House Captain and PCM topper is the definition of discipline. His only dream is to wear the olive green army uniform like his dad and earn those shining stars on his shoulders. Love was a chapter he never intended to read. Until they collided in the crowded school corridor. Books crashed, the world tilted, and their eyes locked. In that fraction of a second, amidst the chaos of ringing school bells, Meethika lost her heart completely. She fell for the boy who was as silent as a storm. The disciplined soldier who only dreams of stars. The chaotic backbencher who only wants him. They have crossed lifetimes to find each other in a school hallway-but will the ancient curse let their Pehli Mohabbat survive this time? "Pehli mohabbat voh nahi jo pehli baar ho... pehli mohabbat voh hai jo phir kabhi kisi se na ho." -Rishabh🦚 They have crossed lifetimes to find each other in a school hallway. But as old memories begin to bleed into their present, will they be able to break the ancient curse.

⋆𐔌𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ~ 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤.ᐟ ₊ ꒱ For those who love, ❝she wanted to be someone's khawaish and not someone's need... unknown of the fact she was his everything❞ Kind of trope. ★ ────── · · ⋆.𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪 -A simple middle-class girl, with a heart as pure as chasni and a tongue sharp as a scissor. She believed she had failed in everything she ever tried-whether it was friendship, being the perfect student, the ideal daughter, or winning the love of her crush. At just an 11th grader, she was already earning for her family by teaching younger kids. Balancing studies, responsibilities, and her own silent battles wasn't easy, yet she kept fighting. She was a - "Chahun mai ya na" girl. 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ───── 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝓞𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓲 ˙⋆. -Everyone saw him as nothing more than a rich, spoiled kid. But beneath those expensive jackets and that mask of a teasing smile, he carried scars he believed would never heal. What he craved wasn't wealth or admiration, but something far simpler - attention and love, feelings he had never truly known. He didn't long to be loved; he longed to feel loved. He was a - "tu jane na" boy. ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ‧₊˚✧ She didn't buy her important biology notes cause she wanted to gift him something he can treasure forever on their last day. Unknown of how he didn't sleep for two months so that he can write all the notes for her, knowing how she never took things bought from someone else's money. "tumhe to sitare pasand nahi the..." she said teasingly, while sitting beside him. "tumse nahi mila tha kabhi" He replied staring in her eyes, hoping to see her smile she did.

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

"𝑻𝒖𝒋𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓" __________________________________________________________________ "ek army officers se pyaar karne mein daar nahi lagta"he said, looking at her,with a smile waiting for her to answer him "payr main daar ki koi jagah nahi hoti,woh haar daar se ubhar deti hai" she said, looking into his honey eyes. ★★★★ "Toh, you like me?" he asked, bending down to her level, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Her eyes, heavy with sleep and the haze of too many drinks, tried to focus on his face. Everything around her was a blur - except him. "Hai!!! Like kya hota hai, I pyaar you, vaibhav" she mumbled, her voice soft and slurred. ★★★ Anirudh was an army officer through and through. Serving the nation wasn't just his duty - it was his only purpose. He lived by rules, followed time like a shadow, and believed in action more than words. Discipline was in his blood, Smart, calculated, and always two steps ahead ,Feelings? They had no place in his world. His heart beat for the uniform, and nothing else. Titli Khurana-true to her name-was like a butterfly, wild and free. A soul not meant to be caged, yet when she chose someone, her love would be deep, loyal, and endless. Since childhood, she had only one dream: to marry a man in uniform. And fate, in its quiet magic, made it even sweeter-the boy she had secretly loved for years had grown up to wear that very uniform. Vaibhav Khurana had always believed that love was an art-and he was never good at art. So, he stayed away from it,. But then came RIRIKA-the girl with almond-shaped eyes and a laugh that could light up silence. She didn't just walk into his life; she quietly slipped into the cracks he thought were sealed Still, he reminded himself not to feel. She wasn't just his sister's best friend-she was the younger sister of his best friend too. And tha