She belonged to the soil, he belonged to power- love made them belong to each other. ______________________________________ |||• • -~°-~°-~°-~°•||| Arjun-an MLA with a composed exterior and a heart trained to choose duty over desire-arrives in a quiet village carrying official files, unquestioned authority, and a past he never speaks of. For him, this visit is temporary. Another assignment. Another place he will eventually leave behind. Roshni is the sarpanch's daughter, rooted in the soil of her village. She believes in love, in people, in staying when it matters. Her world is warm and familiar-until a stranger with unreadable eyes enters her home... and slowly, her life. When Arjun stays in the sarpanch's house, their paths cross in narrow corridors, shared dinners, and stolen glances that linger longer than they should. Between official meetings and moonlit nights, something begins to grow- slow, forbidden, and dangerous. |||• Because some love stories are written in pain, •||| |||• And some hearts break in silence •||| ___________________________________________ °^°^°^°^°^°^ She was the calm he never asked for, yet always needed. Highly mature content

Ranking: [Top2 in Safe Place] [Top3 in Love Letters] -Date: 30th January 2026 Thank youuu so much to each one of you who had voted for the storyyy 🤧🫶🏻 Make sure you follow us on both-Instagram and Wattpad --------------- On hold till Mid-march Boards hai😭 Nahi kiya toh fail nahi phail honge bhai 😔 --------------- Inspired by the book 'Teri Deewani' Deewani didi ki jai 😎✌🏻 --------------- Khidki dareeche se, Dabbe pav neeche se, Jhoothe samajon mein, Jhoothe riwajon mein, Liye hi jaye koi chance! Shuddh desi-desi romance ♡ --------------- Shuddh Desi Love ♡♥︎♡♥︎ -------------- 🤍 Shaurya Chaudhary-NCC Cadet Shaurya Chaudhary is known for his discipline. He does what is expected, rarely what is desired-*Not like the typical Jaat types* He speaks less, observes more, and keeps his emotions neatly tucked away. To the world, he appears steady and sorted - only he knows how heavy silence can feel. ⸻ 🤍 Tara Sharma-NCC Cadet Tara Sharma is everyone's idea of perfection. Polite, obedient, academically bright - *Sharma ji ki ideal beti.* She smiles easily, agrees often, and rarely causes concern. She has been good for so long that she has forgotten how to be free. ____________________________________ "Mujhe kabhi voh darza hi nahi mila... jo har ghar mein sabhi ladkiyo ko milta hai... mai humesha sirf kaam ke waqt yaad aati hu, varna toh sabke liye mai sirf kadvaahat hi hu..." she spoke, gazing at the sky as the clouds slowly began to adore it. "Tara... Meri life mein tumhare aane se lagta hai jaise meri zindagi mein chaashni jaisi mithas aa gayi hai...Kya tum... k-kya tum...mere liye voh mithas banke mere saath humesha reh sakti ho...?" he asked, looking at her the way one looks at their goddess - the one they pray to.And just then, the clouds poured, as if quietly agreeing that 'Hakk hai tera.' ------------------ A story about choosing someone without knowing how it ends.

♡ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐂𝐨𝐦 His heart skipped a beat as she stepped forward and placed a soft peck on his cheeks, his ears turned deep red. 'Did you like it babygirl?' his heart started racing speedily as she asked, he lowered his gaze and bit his lips due to nervousness. A sly smirk crept on her lips, she held his chin and his lifted his face, her grip gentle yet firm,'Speak sweetheart' she said, her voice soft yet commanding. He, slowly lifted his gaze, his hands fidgeting, 'Ye..Yes..' a faint voice could only escape from his throat, she chuckled looking at him. 'Aww my babygirl is getting shy shy' she teases him making him blush harder, he buried his face in his palms due to shyness. ______________________________________________________________________________________ S-sh-shadi? kiski shadi? Bhindi aur baingan ki.! Hein? Par wo to sabji h na? I'm talking about our marriage Mr. Malhotra ______________________________________________________________________________________ "Love? She's my devotion and I'm devoted to her"- Akshit Malhotra "Lust? I won't even touch him for the rest of my life if he refuses" - Shivika Sah Jab ishq ibadat ban jaye tab man mandir ban jata hai aur pyar amar ho jata hai. A sweet love story of Akshit and Shivika, where love turns into pure devotion. ___________________________________________ ___________________________________________ ★ 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 ★ •𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 •𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐩 •𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 •𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐥 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐲 𝐦𝐥 •𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 •𝐆𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢 𝐱 𝐆𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐚 𝐞𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 •𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 •𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢

At this elite high school, reputations are built early and last names carry weight. On the surface, life runs on discipline, achievements, and perfectly polished routines but underneath, it's competitive, unpredictable, and full of feelings no one quite knows how to handle. Reyaan Singhania and Vihaan Oberoi are two of the most talked-about names on campus. Reyaan, the calm and distant head boy, leads with quiet control, while Vihaan, the sports captain, wins people over with charm and easy confidence. Different in every way, their friendship is built on loyalty, trust, and years of standing side by side . Myra Oberoi and Kiara Singhania shine just as brightly in their own worlds. Myra, the confident vice head girl, knows how to own a room. Kiara, the brilliant topper and cultural club head, seems perfectly put together. They don't naturally fit into each other's lives - and at first , they don't try to. But shared responsibilities, family ties, and everyday school chaos keep bringing them together. What starts as rivalry slowly turns into reluctant understanding ... then something softer, warmer, and harder to ignore. Because sometimes, the person you compete with ends up seeing you the most clearly. This is a story about pressure and expectations - but also laughter in corridors, late realizations, unexpected friendships, and the kind of feelings that make growing up confusing ... and a little magical.

7 stages of love, Mohabbat, Ishq. Matlab 7 Maqam hote hai Mohabbat ke 1.Dilkashi (Attraction)- Jab uski ek jhalak dil ko Choo jaye. 2.Uns(Attachment)- Har baat mein sirf usi ka zikr ho. 3.Mohabbat (love)- Dil uske Bina adhoora line lge. 4.Akidat(Trust)- Har raaz uski amanat bn jaye. 5.Ibadat (Worship)- Use dekhna bhi ek roohani sukoon de jaye. 6. Junoon(Madness)- Hosh bhi uske naam pr qurbaan ho jaye. 7.Maut (Death)- Mohabbat ki aakhri mantilla jisme bs uska naam ho. zada brief ho gya bt meri story m aapko iske kuch maqaam zaroor padhne k liye milenge. Ab story m milenge.

Cupid never had a chance in their messy, parental-restricted love story Karishma Jha, a twenty-one-year-old recent graduate with the world at her feet if only she chose to face it. Plagued with the worries of the future and yet healing from the scars of her past, she was yet to pay any heed to the present. She was the queen of the world of What-ifs What if I never get a job? What if I never do anything worthwhile? What if I am not here tomorrow? What if someone new moves next door? Still struggling to live one day at a time, she is hit with yet another surprise: a new neighbor, Rishabh Mehta. His arrival gives her the opportunity to take a step out of her cocooned world, to do something daring for once in her sheltered life. What if a girl with perpetually cold feet chooses to befriend a boy who lives like there is no tomorrow? When Rishabh Mehta moved to his aunt's place in Bangalore, the last thing he expected was to deal with the girl next door. Shrew, grump, ornery, he knew the many nicknames of her, except her real name. She proved true to her description when, one night, she cuts off the wire of his music system in the middle of a raging party. That was his first impression of hers. He also never expected her unrelenting efforts to befriend him. When he finally gives in, the possibility of tomorrow increases with every shared laughter and stolen glance. Will their love survive self-imposed obstacles, helicopter parents, and the two-foot gap between their balconies? Or, will it remain a fond memory to smile upon when a day gets a bit more difficult than the rest? TRIGGER WARNING: Though this story could be considered a feel-good rom-com from its cover and description, it does address certain heavy topics like illness, suicide attempts, and domestic violence. For further details please don't miss the content warning preceding the story.

He was her first heartbreak... and her last obsession. She is childish. He is mature. She is clumsy. He is calm. She is chaos. He is peace. She is silly dreams. He is steady reality. He's my best friend's brother. He understands me too well... which is embarrassing, because he's also caught me sighting and drooling over him more than once. "Stop staring," he says with that smirk-like it's that easy. She's clumsy, always tripping over something-and making me laugh every time. She talks too much, listens even more, and somehow became my free therapist without even realizing it. "Don't ever change," I tell her, because her chaos feels like peace to me.

"Main galti nahi thi uski zindagi ki... Lekin phir bhi sabse mehngi saza main hi bani." ********************************************************** She didn't plan to fall in love with him. And he... was never allowed to feel anything back. But what do you do when the one person you're not supposed to love... becomes the only one who truly sees you? "Tum meri student ho." "Aur aap... meri adhoori dua." Aleezey was light - young, fragile, and full of dreams no one ever took seriously. Prem was silence - older, emotionally burnt, and chained by guilt he never named. Their story wasn't written in stars. It was carved in shame, stitched in stolen glances, and hidden between classroom walls. Everyone warned her. He warned her. "Main tumhe barbaad kar dunga agar tum paas aayi." "Phir barbaadi hi meri manzil sahi." This isn't a sweet love story. It's a forbidden obsession - one that crosses every line, questions every rule, and dares to exist in a world where it shouldn't. But when love starts feeling like your only truth... Can you really walk away from it? Some feelings aren't meant to be right. But they're impossible to forget. This is their Raaz-e-Ishq - And it will stay with you long after the last page.

"𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞"

They performed her last rites. While she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns - not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies - they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal - but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... or will Akshara destroy the truth first?