AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal. As a professor, he's dedicated to his work, and his no-nonsense attitude masks a softer side. AMRIT TRIPATHI - She is a straightforward but introvert student, embodying simplicity and honesty. While others vie for the attention of their stern professor, Akshat, Amrit remains unnoticed until life takes an unexpected turn. Her future dream is to become an writer and she is starting her PHD. However their fates intervened when Akshat had to marry Amrit for saving her from humiliation. Jump inside to join their journey ✨

"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 , 𝙈𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙃𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞...... ♡ 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙄 ♡ Shashwat Rajvansh - An introvert, calm and ambitious guy studies in class 12th. For him "Rules are meant to be followed". He is a bookworm and topper of his class . He is prince charming of almost all girls of school but never give a glance to them . His dream is to join Indian army and for that he is studying very hard . He has no time for Love. Siya Malhotra - An exovert and chirpy girl studies in class 11th . She is always ready to break the rules and have zero interest in study . She has promised herself to not to fall in love but a sudden encounter with her senior "Shashwat Rajvansh" Changed her perspective about love when she slowly started falling for him who doesn't seem to be interested in her. The more she is getting to know him the more she is falling for him. ************************************************** "For me, Love is devotion." She said, her eyes were drawn to the resplendent Krishna idol. "Then I am devoted to you, Siya, the way you are devoted to your Krishna." He replied looking at her with an intensity akin to how a priest gazes at an idol. *************************************************** Jump inside the story to know more ❤️✨. ______________________________________________ There is no cheating, no toxicity and no love angle. It is just a simple school love story which includes Love, friendship and lots of fun that would probably take you back to your school days. ______________________________________________________

'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

This is a story about 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐘/𝐧, the fearless heiress to her father's empire. Strong, independent, and destined to lead, yet burdened by a love she lost too soon. On the other side stands 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠, the cold yet kind-hearted CEO of Kim Enterprises. Respected by all, but unknowingly carrying a heart that was never meant to be his. And in between them - 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤, Y/n's childhood best friend, her first love, whose heartbeat once matched hers... until a cruel twist of fate tore them apart. But what happens when destiny binds Y/n and Taehyung together in a way no one could have imagined? When the heartbeat she once loved now beats inside the man she's meant to hate? To know how love, grief, and fate collide, 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘... 𝒀/𝒏: "Y-You... you have 𝐡𝐢𝐬 heart... but you will never be him..." her voice trembles. 𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈: "Then why does my heart ache whenever I see you?"

A tender collection of poems on love, loss, and everything in between. Each poem is a gentle whisper from the heart, carrying emotions too deep for words.

Nahi sambhla dil mere sambhale Ise kar daala tere hawale Tu mita de ya chahe bacha le Jaa ishq pe mere chala le apni marziyan ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ It was Katha Desai's first day at her new job. She knew it would be difficult - new faces, new responsibilities, no family name to fall back on. But difficult? No. It was a tragedy. Because fate, in its full cruel glory, had other plans for her. Why? Because she met him. Her childhood frenemy. The boy who once made it his life's mission to get on her nerves, like irritating her was a full-time job. They argued like cats and dogs, drove each other crazy, but when life threw problems their way, neither ever hesitated to help the other. They cared - they just never admitted it. And now... here they were. Under the same roof. In the same office. With the same old rivalry simmering between them. But this time, there was a twist. He wasn't just any colleague. He was her boss. Reyansh Gupta. CEO. The man everyone feared to question. Known for his mood swings, his sharp tongue, and his impossible standards. No secretary lasted more than a month under him - his grumpy face and cold attitude scared them away. But Katha wasn't the type to run. She had handled his drama before - as kids. Now, it was time to handle him again - as his secretary. The only question was... would their old hate finally turn into something else? Could they survive working together... without driving each other insane?

🎀⋆｡𖦹°.🧿⋆❀🍬˖°🍪 It's a love story about two school students Ishani Gupta and Preet Singhania . 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐆𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐀 Ishani Gupta is a straight A student who is really kind ,hardworking and beautiful .Who happens to be Perfect in everything. All the boys in her school are in love with her .But she has no interest in them as she doesn't even care about other boys . 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 Preet is "stunning"," breathtaking " and " carefree" . His beauty is almost otherworldly but her icy stare made it clear that he is not interested in anyone's attention ".Preet never cares much about feelings because of his past. They both have quite opposite personality .Their destiny took turn when suddenly Preet made a 𝐛𝐞𝐭. They were supposed to be enemies. Just rivals. Nothing more. But fate doesn't always follow the rules. Join this story of heartbreak, ambition, and unexpected love-where two opposites find a connection they never saw coming.What will happen when Ishani will start to fell in love with Preet? "I don't believe in love anymore Preet." "Then I'll teach you how to believe again Ishu." 𝐀 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐂𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞..!💕 --------------------------------- 💕𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐗 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐜𝐨𝐦 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 --------------------------------

🎀⋆｡𖦹°.🧿⋆❀˖°🍧 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝐒𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 Siya was built for purpose, her frame curvy and solid, her skin a rich, compelling dusky tone that glowed under the unforgiving Indian sun. Her confidence wasn't practiced; it was an innate spiritual buoyancy. She handled cash, complaints, and compliments with the same easy grace, her eyes sharp and assessing, missing nothing. Her life was an open book, written in bold, optimistic strokes. She was sunshine distilled, a force of nature entirely comfortable in her skin and her place, even as she dreamed of places elsewhere. 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍 Shashwat Chauhan carried his world with him, and it was a heavy one. He was the definition of controlled containment. At sixteen, his lean, muscular frame was not the result of village labor, but of frantic, disciplined gym work-a physical attempt to outrun the demons that clawed at him in the quiet hours. He was strikingly handsome, certainly, but his beauty was sterile, guarded. His jaw was perpetually clenched, his eyes-deep-set and intense-held the muted, faraway look of someone who had seen too much, too soon.

🎀⋆｡𖦹°.🧿⋆❀˖°🍧 The rain had always been an accomplice to their secrets. Ahaan, even at six, possessed an unnerving precision. His neatly combed hair, his crisp school uniform, the way he meticulously arranged his toy soldiers in perfect platoons - it all spoke of an inherent order. His mind, already a nascent calculator, quietly absorbed the world, categorizing, analyzing, seeking logical patterns. Mahi, a year younger, was his antithesis, a riot of untamed energy and effortless grace. Her hair, perpetually escaping its braids, framed a face that was already breathtakingly beautiful, even in its childish contours. She didn't walk; she flitted, a hummingbird caught in a sunbeam. But even then, a nascent wariness flickered in her dark, polished brown eyes. She was stunning, undeniably, but that profound beauty felt less like a gift and more like a magnet for unwanted attention. They were an improbable pair. Ahaan, the quiet observer, the meticulous strategist of childhood games, and Mahi, the vibrant, impulsive force of nature. Yet, they were inseparable. She would pull him into grand, imaginative adventures where he, with his logical mind, would build the structures and rules, while she, with her boundless spirit, would breathe life into them. Then, the rain stopped being an accomplice and became a shroud. Mahi was in the first standard, Ahaan in the second, when an accident ripped the vibrant tapestry of their childhood. The news arrived like a thunderclap - Mahi's mother, gone. The world, which had always seemed so meticulously ordered to Ahaan, suddenly fractured. He saw Mahi's usually bright eyes cloud over, her laughter replaced by a hollow silence.