✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

"Her eyes." He replied when the interviewer asked, "What's your favorite thing to watch when you're not doing anything?" "Apna sab kuchh chhor aaya tha, par mera sab kuchh yahin mil gaya." He said, admiring her with devotion. ♡ 𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗩𝗜𝗞 𝗞𝗛𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗔 A global superstar famous for his golden voice. Kind, handsome, funny, and known for giving the best concerts. To the world, he was sunshine in human form. But behind the fame was a man who had stopped believing in himself long ago, carrying the weight of his past and struggling with depression. When a false scandal destroyed the image he had spent years building, Rishvik ran away from the world, disappearing to hurt himself, only to end up as a teacher in a small village school. "I only sing love, I don't do love." ♡ 𝗩𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗥 A pahadi girl and a gold medalist in English Literature who left Mumbai after graduation, never telling anyone the reason why. After losing her parents at a young age, she stopped letting herself get attached to people. She runs a bookstore café in Shimla, teaches at her grandparents' school, and secretly writes love stories on Wattpad. She believes in love enough to write about it, but not enough to expect it for herself. And she absolutely hated the new teacher, not knowing who he really was. "Will I ever find the kind of love I write about?" ♡ The kind of love you see in old Bollywood movies. (Ramaiya Vastavaiya, Jab We Met coded <3) If Maula Mere Maula song was a book, it's be Healing The Star. Possible sad ending? Maybe. (NO SMUT)

"Tara Mehra is an innocent girl whose life has been filled by secrets. She has only one passion in her life - dance." . . . . "Vikram Dev Singhania is a very cold-hearted man - the man of the Dark Regency. A man who loves his solitude, for even the slightest touch of another awakens the monster within him." . . . . . "What storm will rise when destiny shackles their souls together?" Started on : 23/11/25

⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ 𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 ✍ 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅'𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒕𝒉 - 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ She was never anyone's first choice. Never the one they longed for, never the name whispered in love, never the heart someone ached for. She was just 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞- a replacement, a temporary fix for someone else's absence. When things went wrong, when mistakes needed a scapegoat, the blame always found its way to her. It didn't matter if she deserved it. It never did. And then, 𝐡𝐞 happened. He didn't see her as a substitute. He didn't compare her to ghosts of the past. He loved her- 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 her- like she was the only one who had ever mattered. He hel

They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her. She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces. She has no one except him. He has someone other than her. She was tolerating bad behavior of his family for him. He never takes a single stand for her in front of his family. She was preparing for their marriage. He was making out with someone. She was engaged with him. He broke the engagement to marry someone. She settled by his family with his brother. He didn't even care to ask her how she feels. She is MISHTI KAPOOR He is RAJ PATEL Both are going to be married on the same day. But he realized that he can't live without her. She was also ready to run, unaware that her to-be husband is now obsessed with her, never going to let this happen. Her to-be husband is 'ANSH PATEL' or its 'ADAIR RAISINGHANIA.'

"Bh...ai.." Avni whispered in a barely audible voice as Ekansh was holding her in his arms. His hands trembled as he saw her drowned in the pool of her own blood. "Avni, you will be okay bachha. Please don't close your eyes . Please beta , I know you are strong" Ekansh said to her gently as he put pressure on her wound to stop bleeding. Listening to him Avni gave him a faint smile as she whispered "d.. don't....wo..r...ry..bh..ai. I....i..... won't.....le..ave...you...all...th...this...soon. i ..s...still.....ha....have...to.....da...nce......in..... you....r..... wedding". She took a deep breath as she said this. Ekansh chuckled in tears listening to her" i know princess, won't let anything happen to you i promise" he said and kissed her forehead. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "B...bhai" as soon as these words left her mouth Ekansh's head snap towards her. His eyes were red with anger as he glanced at her." i am sorry bhai " her trembling voice reached his ears and his eyes softened a bit but then again turned into anger " SHUT UP! My daughter could have died because you. Do you realise that". He ran his hands over his face to calm down his anger and turned his face away from her and said " just don't, don't show me your face Avni". His words felt like daggers to her heart as a sob escaped her lips. She quickly wiped her tears and ran inside her room. ___________________________________________________ Let's dive into the story to know about the lives of the RATHORES.

𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 - 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 ❝People say a happy childhood can cure one's lifetime but an unhappy childhood can take a whole lifetime to cure.❞ In a world where happiness is elusive and doubts cloud every decision, ANIKA KASHYAP believes life is like a Bollywood movie. 𝘒𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘢? 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘢𝘺𝘪 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘛𝘰𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘢! 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘯𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘪. (What happened? Didn't like the ending? Then change it! It's your own story after all) Overwhelmed by career choices and self-doubt, her life has been a series of bright days overshadowed by darker moments. Until her brother's best friend enters her life and becomes a beacon of tranquillity amidst her life's chaos. ADVIK MALHOTRA is a 22-year-old bachelor who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. Calm, composed, and shy that's how people describe him. You never know what's going on in his stupid brain or what he's going to do next but one thing's for sure, his bike is always included! What happens when a teenage girl who is confused by her life choices meets someone who's confused with life? Anika's brother entrusts his best friend to watch over his little sister during his absence. And Anika finds herself drawn to Advik in ways she doesn't quite understand. But sometimes we fall in love at a young age, not having a clue of what it is, only to realize too late that innocence can't withstand the harsh realities of life [ English translations available! ] ────────────────── ⊹ t r o p e s - brother's best friend - age gap - biker bf - sunshine × sunshine protector - desi romance ╰┈➤ A fluff romance by @reisshelf on Wattpad started : 01012024

"I-I... I was just... tr-trying to say th-that I-" "Breathe, Kabir," she whispered, not rushing him. "I'm listening." He paused, blinking. No one had ever waited. From childhood, every sentence he spoke came with a pause, a repeat, a stutter. A stumble. And society? Oh, they didn't let him forget it. Teachers cut him off, kids mimicked him cruelly, and even relatives would sigh, "Why can't he just talk properly?" He started talking less. Until Tishya. She didn't mock. She didn't complete his sentences. She let him stumble. And to her, that was part of his shine. Stumble and Shine is the journey of Kabir-a boy who never believed his voice mattered-and Tishya, the girl who proved it always did. It's about love, acceptance, healing, and how sometimes the most beautiful things are spoken imperfectly.

Some stories begin with fireworks. Theirs began with silence. She was music-loud, fearless, alive. He was restraint-watchful, reserved, unreadable. Best friends long before they understood what they were becoming. She loved him quietly. He fell without permission. Too close to name it. Too afraid to claim it. Then came one lie. One accusation. One silence that chose destruction over truth. Her life didn't bend-it shattered. His didn't break-it calcified into cold. Ten years later, fate places them in the same room again. He is no longer the boy she knew- he is power, control, authority. And she is no longer the girl he remembers- she is quiet, detached, carrying a past that refuses to stay buried. The love between them doesn't return gently. It returns hungry-unfinished, unforgiven. Because this is not a story about falling in love. It is about what happens when love is silenced- and what it becomes when it comes back dangerous. Some loves don't fade. They mutate. And some reunions are not meant to heal- they are meant to burn.

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Love is blind, so does guilt. Devotion is a virtue, but in the wrong eyes, it turns into blindness. Love is not always gentle-it can be cruel, consuming, and relentless. When fate binds two souls in an unholy vow, the line between worship and possession fades. And in the end, devotion is either a blessing or a curse.