Welcome to Oakwood-where IQ is optional, but entertainment is guaranteed. 🤍 Home to future CEOs, billionaires' heirs... and the most brainless group of students you'll ever meet. They can close million-dollar deals, but can't handle their own feelings. They'll ace presentations, lose arguments they started, create unnecessary drama, fall in love with the worst possible person, and somehow turn every normal day into complete chaos. Multiple couples. Endless madness. Zero common sense. ✦ 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 ✦ - Multi-Couple Romance - College Romance - Slow Burn - Friends to Lovers - Enemies to Lovers - Opposites Attract - Grumpy × Sunshine - Topper × Backbencher - Playboy × Playgirl - Family Friends to Lovers - Found Family - Chaotic Friend Group - Rich Kids Problems - Banter & Humor - Family Drama P.S. The university is prestigious. The students? Not so much. 🤍

#𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 They said grief changes people. But I remember when I looked at him, he didn't look broken. He looked awakened. Like a man who had finally found a reason to breathe again. Unfortunately, that reason was me. There's nothing loud about him. Forget raising his voice he barely speaks unless he has to. He just watches quietly, like a wolf waiting for its prey to stop running. When a man like him decides you're his, he doesn't need to say a word. He didn't have to touch me to make me feel trapped. He just had to look. And maybe that's what chains really are...not metal or rope, but the slow suffocation of being seen, claimed, and never asked if you wanted to be free. If the girl I was four years ago had seen who I am today, she would have laughed at herself, completely unaware that one day she would herself say that: Arhaan Mirza is my fate, my curse, my damnation and the chains of desire my soul refuses to break free from. ~ Arhaan X Eyana

Siya a girl who never got a family's affection, love or attention. Rathore's a family with wealth, power and royalty. A picture-perfect family from the outside but inside the walls a completely different story. What will happen to Siya? Will Rathore family find their happiness? Or will everything change? Un...uncle pl... please save m...me, please thy...they will take me, they will take me. and she fainted right in my arms she is so small so beautiful, just like a pari , but from whom is she running from?? By seeing his aura his men thought " Aaj koi to marne wala he ". Dare you touch her again!!! (who said that?) Butterfly did you catch a cold?? Cupcake don't eat too many sweets. Common twinny no one will know just this movie. Now what will happen to Siya or ...

𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧... 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? A 17-year-old girl who had everything except the one thing she longed for most-love. She had a mother, but never knew a mother's warmth. She had a home, but never felt she belonged. Only her grandmother stood beside her, becoming her entire world. She never knew who her father was... Until one accident changed everything. One blood donation. One medical report. One truth hidden for seventeen years. Overnight, Aadhya's life changed forever. She found herself standing before a family connected to her by blood... yet completely unknown to her. A father who never abandoned her- Because he never knew she existed. A new home. A new family. A new life she never asked for. And then... A new school. Where she met Avyaan Oberoi. Cold. Arrogant. Untouchable. A boy who buried every emotion beneath years of pain. She believed in kindness. He believed kindness only led to heartbreak. She was the quiet light. He was the raging storm. Every meeting became an argument. Every glance became a challenge. Yet, somewhere between misunderstandings, silent tears, and unexpected moments... Two broken hearts slowly began healing each other. But some secrets never stay buried. And some truths don't reunite families... They destroy them. When the past finally returns... Love will be tested. Trust will shatter. And relationships will change forever. Will Aadhya finally find the family she always dreamed of? Will Rajveer accept the daughter he never knew existed? Or will the truth that brought them together become the reason they lose each other forever? Sometimes, the family you're born into is fate... but the family you choose becomes your greatest strength. 🤍

Vidyut, a lawyer by day and a sniper at night. Nobody knows, nobody suspects. Abandoned at the age of thirteen, thrown alive in front of unleashed monsters at such a fragile age, he became what some prefer to call the right hand of Satan. He never hesitates to kill-because no one can do it better than him. Vanya, a widow from a small town where people generally don't let their girls have much freedom. Afraid that they might grow wings or become another cause of divorce, their beliefs state that too much education in women brings ruin. She left the cage, broke free, and fled to Mumbai-the city of dreams. There, she became a primary school teacher in a government school. Now, the woman who was silenced by society has caught the attention of the thunder named Vidyut, who happened to see her at the school during an investigation related to a girl's mysterious death - the death of a teenage girl who meant no harm to anybody. Vidyut was given this case to handle, not knowing it was far from ordinary. Not a simple murder, but the key to unlocking a massive racket operating right under everyone's nose - inside the city of dreams, inside India, under everyone's watch. Now the question remains: will Vidyut solve this mystery, or will he become another victim of it... a mysterious victim?

She was 𝟏𝟗. He was 𝟐𝟑. Two strangers, bound by a sacred 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂-not by 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, but by a 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 forged generations before they were born. No whispered confessions. No stolen kisses. Not even a single conversation. Only fleeting glances, silent nods... and 𝟓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 of unbearable silence. Now she's 𝟐𝟒. He's 𝟐𝟖. No longer children bound by fate, but two souls consumed by 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕, and emotions too dangerous to name. Every glance lingers. Every touch burns. Every silence hides a 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 buried beneath generations of loyalty, blood, and sacrifice. Some love stories begin with a kiss. Theirs began with a promise... and destiny is finally ready to collect its price.

They have been married for 8 years. 8 years ago, he promised her a life filled with every luxury, swearing that one day he would give her the world despite being poor. And he did. 8 years later, he fulfilled every promise. A beautiful house, expensive gifts, comfort, status, he gave her everything she could possibly ask for. Everything except himself. Somewhere along the way, while chasing success and building a perfect life for her, he forgot that he was the one she needed the most. What exactly happened that everything changed between them? For details, get into the story to find out. **** Top #3 in India on 3/06/26, 04/06/26 and 05/07/26 Top #6 in India on 07/06/26 Top #2 in India on 06/07/26 Top #4 in India on 07/09/26

To the lovers who think they are not meant to be loved. Yes, you do. A million times yes. 𑣲⋆ | Eyana x Eshan.

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙆𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙈𝙤𝙝𝙚.... 𝘼𝙚𝙨𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙃𝙤𝙜𝙮𝙞... ♡𝙈𝘼𝙄 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙒𝘼𝘼𝙍𝙄♡ ******************** Those eyes. Dark, intense, and impossibly deep, fixed on me in a way that made my breath catch. There was no anger in them, no mockery, just a strange calm that pulled me in without warning. I couldn't explain why my heart started pounding so loudly or why looking away felt impossible. In that moment, it felt like the world had shifted slightly off its axis, leaving me shaken in a way I wasn't ready to understand. ~ Anvi Malhotra✨ ________________________________________________ This peacock feather... it reminds me of Krishna and Radha, the kind of love that people don't just feel, but worship. A love so pure that it became divine. I know nothing in this world can ever match what they shared. Maybe no human love ever can. But what I feel is honest, and it comes from the deepest part of my heart. It may not be perfect, but it is real. So, with your permission, can you please make me yours? Can you please do me the honour of calling me yours?" ~ Avighna Rawal🦚 ________________________________________________ Dive into the story to know more ❤️✨. No cheating. No toxicity. No love triangles. Just a simple school love story filled with love, friendship, laughter, and moments that might bring back memories of your school days. 29/4/26 - [No. 1 on top 10 indian stories] 2/7/26 - [No. 7 on top 10 indian stories] ________________________________________________ © 2025 by PranishaXwriters. All rights reserved.

"Driver bhaiya, andar aa jaiye. Yahan bahut machhar hain." Aradhya Mehra lives entirely on her own terms. A lively, deeply emotional final year psychology student in Delhi, her biggest daily struggle is avoiding her ex-Army father's strict discipline and her mother's constant lectures. Until her father's long-lost military friend drops by with a wedding invitation and a very sleek black car parked outside. When Aradhya spots a jaw-droppingly handsome man standing by the car, she naturally assumes he's the family driver. Armed with nothing but accidental confidence and zero filter, she invites him inside to escape the Delhi mosquitoes. The problem? He is definitely not the driver. And his intense, brooding gaze says Aradhya just made the biggest mistake of her life. Who exactly is the man in the white shirt, and what happens when the "driver bhaiya" turns out to be the one calling the shots? *Disclaimer* I am incredibly excited (and a little nervous!) to finally share this piece of my heart with you. This is my absolute first time publishing a story on Wattpad, and I've poured so much love, late night thoughts, and soul into creating these characters and their journey.I truly hope you fall deeply in love with their world, laugh at their banter, and feel every bit of the emotional rollercoaster ahead. Thank you for taking a chance on a new author your support means everything to me!🤍 ⚠️The Boring (but Important) Stuff : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and drama are products of my imagination. All rights are reserved. Please respect the effort that went into this and do not copy, translate, or repost my work anywhere.