[ set in early 2000s ] Where Rasika flees her own wedding, and hides out in a tiny coastal village to teach seven local kids. Just when she thought things couldn't get any stranger, she finds an old notebook left behind by the teacher who was there before her.

*When duty collides with destiny, and protocol meets passion* --- What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? In the treacherous terrain where military precision clashes with medical compassion, Major Mayank Kashyap and Dr. Yamini Singh are about to find out. **She saves lives. He takes them. Both are excellent at their jobs.** Dr. Yamini Singh doesn't believe in following orders, especially when they conflict with her Hippocratic oath. Emergency medicine is her battlefield, and she's never met a protocol she couldn't bend in service of saving lives. Reckless? Perhaps. Effective? Undeniably. Major Mayank Kashyap lives by a different code entirely. Special forces, counter-terrorism, and a mysterious double life that requires him to vanish for thirty days every quarter. His world runs on discipline, hierarchy, and secrets buried so deep that even his closest friends don't know the whole truth. When an earthquake throws them together in the rubble of disaster, their first meeting ends with him physically restraining her and her questioning his authority. Professional courtesy? Not exactly. Mutual respect? Hardly. Yet somehow, beneath the antagonism, something dangerous begins to grow. One drunken confession. One impossible promise. One word written on a palm that changes everything. From earthquake zones to terrorist attacks, from military bases to hospital corridors, from family secrets to battlefields: their story unfolds across a landscape where personal becomes political, where protection becomes persecution, and where the line between salvation and destruction is razor-thin. *Code Name: Ishq* is more than a romance: it's an exploration of what happens when two people perfect at their jobs discover that their most challenging mission might be learning to love each other. It's about the weight of secrets, the cost of duty, and the courage required to choose vulnerability in a world that rewards armor.

Sometimes we're all too drenched in our own problems to realize others are drowning, too.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

There's always been something missing in Stevie's life. She just doesn't know what or who it is. When Stevie's father starts to act suspicious, she takes it upon herself to find out what he's hiding. But when she finally sees what secret he's keeping from her, will she be able to handle it? Will all of the pain be worth it when she finally discovers this missing thing? Can she stand to hold her strength through thick and thin, like the way her father raised her? And who's to say that an adorable teenage boy can't get in the way in all of this? Life is tough when you're sixteen. It's even tougher when you're Stevie Roberts. *please be forewarned that this was the first story i ever posted on this site. needless to say my writing style has changed and improved tremendously since then (at least i think it has). proceed with caution.*

Vikram is a proficient chess player who is fully aware of all the chess moves required to win over his opponent. Trisha finds herself entrapped from the beginning; from the gambit. ▬▬ pulan uni novellas # 1 current wordcount : 11k words © galaxylane 2024

[a desi college romance] Vijay and Nila have only one thing in common - they take the same bus at the same time everyday. What if this mere commonality steers their life into a whirlpool of uninvited feelings, wholesome conversations and unexpected connections, taking them on a ride they don't recall buying tickets for?

in which a young man signs up to be the heir of a criminal empire, believing he has the cold black heart needed to shoulder his sins. but it only takes a certain woman with paint-smeared hands to prove him wrong.

When romance-obsessed Somali Sharma discovers her favorite bookstore has murdered the romance section, she launches an email assault on customer service. Instead of corporate speak, she gets wickedly clever replies from a mysterious wordsmith who thinks love stories are "beautiful lies" and happy endings are "dopamine delusions." What starts as literary warfare becomes epistolary seduction. Each email exchange grows more flirtatious, more vulnerable, more addictive. He's cynically brilliant, she's passionately stubborn. Email by email, two strangers fall in love through carefully crafted words, sharp wit, and vulnerable confessions. He's brooding and brilliant, hiding behind professional distance. She's fierce and romantic, refusing to let cynicism win. Together, they create their own love story, one perfectly timed response at a time. But plot twist: her enigmatic email nemesis has been keeping a secret that could rewrite their entire love story. Sometimes the best romances begin with a complaint and end with a revelation that proves truth is stranger than fiction.

They met on the Trivandrum Mail. They rediscovered love on the Trivandrum Mail. Fourteen years have passed - they have changed. But the Trivandrum Mail hasn't.