"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨... 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞!" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫- "𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞... 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞." 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.

Not a love story. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗚𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭... 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻... When love crosses its limits, it turns into junoon. And when that junoon loses control... it destroys everything. 𝗥𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗺 𝗩𝗼𝗵𝗿𝗮... a name that rules the dark world. A man with no heart. No mercy. No limits. For him, people are just games... and emotions are nothing but weakness. And then there's... 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮 𝘈 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. A survivor of a past so cruel... 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚, 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡. Junoon... a victim of a tragedy. Raham... the reason behind countless tragedies. What happens when a man who destroys lives... meets a girl whose life is already destroyed? He doesn't feel pity. 𝙃𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣... 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘥. Raham, a playboy who never stayed... 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙤

"Excuse me!! How dare you to talk to me like this?? Do you know who I am?" He roared at Vanika in loud voice pointing his index finger towards her. "Prime minister ke bete ho tum?? By growing this beard and height, are you thinking that you are training commander? Listen Mr. Whatever, I don't give a damn about your identity. So just leave my way." Vanika said putting his finger down by her index finger. He gave her a death glare and left from there while she smirked . ******************************************************** She was standing in line with other IPS candidates but suddenly gets 440 volt shock when the same man she fought with came to stage throwing sharp glares at Vanika and said - "Good morning Candidates. I am Nirmay Oberoi your training commander. And from now you all will be trained under my guidance in these 11 months." ******************************************************** But both of them did not know that the tale which has started will go "𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈".

In 90s Bhopal, where every gali had a love story and every radio played romantic songs, he remained untouched. An IPS officer known for his calm mind and strict principles, he worked under Commissioner Jagadish Rathore with complete loyalty. Love, for him, was distraction. But Kirti Rathore, bold, spoiled, and used to getting everything she wanted had decided that his attention was the only thing she truly desired.

"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.

He shut every door of hope for her... only to become the last door she could knock on. Kanak Agarwal, an Indian Army Captain, is accused of betraying her country, an accusation that costs the nation its finest officer, Captain Shashwat Rajvansh. Hated and misunderstood since childhood, judged by everyone she ever met, Kanak still chose to rise, and to prove herself. Now, trapped under the weight of humiliation and false accusations, she struggles to keep herself from drowning. Just when she tries to surface, there is a hand that pushes her back into the depths... Vihaan Mittal, a reputed lawyer chosen to fight the case against her. Having recently faced the brutal truth about his own father, Vihaan's faith in human nature has shattered completely. Regretting the mistake of trusting his father once again, he vows never to trust a snake twice. To him, people do not change, they only learn how to hide better. Vihaan feels foolish for ever believing in redemption. And when he watches his brother drown in guilt after losing his best friend, Vihaan decides to deliver justice.

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."

Major Harshwardhan Malhotra does not believe in coincidences, and he certainly does not believe in feelings. In his world, everything is planned, controlled, and executed without hesitation. Then Dr. Tara Vashishth walks into his unit. She laughs too loudly, talks too freely, and refuses to be intimidated by his rank. No one understands why the strictest Major becomes unusually quiet around her. Now the real question isn't whether he'll fall. It's whether he'll ever admit it.

She stood in front of the dressing table, lightly spraying perfume on her pulse points, stealing one last glance at her reflection. The white and pink floral chiffon saree clung to her perfectly, making her look effortlessly beautiful. Behind her, her husband appeared, wrapped in a towel around his waist, trying to catch his reflection in the mirror. But she blocked his view. "How long are you going to stand there staring at yourself? Move," he said, a mix of irritation and amusement in his voice, grabbing her shoulder to nudge her aside. She didn't budge, deliberately lingering, pretending to fuss with her neckpiece, enjoying the slight flare of his temper. His eyes flicked to her bare neck. No mangalsutra. He let out a long sigh and, without a word, picked it up from the dressing table and draped it around her neck from behind. She frowned. "No, this will ruin my outfit," she protested, her voice tinged with mock annoyance. "You're too beautiful to go out without it," he said, brushing a stray lock of hair back from her shoulder. "The world needs to know that you're owned." He reached for the comb, fingers brushing hers as he did. "No one owns me," she snapped, spinning to face him. He smirked, running the comb through his hair with lazy confidence. "I'm your wife, and you're my husband," she said, pointing a finger at him, her eyes blazing. "We're equals. No one owns anyone, understood?" He leaned closer, his voice low and steady. "No. I own you, and you own me." With that, he tossed the cold comb onto the table. Her eyes followed the comb, and she shot him a sharp glare before storming out of the room. He rolled his eyes, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and went back to getting ready. He yearns for love that feels like home - a bond to claim, a heart to protect. She dreams of freedom - to live on her own terms, to be her own strength. When his need for belonging meets her need for freedom, will love give them wings or chains?