When life gives you crushes, drama, and teenage nonsense... Kashish Jhawar returns it with extra tadka and attitude. She's loud, chalant, cricket-paglu, and allergic to feelings. Love? She left that in 7th grade along with her pink pencil box. Now it's only masti, friends, dance, sports, and iconic roasts. Her vibe is simple: "Ladle tu hoga nonchalant, hum toh chatpati CHALANT hai." Enter Dhruv Shah- a tall, tanned, messy-haired sports addict who thinks romance is a scam. A boy who toppers without trying and plays cricket like it's oxygen. According to him, "Pyaar-vyaar se better kuch khelo... time bhi nahi waste hota aur body bhi banti hai." Then there's Radha Mishra- the girl whose self-respect has its own security guards. Eye-roll queen. Crushes ko clothes ki tarah replace karne ki habit. MIpaglu, attitude machine, but secretly the biggest laughter dayan with her friends. And finally, Daiwik Raina- the school's official flirt factory. Tall, tanned, football player, specs, topper, smooth talker, and naturally nonchalant. The kind of boy who says, "Main flirt nahi karta, mera MOOH karta hai." Four teenagers. Zero patience. Full chaos. Friendships, roasts, flirting, masti, ego battles, cricket rivalries, and those confusing "maybe kinda sorta" feelings. In a world of half-truths and full drama, they all have one thing in common: everyone makes "vadde" they never plan to keep. This is a story of masti, mohabbat, heartbreak, tadka, aur thoda sa jhootha vaada. Welcome to Tere Jhoothe Vadde - where promises break, friendships shake, and hearts... somehow still bloom.

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧- 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭. 🎖️ 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐃𝐡𝐮𝐧 - 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦.

~*Tu hi tu hai jo har taraf mere, Toh tujhse pare mai jau kaha ? Mere dil mubarak ho yahi to pyaar hai Ae mere dil mubarak ho yahi toh pyaar hai~* <Aashiqui : his chahat> ................................................... RUDRAKSH SINGHANIA An 18 year old, young, sharp, tall, studious, handsome and cool, sassy ? At times... Not exactly cold but totally introverted, dreams to complete the incomplete dreams of his parents. Lost his happiness....reason ? Dive in the story to know more about him *winks* CHAHAT MITTAL A 17 year old beautiful flower, blooms with happiness, loves attention from her loved ones... A total sunshine...keeps everyone happy...she's chirpy, she's extroverted ? Not all the time Got emotionally mature at an early age... reason ? Read the story *winks* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Please read krlo 😭🥀 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - //Don't worry guys koi toxicity nahi hai...no negative character...you'll fall in love with everyone// || english is not my first language 🙏 ||

DEEP BLUE HEARTS. A HIGH-SCHOOL LOVE STORY. "Dhvani, you can't do this to me!" he yelled. The air between them was thick, tense, heavy, almost dangerous. "Yes, I can!" she shouted back. He grabbed her arm, pulling her closer, their faces only inches apart. She had to look up; he had to bend down to meet her eyes. Her eyes shimmered with tears. His weren't any better. She tried to pull her hand free. "I don't love you, Vedya. Get this in your mind." Her voice was sharp... too sharp. It hurt more than she expected. "I'm not interested in your lies," he bit out. "Tell me the truth." She continued to stare into his eyes, still struggling against his grip. "This is the truth!" she screamed. He pulled her even closer. "You're doing all this because of your father." "No, I'm not!" Her tears spilled over, streaming down her reddened cheeks. "You are my woman. Understood!?" he yelled. She yelled back louder, angrier, breaking. "No, I'm not! You don't own me!" His frustration snapped. He shook her once, his voice booming, "YOU ARE ONLY MINE!" She flinched , not out of fear, but out of heartbreak. . . . 𝑩𝒚 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒂 ★

When Aarohi Sharma is forced to take a month-and-a-half break from college to attend her "perfect" elder sister's wedding, she expects over-the-top décor, dramatic relatives, and endless rituals-not the return of Kabir Singh Rathore, her sister's irritatingly charming best friend and the walking definition of 'too smug for his own good.' From sarcastic jabs during haldi prep to accidental dance partners at the sangeet, Aarohi and Kabir clash at every turn. But as the mandap gets decorated and the guest list grows, so does the tension between them-and not just the angry kind. With nosy cousins, meddling aunts, secret dance rehearsals, and stolen glances, Mandap Mein Mayhem is a laugh-out-loud, slow-burn rollercoaster where love crashes the wedding-and no one sees it coming.

Jhanvi Kashyap, a struggling author and editor at Blue pearl Publications, dies under mysterious circumstances-heartbroken and betrayed. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself reincarnated inside the world of her own novel... as the villainess Saanvi Malhotra. But unlike the original Saanvi, this version remembers everything-including how her obsession with the male lead, Amaan Kapoor, ultimately led to her tragic death. Now she must navigate this rewritten fate, protect herself from all the danger. And stay far away from Amaan. But fate isn't so easily edited-especially when a forgotten side character, Rayan Mehta, suddenly starts becoming more than just background.