𝐄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ~𝑨 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 •⋆°.☾⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆𐙚 𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 ♡ 𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀 Ruhanika, a quiet introvert with a passion for books and study. She thrives in the world of words, finding solace in the pages of her favorite novels. Shy and reserved, but don't be fooled-when it comes to her loved ones, she's feisty and stands her ground. Vihaan, a fun-loving extrovert who dominates both the social scene and academics. His infectious energy brightens up even the dullest of classrooms. Despite being a backbencher, he always manages to be the top student. Now, what will happen when Ruhanika's quiet world clashes with Vihaan's lively personality, creating an unexpected whirlwind of emotions? Will their rivalry turn into an unexpected romance, filled with surprising twists? Let's delve into their story...!! 𝐀 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐂𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞..!(⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) --------------------------------- ✿𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐗 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐗 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐜𝐨𝐦 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -------------------------------- Give this story a chance I am sure you won't regret it...!! Don't come to a conclusion before at least reading 15 chapters..!! DON'T COPY OR REPOST MY STORY🚫

Some hearts remember what minds forget, A quiet pulse in silhouette. Not by chance, though hard to set, A tie unseen, one won't regret. Some meetings carry weight unseen, A sense of knowing in between. There are ties that time cannot undo, A silent rhythm known to few. Paths may cross or drift apart, Yet something whispers within the heart. Invisible hands guide every chance, A subtle pull, a fleeting glance. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey my loves 💖... the moment is finally here. My journey as an author starts with 'Teri Meri Kahani - The Devoted Hearts. I poured my heart into every page, and I hope it touches yours too and every word is a little piece of me. I invite you to step into a world of love, devotion, and heartbeats shared.

Jahaan ishq bhi ganga ki tarah behne laga...

Short Intro Ramya Chauhan who despite being an upper caste belongs to middle- Class Family or rather poor family, She is a 'Powerful', Fierce and clever girl but has a kind soul, On the other hand there is Vatsal Raj Shandilya who belongs to a Brahmin family and is very Rich, he is son of an Advocate, Vatsal lived his whole life in privileges behind four walls of his house, he is 'Naive, Shy but has a Extraordinary Intelligence. The story shows how Vatsal reacts when he faces the struggle outside his house, When he spend one whole year inside of Ramya's House, When the guy who never even nod against his father takes stand for the whole village, Erasing the differences between 🦢 Privileges And Poors 🦢⚜⚜

"In The Art of Eyes, a realm of silent words whispers secrets. Fascinated by unspoken truths, this collection weaves a tapestry of love, longing, and loss. Through the lens of eyes, beauty, and art, poems unfold, revealing vulnerability, connection, and the true meaning of fascination....."

*"Lahore, before independence- A city burning under British chains, yet dreaming of freedom. Ibadat grew up in the shadow of her father, a rebel-poet whose verses were sharper than swords. His poetry gave courage to the people, but when the British realized his words could spark a revolution, they silenced him forever. Now, with nothing left but his blood-stained diary, Ibadat must rise. In a world that never listens to women, will her voice become the fire her father once lit? Or will her verses be crushed before they can ignite the storm of freedom? A tale of courage, sacrifice, and poetry that defies empires. Because sometimes... words are the greatest weapons."* #Ibadat #HistoricalFiction #Freedom #Rebellion #Poetry #BritishRaj #Lahore #BeforeIndependence #IndianHistory #StrongFemaleLead #Courage #Sacrifice #WordsAsWeapons #Revolution #RomanceAndRebellion #Shayari #Legacy #IndependenceStruggle #WritersVoice #FightForFreedom

"Some stories are written long before we even realize... Some hearts recognize each other before names, before words, before time itself. A chance meeting. A connection that feels like destiny. Laughter, banter, quiet moments, and the invisible threads that bind souls together. In a world full of chaos and choices, will love find its way... or slip silently between them? A tale of friendship, fate, and a love that is gentle, true, and inevitable." #1 spritual - 20-12-25 #1 Barsana - 25-12-25 #1 Vrindavan - 6-01-26 #1 Advocate - 7-01-26 From words to awards - 🏆 Winner South Asian Romance, Aurora Ink Awards ✨ #1 divine - 22-1-26

☘︎ 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑪𝑶𝑴 "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒌 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊-𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔" 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑾𝑨𝑳 , all she ever wanted was a place to call her own. As the eldest daughter of a loud, loving joint family in Dehradun, she's spent her life putting others first-until one day, this girl who was sunrise in human form-glowing with old Bollywood songs, her jhumkas chiming like temple bells, and her chai always had that extra spoon of sugar to match the drama in her day, dares to put herself first and buys a cozy little house in Delhi. Her dream home. A space without constant knocks on the door, unsolicited advice, or shared cupboards. Except-plot twist-it's already been sold. To 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑽 𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑱𝑨 . The overly logical, emotionally constipated NRI from New York, the one who cursed mornings but still showed up-clutching a cup of black coffee with zero sugar as bitter as his overactive mind, noise-cancelling headphones on and wearing sarcasm like cologne, has returned not for a vacation-but for a memory, to buy back the house where he grew up, the house that once belonged to his parents, divorced parents. For him, it's not just property-it's a piece of his childhood. Now what ? Both have legal papers. Both want the house And neither is willing to leave. So what do they do? Exactly what any two stubborn people would do- They stay . Together . Become accidental housemates 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 the Mr.Fraud seller is found. And then? let's just say-𝑩𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊 , 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆- Because sometimes the wrong house can yo

"यह ढाई आखर 'प्रेम'-मेरे लिए इस शब्द का पर्याय केवल रवि नहीं है, रवि के अतिरिक्त वह एक कप चाय भी है, जो अब तक मेरे साथ है।"