"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

••••••• ​"Kanha," she asked, her voice a mix of awe and bewilderment. "Where am I? What is this place, anyway?" "This is my abode, Sakhi," he said, his voice a gentle hum that filled her with a sense of peace. "You are in Goloka." Aaradhya's eyes widened. She had read about Goloka in ancient scriptures, a heavenly realm of eternal bliss and divine love, where Krishna resided in his truest form. "But... how?" she whispered, the word barely a breath. "I was... I was on Earth." ••••••• "Can I get my phone?" she asked, the words a simple, direct request that seemed utterly out of place in the celestial hall. The question was so mundane, so human, so utterly Aaradhya. ••••••• What's gonna happen when a cute, sarcastic, and hopeless romantic Aaradhya finds herself in the middle of her favourite epic Mahabharata..? ••••••• She sat curled in a large armchair, completely lost, on a grand adventure of dwapar yug. " IF ONLY I WAS THERE " She muttered in a low, frustrating tone and closed her eyes while thinking about her 'Kanha' ••••••••••

It was never a question of love. It was a question of silence. Let It Be.

When tragedy steals the only protector she had left, eighteen- year- old Evara becomes both sister and parent to her little stepbrother. Searching for a fresh start-and for a way to feel closer to the parents they lost-they travel to Jaipur, the land of their father's beginnings... and the place where her mother's past first began to unravel. Hidden from the world by a single choice, Evara has always known the truth: the name of the man who fathered her... and why she must never step into his world. One decision made long ago ensured she would remain a secret. Invisible. Untouchable. Unknown. Evara intends to keep it that way. Her mother's choice protected her from a powerful family whose blood runs in her veins-and protect the family she grew away from, who would break if the truth of her existence ever came to light. But what she doesn't know is that the past she's avoiding has been desperately trying to find her. Her biological father and his wife have spent years searching for the woman they wronged-hoping for redemption, forgiveness, and a chance to set things right. And somewhere in the struggle to find normalcy again, destinies collide, family secrets rise, and Evara must choose between the life she's always known... and the one that's been waiting for her.

What My Heart Kept is a poetry collection about unspoken love, silent hurt, soul-friendships, confessions, misunderstandings and the feelings we never say - only keep them in our heart. If you feel deeply but speak less - this book is for you.

Tamnna Yadav the most renowned and respected female businesswoman met her best friend after 12 years with an unexpected clash. She is betrayed by her own family just for greed. Akshay Verma a lawyer by job but a secret underworld mafia by his passion.His name is enough to scare a person to death. Will the destiny help Tamanna this time or she will loose him again like it happened years ago?

"To coffee, chaos, and the fine line between loathing and longing. Without you, this story would still be enemies-only." In the world of fleeting passion and noise one men devoted to her and love so profound it transcends the ordinary devoting soul his soul scaredely devoted to her, through trial of fate,time and unspoken vows and meeting in a timeless tale of unwavering reverence and divine connection that lead to obession to love to devotion till eternity. . . . . She whispered " I Hate You, If You Are the Last Person On The Earth Then Also I Won't Choose You". . . . . He catch her wrist and take her close to hm and hug her tightly " I Heard That , Coco . Anything Else??" He ask Like this is most obvious question in the world . . . . . She punch try to free from his embrace"Are You Crazy.Have You Lost Your Brain I Said I Hate You Not Only Hate I Despise You Till Eternity". . . . . He grasps her more tightly "Feeling Is Mutual But I Am Lost In You Being Yours Then I Hate You Accept Or Not I M Yours Only Yours Till Eternity Or Beyond The Eternity." . . . . . . __Tropes___ -Enemies To Lover -Arrogant Sunshine x Fierce Sunshine -School Lovestory -Competitive Sprit -Forbidden love -Obesseed ML X Possesive FML "To the person who inspired the ultimate enemies-to-lovers arc: Thank you for being insufferable. It was hot." A/N : © 2026 Strawbwrite All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author. Thank you !!!!!!! ©2026 All Rights Reserved

"Tu m'as manqué, ma belle ?" This is a double-couple story, where both pairs stand as main leads and share the spotlight equally. Every emotion finds its place here-hate and love, quarrels and longing, bloodshed and butterflies, chaos and moments so tender they feel almost unreal. Within these pages live conflicts that burn, bonds that heal, and scenes worthy of being remembered long after the chapter ends. Each line carries pieces of a heart that finally chose to let its words flow. And through every storm, every ache, and every fragile moment in between, one promise remains- A happy ending is guaranteed. Characters- TRIANSH MEHRA "I love you enough, my love, to never let you go, and even if I leave, I promise to come back." INAYRA SHERGILL "I never would have believed that hatred could be so beautiful to look at, to smell, to touch, and to hear." REYAAN MALHOTRA "My darling, is this how you imagine your master, touching you, kissing you and driving you crazy every day, while you stare at me during my lessons?" STUTI SHERGILL "When my professor is so hot, why not I mark him as well? And yeah Professor Malhotra, this is exactly how I imagine you each time you catch me staring at you." With Love, Your Author, Nish

💗"𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐤𝐢 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧, 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐉𝐚𝐥𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐲𝐮𝐡 𝐡𝐢 𝐣𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐧𝐚, 𝐚𝐚 𝐚𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐛𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧. 𝐏𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐨! "🥀 Some love stories begin with stolen glances. Theirs began with arguments. Dhvani Maheshwari - soft-eyed, sharp-tongued, dramatic beyond control. Krishiv Ranawat - silent, dangerous, infuriatingly composed. From the very first meeting, sparks didn't fly. They collided. Every conversation turned into a debate. Every glance carried challenge. Every moment together felt like a battlefield where neither was ready to surrender. She thought he was arrogant. He thought she was impossible. And yet... neither could stay away. What begins as rivalry slowly turns into something neither of them planned - something deeper, heavier, more consuming. The fights soften into teasing. The teasing turns into stolen moments. And somewhere between ego and emotion, they fall. Hard. But Krishiv doesn't love halfway. He loves with intensity. With possession. With a quiet claim in his eyes that says you're mine without ever asking permission. His protectiveness borders on dangerous. His jealousy burns slow but fierce. And when he chooses Dhvani, he chooses her completely. Dhvani, with her innocent heart and dramatic soul, never imagined love would feel like this - overwhelming, consuming, beautiful... and terrifying all at once. Because this isn't a gentle romance. This is obsession wrapped in devotion. This is fire disguised as affection. This is love that doesn't fade - it takes over. Ishq Ki Deewangi i

Enemies to Lovers trope elder son x elder daughter calm x chaos savage x savage He fell first and harder Vikram Malhotra 'I hate distractions but she became my favourite distraction.' Shreya Verma 'I never liked someone who tries to match my energy but I love it when it is him.'