Pyar jahan mein hota nahi Toh phir bolo kya hota Pyar jahan mein hota nahi Toh phir bolo kya hota Duniya mein dil koyi Kabhi na dhadka hota Dhadka hai dil a yar mil Yeh pyar ka ijhar hai Kaho na pyar hai Kaho na pyar hai Kaho na pyar hai Kaho na pyar hai _______________________ Aadya Mehra - He was her childhood friend. But as time passed, she realized that maybe he was not just a friend , maybe he was something more. He had been the only one she truly had in her childhood, yet fate had other plans. She had to say goodbye to the one she never wanted to leave, because of his father's transfer. He moved to another city, and they didn't speak for years. But after years , his family returned to the same city. But he was no longer the same childhood boy. He had grown mature, calm, and disciplined, Someone who lived by logic and discipline leaving little room for nonsense Shivansh Malhotra - To him, she was just a blurred memory. He remembered nothing of the girl he once played with, laughed with, or got close to. Years later, when he returned to the place where he had once been, she stood before him , chaotic, talkative, and, in his eyes, nothing less than a misbehaving nuisance , that's what he said to himself . Yet, every time she came near him, every time their fingers brushed, every time she said his name, a strange flutter stirred in his heart. ___________________________________________________ ______________________________________________

At this elite high school, reputations are built early and last names carry weight. On the surface, life runs on discipline, achievements, and perfectly polished routines but underneath, it's competitive, unpredictable, and full of feelings no one quite knows how to handle. Reyaan Singhania and Vihaan Oberoi are two of the most talked-about names on campus. Reyaan, the calm and distant head boy, leads with quiet control, while Vihaan, the sports captain, wins people over with charm and easy confidence. Different in every way, their friendship is built on loyalty, trust, and years of standing side by side . Myra Oberoi and Kiara Singhania shine just as brightly in their own worlds. Myra, the confident vice head girl, knows how to own a room. Kiara, the brilliant topper and cultural club head, seems perfectly put together. They don't naturally fit into each other's lives - and at first , they don't try to. But shared responsibilities, family ties, and everyday school chaos keep bringing them together. What starts as rivalry slowly turns into reluctant understanding ... then something softer, warmer, and harder to ignore. Because sometimes, the person you compete with ends up seeing you the most clearly. This is a story about pressure and expectations - but also laughter in corridors, late realizations, unexpected friendships, and the kind of feelings that make growing up confusing ... and a little magical.

"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".

Baithe baithe mai ye sochu tu sang betha ho to milke baate hongi do do... ************************************************** Hey! Cuties!! 💓this is my first book I start writing i love to read so I think why should I always read can I also write? This question circling my mind when I finally made this decision to write a book I use my imagination to write this book i always overthink.so I write my overthinking into this book. And I got my inspiration from some authors like deewanixwriters ,anawrts so you can trust my book.💞 ************************************************** [I know you all think ki enemies to lovers book me asa kyu hai but is story ko me ase likhungi ki enemiestolovers apko pyaar or mohobbat ka ahsas karygi💓 I will try my best ] Happy readers 💖

Rashi Batra is a middle-class medical student trying to survive a world that demands perfection but offers no mercy. Between endless lectures, sleepless nights, and silent pressures, she believes discipline and distance will protect her. She's wrong. Yuvraj Batra is her senior-brilliant, feared, and untouchable. In the corridors of the medical college, his name carries weight, authority, and unspoken warnings. He doesn't chase. He observes. He controls. And when his attention falls on Rashi, it is neither accidental nor harmless. What begins as a subtle tension slowly turns into a dangerous pull-one built on power, obsession, and emotional conflict. As boundaries blur and control masquerades as care, Rashi is forced to confront a truth she never prepared for: not all love is gentle, and not all darkness comes from the outside. Set in the unforgiving world of a medical college, this is a dark romance about choice, vulnerability, and the thin line between protection and possession.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 One disappeared. One returned. Both tied to a truth buried in blood and Betrayal. ---- His voice broke. And so did I. "Congratulations, Mrs. Rathore,"he whispered. "You killed me. And you chose the perfect way. When I finally let myself feel something real... You took it. You tore it. you ripped it away. You killed me from inside. Congratulations." "Please... please, Aksh. Don't say th...that," I sobbed. "LEEEAAAVEEE!" My knees gave out the moment his scream echoed through the walls. My body hit the ground like a ghost losing its will. Shivering. Trembling. Broken. How did everything fall apart in just a few hours? "Aksh..." I whispered, barely able to speak. But he turned his back to me. Tears blurred my vision, pain choked my chest. I stood up slowly, still shaking, like my bones were made of glass. My hands reached out instinctively- hoping. Begging. But I stopped myself. No. He wouldn't hold me anymore. Wouldn't listen. ----

♡Door kahi asmano par, hote hai ye sare faisle , kaun jane koi hamsafar, kab kaise kha mile♡ Vani, Pranvi, and Swara-each with a unique perspective on love-discover its power in unexpected ways. Vani, devoted; Pranvi, simple; and Swara, a skeptic, find themselves embraced by Aman, Ishan, and Akash, who show them that love can be transformative and healing, even for those who never believed in it. ****************************************** Vani x Aman 🪔🪕:- "His love turned her doubt into devotion - it made her believe in love when she never thought she could." Pranvi x Ishan ✨❤:- "It was her simplicity that first drew him in - while she stumbled into love, he fell even harder. " Swara x Akash 💐✨:- "His passionate love transformed her hatred for love into a deep affection for it." ****************************************** "Take a step inside and let the story unfold." .....................................................................