Two hearts bound by a signature, lost in a story they never wrote. ​A cold contract. A forced vow. A marriage that was never meant to be real. ​Sometimes, the best love stories are the ones that were never in the script.😭✨ TROPES~ 𝜗ৎ Forced marriage 𝜗ৎ Age gap 6 yrs 𝜗ৎ Opposite attraction 𝜗ৎ Slow burn romance 𝜗ৎ He fell first she fell harder he fell harder again. 𝜗ৎ silent obsessions 𝜗ৎ Emotional scars

Prantik, a talkative and ambitious Army Lieutenant, has spent his life running toward his career to fill the void left by his father's early death. Nandita, a quiet school teacher, enters this new life with a heavy heart and a hidden scar, hoping for nothing more than a place to belong. Can two strangers bridge the gap between duty and desire? Will Nandita find the love she craves ? @AllRightsReserved

Arshi, a normal girl in her twenties meets the popular boy of her college Vihaan. He fell first but she fell harder. They build a life together which Arshi never believed that she would ever have. Everything felt like a dream. A DREAM, but a twist was waiting for them. That could break her completely. A dream she had but never lived. But that wasn't the only problem more twisted things were waiting for her, the memories of him, the present of her, will she ever get them again? This story will make you fall in love first and leave you at the most breaking part. At first this story will look like a normal romantic one but there's a twist. It is my first ever story. This story contains- Romance Comedy Emotions Drama Mystery twists Trauma bondings and many more. please feel free to share your thoughts on this story and also subscribe to our channel on YouTube 'Violet and Irish shorts' to have more updates about our current and upcoming stories.

❝No relationship. No drama. No anything. Okay?❞ ❝Okay.❞ A simple contract. A simple agreement. But when Samayra is involved, nothing remains as simple as it should be. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ I am close to finishing my studies, my Master's degree being the last sprinkle to grace the mountain of frosting spread on the cake that is my life. After this I am supposed to step out into the real world, away from the fixed syllabus and exams and assignments that AI helps me with. I have to have it all figured out really soon. I have a simple life, really. There is nothing much to it. At least not anymore. So yeah it should be easy to figure it out. That is what I thought and all I had to do was keep it that simple. But, in short, I didn't let it be that simple. I had to spice it up. Against my better conscience, I just had to. I wanted to spice it up, but just a bit. A bit. Controlled spice. Let's just say that I added more spice than I could handle, and simple Samayra got stuck in a contract she made herself. You can guess the next half of the story now. Yep, I broke my own contract and all that just for a guy named Kabir. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Tropes him x her ⋆ nonchalant x deeply feeling ⋆ avoidant x anxious ⋆ control freak x control freak ⋆ casual x complicated ⋆ he doesn't do love x she doesn't trust it ⋆ "no feelings" x "too many feelings" no strings attached | rebound romance | slow burn | opposites attract | emotionally unavailable | hookup to love | "we said no feelings" ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

"Sometimes the messiest mistakes create the most beautiful relationships." Meera is a second-year Gynecology PG who keeps men at a distance but feels deeply for the struggles of women around her. Outspoken, sarcastic, and sometimes rude, she carries her own scars. She has a past that made her guarded but fiercely empathetic. Krish is a fourth-year Radiology PG in another city .He is calm, principled, and seemingly perfect, but his quiet demeanor masks deep trauma. He loves without needing to claim, chooses restraint over expression, and lets trust grow slowly. They didn't meet because of destiny. Their paths crossed because of someone else's love story, and from that chaotic beginning, a fragile, earned bond formed. This is a story about respect, restraint, and love that's earned...the kind that stays when the world doesn't. #1 Respect - 11/04/2026 #1 Therapies-15/04/2026 #1 Therapies-07/05/2026 #1 Coming of age romance-14/05/2026

Yuwakshi has always been the girl who gets nothing wrong - straight A's, a carefully built future and a reputation. But beneath all of the perfect grades and sharp comeback is a storm of chaos and a guilt of the past she could never leave behind. Earning a scholarship to study in London along with her 2 closest friends. It felt like a fresh start that all she ever wanted but she was curious about a mystery- Two students from other branches of school will be joining them. At airport, coffee in hand and thoughts swirling, she collides with someone she never expected to see again- Yug Oberoi Her Former Rival. The one who left without a goodbye and a guilt she could never outgrow As the universe loves her immensely- they are thrown together again. Firstly in Udaipur then in London same university, same chaos once again. But beneath all the fragile broken ego, wounds and competitive chaos and a chemistry both of them never acknowledged. Yuwakshi is about to learn that people who are determined or written in fate always crawl back to you no matter what. Tropes ☆Rivals to Lovers ☆Past Trauma ☆Forced Proximity ☆Mutual Friendship ☆Past Misunderstanding

A story about how life unfolds for two lovers who are parted again and again due to certain circumstances in life. Will they make it till the end? Read along to find out.

He made her coffee every morning. He picked up their son from school. He loved her like it was the only thing he knew how to do. She had him framed for crimes that didn't exist. He is Aditya Deshmukh: betrayed by his wife, hated by his son, wronged by the system, loved by an obsessive woman. She loved him even after knowing he loved another woman. She loved him so much that she pushed him into the jaws of death. She wished him dead and now that he's dead, she'll do anything to get him justice. She is Medha Gehlot: the woman who was never chosen by the man who was her everything. Note: This is for readers who loved The Count of Monte Cristo. For readers who want a revenge story that asks whether one must become a monster himself to defeat the monsters responsible for the rot in the whole world. For readers tired of perfect heroines - who want flawed, obsessive, impulsive female leads who have the heart to go into the depths of hell for love but lack the maturity and wisdom to choose letting go. Content note: contains prison violence, institutional injustice, and emotional devastation. You've been warned."

At midnight, while lost in a dusty historical fiction novel, Reva Sinha accidentally recited an ancient curse. One heartbeat later, the world dissolved, and she woke inside the book as Princess Aradhya Singh Rathore . Trapped in a kingdom on the brink of war, Aradhya is expected to seal peace by marrying the ruthless enemy king. Instead, one stolen glance at the notorious female thug bandit changes everything. The bandit who was fierce, scarred, and standing beside her older brother, the feared chief of the thug bandits, carries danger in her eyes and fire in her veins. Reva/ Aradhya should feel only terror. Instead, forbidden thoughts consume her: the curve of a calloused hand, the low timbre of a voice that promises both ruin and salvation, the heat of a touch that could burn empires to ash. She rejects the king in front of the entire court. Now the kingdom brands her a traitor. Whispers call her mad. Bounty hunters circle. The enemy king swears vengeance. Even the stars seem to bleed red under the blood moon. But Reva/Aradhya no longer cares about crowns or survival. She has tasted the taboo of desire, which is raw, reckless, and utterly hers. "I was never supposed to love you," she whispers to the bandit in the shadows. "But since I have fallen, you are mine. Only mine." In a world that demands she choose duty over heart, Reva chooses the one woman who could destroy her... and the only one who truly sees her. A dark historical fantasy of forbidden sapphic love, midnight curses, and a love so fierce it rewrites fate itself.