Tum, Ittefaq Se 🤍 Ek galat friend request. Ek anjaan sa naam. Aur phir... ek aisi kahani, jiska shayad shuru hona pehle se likha tha. Ek taraf Banaras ki Vedika, aur doosri taraf Punjab ka Advait. Do strangers, jinke beech pehle bas ek simple sa "Hello" tha... Phir thodi baatein. Thoda intezaar. Aur pata hi nahi chala... Kab ek stranger, apna sa lagne laga. 🤍 "Na mulaqat ka koi plan tha, na mohabbat ka koi vaada... Bas ek ittefaq hua, aur dil ne kisi ko apna maan liya." 🤍 Lekin har kahani sirf milne se poori nahi hoti. Kabhi-kabhi hum goodbye bol dete hain, bina ye jaane ki woh goodbye... humari kahani ka end nahi tha. Years later, when fate brings them face to face again... Will they recognise what they once left behind? Or will they become strangers all over again? "Kuch log bichhad kar bhi dil se nahi jaate, aur kuch kahaniyan goodbye kehkar bhi khatam nahi hoti..." 🦋🤍 Because maybe, we never said goodbye... never knowing it wasn't the end of our story. 🤍 - Tum, Ittefaq Se 📖✨ 🌸 Banaras Girl × Punjab Boy 📚 NEET Aspirant × NDA Aspirant 🤍 Quiet Boy × Talkative Girl 📱 Strangers × Unexpected Connection 🌙 Dreamer × Disciplined Boy 🩺 Doctor × Army Officer

#2 in Top 10 India (26/08/26) #4 in Top 10 India (25/08/26) #9 in top 10 India (07/08/26) Top ranking💫 🫶 : #2 in recommendation - out of 8.13K stories #2 in possessivehero - out of 2.0K stories #2 in collegeromance - out of 1.5K stories #2 in possessive - out of 1.5K stories #3 in indian - out of 1.5K stories #3 in desi - out of 1.5K stories #5 in india - out of 1.5K stories #5 in jealous - out of 9.34K stories #7 in romance - out of 1.5K stories #20 in story - out of 268K stories #31 in sliceoflife - out of 58.9K stories #249 in watty - out of 10.5K stories Delhi taught Ishita Sharma a lot of things. How to travel alone. How to survive in a new city. How to chase her dreams. What Delhi forgot to teach her was how to deal with Abhiraaj Malhotra. President Sahab!!! Tropes 🎀✨️: GrumpyXSunshine College romance He fell first, she fell harder

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧, 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐧-𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐚𝐛 𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢, 𝐞𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐮, 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐲𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐤𝐞, 𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐞𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐡 𝐊𝐡𝐮𝐝𝐚.. ✿TU HI MERA✿ Shivaay Harshwardhan - A calm, introvert, disciplined boy and topper of his school. But he also enjoys his life. He is ambitious to become a Indian Navy and serve for India in the vast and deep ocean. For him the life is a book and every chapter should be lived. But he never ignore his study. Both Topper & Backbencher core. Ishaani Suryavanshi - A girl with never ending energy and mess. She is not topper but work hard when needed. She never look at study like it's only option to survive. She have goals? Yet to be decide. But she is ambitious to what she does. She is the every boy's crush in school. *********************************************** She answered, "Love is what Mahadev was to Maa Gauri, what Krishna was to Maa Radha, and what Ram was to Maa Sita." He smiled and answered, "I can't be Shiva,Krishna or Ram... but if loving you means spending a lifetime devoted to you, then that's the only part of them I wish to become." *********************************************** Wanna dive in the story? What are you waiting for Read now!! -jivixwriter

Their bond begins in texts and poetry, in shared dreams and unspoken confessions. But as their connection deepens, so does the reality of distance. Can a love born in the world of imagination survive the challenges of real life? Or will it become another beautiful but incomplete story in her journal? What happens when two rising authors, bound by words but separated by miles, find themselves lost in each other's stories? Aadhya Shrivastava-a fierce dreamer, an extroverted storyteller who lives in the world of her imagination, searching for a love that stays. Ekansh Oberoi-an introverted writer, a man of few words but countless emotions, finding solace in the quiet corners of life. Their worlds collide on a social media platform, where words become bridges, and conversations turn into confessions. From midnight musings to heart-pounding emotions, their bond grows-unspoken yet deeply felt, distant yet undeniably real. But love born in the digital world is fragile. Can a connection built on texts and chapters survive the test of time and distance? Will their hearts find a way to meet beyond the glow of their screens, or will their love remain an unfinished chapter-beautiful, yet incomplete? "Humara Internet Wala Pyaar" is a heartfelt tale of love, longing, and the bittersweet reality of long-distance relationships. Because sometimes, the most beautiful love stories are the ones written in unread messages and unsent confessions.

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

Her voice shook as she asked again, "Rudraksh... please, what's happening? I don't understand. Why am I here?" Rudraksh stood still, his expression unreadable. But in his eyes there was something different in them. Something colder than the warmth she was used to. He couldn't let sympathy cloud his judgment. Not now. Not when his duty came first. "You're confused," he said, his voice firm, which felt unfamiliar. "You're going to take a lie detector test. It's part of the process. We need to know what you remember... and what you don't." Drishti stared at him, her heart sinking. A lie detector test? She had no idea what he was talking about. It felt like all of this was happening to someone else, not her. "I don't understand," she whispered, shaking her head as fear tightened in her chest. Rudraksh didn't answer. Instead, without warning, he moved. With a calm, practiced motion, he reached for the handcuffs. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "Rudraksh!" she cried, panic rising in her voice. "What are you doing?!" . . . This story revolves around ACP Rudraksh Rawat. A cold, calculative and dangerously calm man who is married to Drishti Rathor a sweet simple woman

RANKINGS:- TOP 3 IN INDIA [31/07/2026] TOP 2 IN INDIA [31/07/2026] TOP 2 IN INDIA [01,02,03,04,05/08/2026] He was a man the world feared. She was a woman the world had broken. Rishabh Agnihotri-a ruthless CEO, the undisputed Mafia King, and a fiercely protective single father whose eight-month-old daughter, as Vedika, is the center of his universe. He trusts no one, loves no one... except the little princess who owns his heart. Aradhya Mittal-an innocent, divorced woman haunted by a painful past. Her trauma has taught her to fear strangers, silence her emotions, and expect nothing from life except loneliness. Fate brings these two wounded souls together through a tiny girl whose innocent smile begins to heal hearts that had forgotten how to love. Can a man drenched in blood become someone's safe place? Can a woman shattered by her past learn to trust again? And can a eight-month-old princess unknowingly create the family they never thought they deserved? A story of healing, second chances, fierce protection, found family, and a love that blooms when two broken hearts choose each other. "Sometimes, the strongest man only needs one tiny hand to soften his heart... and one broken soul to remind him that love is still worth fighting for." 🖤✨

"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

She was so shocked that she could only say, "Devyansh? Shivali? This... this all???" Devyansh lowered his gaze and, holding the hand of the girl standing next to him, said, "We... we got married. Shivali and I love each other, and Shivali is going to be the mother of my child." Not only had her husband married someone else today, but he was also about to become a father. This meant... this meant he must have been deceiving her for an unknown amount of time, while she foolishly believed that her husband loved her. "What? What do you mean?", Trishvika asked, shocked. Devyansh said, "I didn't want to spend my entire life with a woman who couldn't even give me a child in two years." "And what about me? My life, my decisions?", Trishvika questioned. Devyansh, sitting comfortably on the sofa, said, "Divorce papers. Sign these divorce papers and leave, Ashvi!" Hearing this, whatever little emotions were left inside Trishvika died instantly, and all the second thoughts she had while signing the divorce papers vanished. Without any emotion, she signed the papers and threw them at Devyansh, saying, "I don't need your money or your name anymore. I'm leaving now, but I will come back, Devyansh Rana! To take revenge for the injustice done to me. I will come back to destroy you. Just wait for that day." And then, without looking at anyone, she walked towards the door.