uhmmm.... When a north indian meets south indian 👉🏻👈🏻 Delhi guy× Malayali guy👀💗 (I seriously don't know Malayalam and the translation might be wrong{it is wrong} soo.. yk [It's like Chennai express, but not completely the same])

Three hearts. Two choices. One truth that could shatter everything. Shubman, Ishan, and Abhishek never expected their lives to intertwine this way. Friendship blurs into desire, secrets hide behind every smile, and love becomes a dangerous game. When one heart is torn between two, will it choose passion... or loyalty? And in the end, will love save them-or destroy them all?

Few short ideas stories that comes in your author's delusional mind at literally 2 in morning because your author lives in his own delusional world 🎀🖤

" Who was he ?? " The three words is all that escaped his mouth in whole half an hour of them being there. " Huh!!? " " The boy !!!" " Ishan the opening batsman of the squad and - " " I will join you on the semi-finals. Now go." •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Just as he picked his helmet, his manager came with a bouquet of white roses. There was a note attached to it. ' You will rock it baby I know. I trust you on this. All the best and show them who you are. Most important be self confident and I know you are the best. " Was what the note said. Weirdly it was from some unknown person but surprisingly it did not feel creepy. It was more soothing and comforting. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Warning : I suck at writting but gonna try this and let's see where this goes...

'ISHQ never enters quietly, it brings its own kind of RUINATION." __________________________ A top-tier university. Dripping with secrets. Two political rivalries held together by a settlement that feels more like control than peace. A third force watches from above → silent, dangerous, untouchable. Two murders. A revenge left unfinished. A vow to destroy everything. A silent soul enters next → too pure to understand the devastation, too trapped to walk away from it. And somewhere else, a hatred preserved for years waits behind restraint, held only by morals that are beginning to fail. Three stories breathing under one roof. Three ruins moving toward each other. And in between them → ishq, arriving exactly the way it always does: with ruin already promised. ______________________________ "I realised my love the moment I lost him."

Eli Harrison-Danfort is a young Alpha male and is an incredibly dominant werewolf. He is the strongest wolf in his pack and like any other Alpha, he knows it. Eli has not met his mate (a werewolf's soul mate) yet, he has mixed feelings about it but he knows one thing for certain and that's the fact that he would be in charge of the relationship when he does meet his mate. After all, he is an Alpha. Eli's on a holiday trip when he does meet his mate, and he isn't as submissive as Eli thought, not even close seeing as Karabo is the Alpha of his own pack. There is no way it could work, they're too strong to be together, too dominant, too stubborn to put their pride aside and they both know it. Mates always work out... but mates are never leaders from two different packs on different continents and any Alpha knows their pack is more important than love is.

❝𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐝❞ - After a dramatic stunt from F1's top two drivers: 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘓𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘤 and 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 are forced to share a room during race weekends by their PR teams. What starts as a rivalry could end up as something more, but can they reach a happy ending when the pressure of maintaining images can ruin their relationship...?

When Ishan was taken into a new IPL team, he didn't know it wasn't just the renewal of his cricketing career, but also the beginning of something more special. Things he thought that would never come his way.

"I hate you," he said...his voice trembling with fury. "I hate your voice. I hate the very sound of your breathing." Before he could walk away, fingers curled around his collar, slamming him against the wall. A whisper followed...low, dangerous, and sealed like a dark promise. "It isn't hatred," he murmured. "It's love. Whether you accept it or not." "Lies," came the broken reply. "Everything you've said is a lie." "Yes, I lied," he admitted calmly. "And I'll lie again if I have to. I'll do anything....but I will never let you walk away from me." The cold sting of a syringe pressed into his skin. ~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●●~~~~~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●~~ Agniv Mehra, a 24-year-old Indian student, arrives in New York carrying ambition, rebellion, and a past he refuses to speak about. He doesn't follow orders. He never has. Karen Craves, a 32-year-old British professor, is authority personified-controlled, commanding, and dangerously unreadable. Everyone listens to him. Everyone obeys. Except Agniv. Two men.Two secrets. One Line should never meant to be crossed When stubborn defiance collides with ruthless obsession, boundaries blur, lies deepen, and control becomes addictive. Is this love...or something far more merciless? And when the truth finally surfaces... will either of them survive it? Tropes & Themes ●Top Student × Bottom Professor ●Dark Academia ●Power Play ●Age Gap (8 years) ●Mild BDSM ●Lies & Manipulation ●Good Boy Kink ●Indian × British ●Hidden Identities ●Obsession vs Control

𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡. #𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐌 𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆩𓆗𓆪 Omkara Rathore doesn't touch. Not his students. Not his colleagues. Not even his own reflection if it gets too close. A medical science professor with a condition he never chose──his skin rejects contact, his body recoils from scents, and his heart has learned that feeling is a wound he cannot afford. So he stays cold. Stays distant. Stays safe. Until Yaksh Shergill walks into his life. A transfer student with a golden smile and eyes that see too much. Humble. Charming. Everyone's favorite. Omkara should hate him. Instead, for the first time in his life── A scent doesn't repulse him. A touch doesn't rebuke him. It pulls. And that terrifies him more than any disease ever could. But Yaksh isn't what he seems either. Behind that warm facade lives something petty. Something possessive. Something that has decided Omkara Rathore is his to follow. To provoke. To ruin. And when a body is found── When a murder cracks open secrets buried inside Omkara's own blood── They will have to trust each other to survive. But how do you trust someone whose very smell makes you lose control? 𓆩𓆗𓆪 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛.