CHAAHAT THE DESIRE the power of love, the power of evil, the power of self obsession; a desire to achieve something and to want someone. Everyone desires to have her but no one has seen her. In the world of a dirty game, she's but a pawn. She is like a delicate flower that everyone wants to enjoy which she doesn't want to be. But she knows she is strong enough to fight them and she will win. but is she really going to win? "Yuvraj... please listen to me for once. I-I'm not lying. Please... trust me." I cried, holding onto him tightly, as if letting go would shatter me completely. But he didn't move. Didn't react. "Leave me, Chaahat," he said coldly, his expression blank, his eyes void of everything I once saw in them. "I trusted you... and you broke that trust." My heart clenched painfully. "I'm your wife! You have to trust me, Raj!" I shouted, desperation turning into anger. His gaze hardened. "You don't deserve to be here," he said, each word cutting deeper than the last. "And from now on... you're not my wife anymore." The world stopped. I felt something inside me break. "Get the hell out of my house!" he yelled, pushing me away. I stumbled, barely managing to stand. The entire family stood there. Watching. Silent. Some even...enjoying it. Tears streamed down my face, but I refused to break in front of them. "You will regret this, Mr. Yuvraj Singhania," I said, my voice trembling yet firm. "Mark my words." I looked into his eyes one last time- And walked away with shaking hands, wiping away tears that refused to stop. But the moment I stepped out of that house I smiled. A cold, dangerous smile. "I'll take my revenge...just wait and watch, Mrs. Kavita Singhania." ______________ "Swagat nahi karoge humara?" This time- I entered that house again. Not as a helpless girl. But as a storm. And this time... I wasn't alone. __________________ All the pictures are used belongs to their rightful owner.

TALAB TALAB TALAB💖 , BAS TERI HAI MUJE... NASON MEIN TU NASHA , BANKE GULHNA YUHI🎶.... MERI MOHOBBAT KA KARNA TU HAQQ YE ADDA🔥....... MERI HOKE HAMESHA HI REHNA KABHI NA KAHNA ALVIDAA🎶✨👀...

✉︎ 𓂃 𝑨 𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒆. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ✉︎ ִֶָ ˖ ࣪𓂃 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚- 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚. ♟︎ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔. 𓂃 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. ✉︎ R.E. 𓂃 B.S. 𓂃 F.S. 𓂃 S.D.

"Meri har dushwari bass tum tak, Meri har hoshiyari bass tum tak, Meri har taiyaari bass tum tak, Tum tak..tum tak..tum tak..tum tak Meri ishq khumari bass tum tak". ........🖤 DISCLAIMER : This story is NOT AT ALL A WORK OF FICTION. It is a real story based on the life of the author. High school sweethearts are always great , ain't they ? 🌚 even this author fell in love. Huge ! Love ! Tropes : 1. Introvert x Extrovert 2. She fell first x He fell harder (he proposed guys dw) 3. From don't like to I can't help but like 🫠 4. Long distance....❤️ Baaki, inside the chapters 😉 Love you cuties 💋 [the name of the characters mentioned inside the story are NOT REAL except author's] #1 - realatable (04.06.2026) #6 - school time (04.06.2026) #4 - school time (13.07.2026) To the person whom this story is about : I will keep 'hating' you always 🖤

Harry Potter never meant to remember the girl from the park. But somehow, he never forgot her. Amelia Jenkins was warmth in the quietest way - soft smiles, scraped knees, and hands that always reached out first. He didn't know then that she would grow into something constant in his life. Something steady. Something dangerously important. Amelia had once believed her life would always be simple - loud siblings, loving parents, small joys. Until the night she was six. Until the bite. Until the moon began calling her name. She learned to live with it. To laugh anyway. To be light even when the shadows followed. But as war creeps closer and the world grows colder, love feels fragile. And sometimes the bravest thing isn't fighting monsters - it's believing you are not one. Because in the middle of a great war, two hearts try to hold onto something softer. And sometimes, that is the hardest battle of all.

𝘌𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘳. Naina is looking for a place to hide. Nikhil is looking for a place to begin. When a sharp-witted journalist escaping a killer meets a soft-hearted introvert grieving his past, their paths collide on a rhythmic journey across India. From crowded sleeper coaches to dusty buses, they are just two souls trying to stay invisible. But in a world where Naina's past is hunting her down, silence might be their only weapon-and their greatest bond.