Everyone in Vivekanand Institute of Studies feared three things 1. Bullies 2. Bullets 3. Brutal Veeraj Dahiya No, He was not brutal........ he was Blunt, Boundless, Cold blooded and heartless. From Campus fights to open firing in rallies, Veeraj was a certified Haryanvi Jaatt His bad boy personality made many campus girls drool over him, But he? Heck no!! he knew his standards. Coming from one of the hella rich and powerful families of haryana and being the only son of the most powerful MLA to ever rule the state, Dheeraj Dahiya, Our hero was not afraid of anything ( let's see for how long) REET THAKUR: A simple girl from Rajasthan who desired freedom more than she did oxygen. Having a toxic and patriarchal house, she never got validation at home. But how did she end up having the privilege to study at the prestigious Vivekanand Institute of Studies? Well, it would have gone the other way if Shushant Rana didn't wanted an educated daughter in law!!!! Let's see how will this freedom cost her for something she never knew she would desire for Warning: mature content and use of f•ul language

A Punjabi rom com......from college to adult life...Four politicians. Four lifelong best friends. When Mehtab Singh Aulakh, Navaan Singh Aulakh, Vaar Singh Bajwa, and Arjan Singh Virk-the ultimate student council gang-clash with the unbreakable girl group of Shiddat Kaur, Ibaadat Kaur, Asees Sharma, and Aina Aggarwal, not knowing something deep is going to weave between them after those countess banters and moments..WHAT COMES NEXT WHEN 2 PUNJABI GROUPS COLLIDE ??

𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛... 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠: 𝐴 𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑣𝑖 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠-𝑡𝑜-𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑎. ~ "Wanna smoke or not?" "What's the relation between smoking and coming closer to me?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Hai, kyu ni hai," Exhaling another slow plume of grey smoke, he whispered roughly, "Lighter toh nibad liya, so the only option left is lighting your cig with mine and..." He tilted his head, leaving a fingertip's distance between the tip of his cigarette and mine. "And?" I prompted. "And that requires me to be closer to you." I stared at him, my heart hammering violently against my ribs, then gestured toward the unlit cigarette. He brought the glowing tip of his cigarette toward mine, only to freeze just before they touched. "Why the hell did you stop?" I muttered, holding the cigarette firmly between my lips. "I can't light it..." he said, his gaze dropping to the single inch of space keeping our bodies apart. Agh... This man is teasing me way too much. "You can bend," I suggested. "My back hurts," he said, stepping away just a fraction. "Koi ni, kal lighter laa dyunga fer-" Before he could finish, I hooked a finger through his chain and yanked him forward, erasing that final inch between us. His hand instantly slammed against my waist to catch his balance, his eyes snapping down to lock with mine. "Now will you light it?" He let out a low, husky chuckle. Then leaned in, pressing the burning tip of his cigarette straight into mine until both embers flared together.