A name she forgot. A storm she never expected. Sanvi Desai's life has always been carefully scripted - a dutiful daughter, a student in line with her parents' expectations. But when she's sent to her family's ancestral village for a wedding, she's caught up in the warmth of family and the comfort of her long-distance relationship with Dev, the boy everyone expects her to end up with. But one thing is missing: a part of her past. Rudra Patil, the boy who should be a stranger, has returned. The son of her family's oldest rival, he's the storm no one saw coming. Silent, intense, and unpredictable, Rudra carries a secret that only he knows. A name. A connection. And a past that Sanvi has forgotten - one that ties them both together in a way that could shatter everything. As their paths cross again, Sanvi finds herself drawn to his dangerous calm, even though she knows nothing about him. A name from her childhood. A memory buried deep. And a love that could ignite the storm between them. To find out their hidden past Read:📕"The Boy who called me pari" only on wattpad.

Bianca, a fifteen-year-old girl, an excellent student and a perfect daughter, falls for Ted, the most popular guy in school and the basketball team captain. Her life suddenly gets more exciting and eventful and she likes every minute of it, although it makes her head spin. Big decisions wait to be made, the ones that will bring her closer to adulthood. Or will they? Do we decide when we grow up or does that happen without us noticing? Is it the same for boys and girls and why not? Does that make girls' lives less colorful and more worrisome and should they do something about it?

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 : 𝐱𝟏𝟏 💌 𝐀 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫. 💌 He captures the world through his lens... But one day, Taehyung stumbles upon a mysterious scrapbook 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎. Each page whispers unspoken admiration... and behind those pencil strokes is Jungkook, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. As their worlds slowly intertwine... Will they frame a love story of their own or remain pages apart in silence? Sometimes, love doesn't need words 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐚 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬...