𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.

18 years old Sirisha Mathur, is an intelligent, straight-A, and straightforward yet introverted girl. She had never even imagined that she would fall in love but when she meets, 19 years old Kunal Oberoi, who is an all-rounder, good at studies, plays football well, is handsome, and is hell extroverted, but is way too irresponsible to be an adult, Things happen that she had never thought could happen to her, Weird Feelings Goosebumps Butterflies In The Stomach Affection Blushing Jealousy LOVE.... All Mine Duet: Book 1 ~~~~~~ I can't make the Description any more catchy. But I can assure you that this story is worth reading. Do give it a try and review <3 (Mature Content. Warning has been given on the chapter head so that you can skip that chapter.) ___________________________ All Rights Reserved ©

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

When I say Samaksh Rathore and Dhvani Shukla hate each other, I don't mean a little eye-roll or silent treatment kind of hate. I mean absolute, hard-core, blood-boiling hate. She's from Uttar Pradesh, daughter of a powerful political family-full of drama, chaos, and zero fear. He's from Rajasthan, heir to a wealthy business empire-swagger, charm, and sharp one-liners. Their worlds collided like firecrackers on Diwali. Their first meet? Vani stormed right in front of Samaksh's brand-new car, screamed at him like he was the villain of her movie, and-just to seal her point-she threw a stone straight at his ride. Sam, of course, didn't stay quiet. He roasted her so bad that the air was filled with insults louder than traffic horns. Their second meet? Worse. Another argument, another war. This time Sam threw the word "Bhagodi" at her, mocking the fact that she had run away from home. And Vani? She didn't waste a second-her hand flew, and the slap echoed louder than their shouting. Now, just the sight of each other makes their blood boil. If looks could kill, Sam and Vani would have destroyed each other long ago. Enemies isn't even the word... these two are living, breathing disasters waiting to explode.

In a time when radios played Lata's songs and letters carried feelings deeper than words ever could, she met him-on the first day of college, twenty years after India gained independence. He wasn't a freedom fighter, but he freed something in her. A smile. A feeling. A love she never dared to name. He loved sitars when the world had moved on to guitars. He loved books, children, music... and she? She loved him. Quietly. Completely. From behind the veil of silence every sanskaari girl was taught to wear back then. He was the boy every girl admired. She was that quiet girl-who changed herself, little by little, just to be noticed. While he chased dreams and disappeared into the world, she stayed behind-with ink-stained fingers and a heart that beat only for him. She doesn't know where he is now. But she remembers the way he once looked at her, like she mattered. And now, decades later, all she has are her memories... and a diary that was never really about her. It was always about Him.

1985. The City of dreams. Red double decker buses, kaali-peeli taxis, radios, Doordarshan, video cassettes and rotary dial phones. DCP Amarnath arrives in Bombay with a mission, straight and clear: To tackle the notorious Crime Syndicates. As the city unravels itself, he learns that alongside the battle against organised crime, it is a full-fledged war against his uncooperative heart as it trips over relentlessly at the sight of the headstrong Gauri, who contrasts him in every possible way, beginning with her profession: Law. Before cellphones, before swipes-there was a Bombay kind of love.... Visit the BLURB chapter for a detailed trailer!

"He doesn't say 'I love you.' But he changed in all the ways that yelled it." •••••••••••••• Vaani Joshi never expected love from her arranged marriage - just respect, maybe some space, and silence she could live with. Dhruv Deshmukh was exactly that: powerful, unreadable, and cold. He didn't ask her what she liked. He didn't ask how her day was. And she never asked for anything. But then he started noticing. Not her words - her silences. Not what she wanted - what she gave up. The man who never looked twice is now the one who watches her the closest. And the girl who never expected anything... is the reason he's learning how to give everything. •••••••••••••••• "Why do you always notice the things I don't say?" He looked at her for a long second. "Because you never ask. And I've never wanted to give anyone more." •••••••••••••••• Tropes: Slow-burn romance | Arranged marriage | Contemporary drama | Indian diaspora | Urban luxury + emotional intimacy | Cold ML x Soft FL | Changing for her 🏅#1 in India 🏅#1 in Indian 🏅#1 in desi 🏅#1 in romance

She was burnt and faded, yet he made her glow-like a healer, like the brightest star in the sky. Her Dhruv, his Tara. A love so tender that even the sky blushes pink, painting an Indian empire of romance. - INDIAN SOFT ROMANCE [Acid Attack survivor X Architecture]

~दुनियाँ में कितनी हैं नफ़रतें, फिर भी दिलों में हैं चाहतें मर भी जाएँ प्यार वाले, मिट भी जाएँ यार वाले ज़िंदा रहती हैं उनकी मोहब्बतें~ 𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙠𝙖: 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐳𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐤𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞 ᥫ᭡. 𝘼𝙗𝙝𝙖𝙮: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐤𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞 ࿐ ˊˎ- જ⁀➴★𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈★ 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 BOOK 1 - FROM WHERE IT ALL STARTED ˖⁠♡ वो उस लड़के को बहुत साधगी से चाहती थी कहना चाहती थी मगर कहने से घबराती थी ♡⁠˖ A story of love that never asked to be loud... just true.⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ────୨ৎ──── "I love you," he whispered. "I Love you too." "But I love you more." She broke the hug. "I love you the most." "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲." And he meant it. ───୨ৎ──── She was chaos dipped in silence. He was melody wrapped in mischief. She admired him like a secret prayer. He smiled like he didn't know... but he always did. She believed the truth that it was one-sided, but he proved her wrong. No one knew who fell first, but both fell harder and harder, again and again. Maybe it was Ishika's kindness behind her devilish side or Abhay's comforting words. Or maybe it was their old bond which led them

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 , 𝙈𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙃𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞...... ♡ 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙄 ♡ Shashwat Rajvansh - An introvert, calm and ambitious guy studies in class 12th. For him "Rules are meant to be followed". He is a bookworm and topper of his class . He is prince charming of almost all girls of school but never give a glance to them . His dream is to join Indian army and for that he is studying very hard . He has no time for Love. Siya Malhotra - An exovert and chirpy girl studies in class 11th . She is always ready to break the rules and have zero interest in study . She has promised herself to not to fall in love but a sudden encounter with her senior "Shashwat Rajvansh" Changed her perspective about love when she slowly started falling for him who doesn't seem to be interested in her. The more she is getting to know him the more she is falling for him. ************************************************** "For me, Love is devotion." She said, her eyes were drawn to the resplendent Krishna idol. "Then I am devoted to you, Siya, the way you are devoted to your Krishna." He replied looking at her with an intensity akin to how a priest gazes at an idol. *************************************************** Jump inside the story to know more ❤️✨. ______________________________________________ There is no cheating, no toxicity and no love angle. It is just a simple school love story which includes Love, friendship and lots of fun that would probably take you back to your school days. ______________________________________________________