♡ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐂𝐨𝐦 His heart skipped a beat as she stepped forward and placed a soft peck on his cheeks, his ears turned deep red. 'Did you like it babygirl?' his heart started racing speedily as she asked, he lowered his gaze and bit his lips due to nervousness. A sly smirk crept on her lips, she held his chin and his lifted his face, her grip gentle yet firm,'Speak sweetheart' she said, her voice soft yet commanding. He, slowly lifted his gaze, his hands fidgeting, 'Ye..Yes..' a faint voice could only escape from his throat, she chuckled looking at him. 'Aww my babygirl is getting shy shy' she teases him making him blush harder, he buried his face in his palms due to shyness. ______________________________________________________________________________________ S-sh-shadi? kiski shadi? Bhindi aur baingan ki.! Hein? Par wo to sabji h na? I'm talking about our marriage Mr. Malhotra ______________________________________________________________________________________ "Love? She's my devotion and I'm devoted to her"- Akshit Malhotra "Lust? I won't even touch him for the rest of my life if he refuses" - Shivika Sah Jab ishq ibadat ban jaye tab man mandir ban jata hai aur pyar amar ho jata hai. A sweet love story of Akshit and Shivika, where love turns into pure devotion. ___________________________________________ ___________________________________________ ★ 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 ★ •Extrovert x Introvert •Age gap •Slow burn •Bold fl x Shy ml •Calm x Chaotic •Ghar ki badi beti x Ghar ka eklauta beta •Sunshine x Sunflower •He fell first and hardest

Fragments of Heart is a collection of heartfelt short stories where every chapter captures a different shade of love. From innocent first crushes and unexpected reunions to painful goodbyes and forever promises, each story is a fragment of a heart that loved, broke, healed and learned to bloom again. Every heart carries a story. Every story leaves a fragment behind.

♡ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : 90𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 (Will start updating P-kudk after completing YKPPH!) 1996 ka Patna... wo shehar jaha khidkiyon par kapde sukhte the, छतों पर transistor bajta tha, galiyon me bachche cricket khelte the, aur beech beech me हवा ek ajeeb si purani mehek le kar chalti thi - mitti, barsaat, aur ankahi bato ki mehek. Us waqt pyaar loud nahi hota tha; wo chup chaap dil me palta tha, kahi ek diary ke beech phool ban kar sukh jaata tha aur us shehar ki har subah me ek alag sa sukoon hota tha. (Patna, 1996... a city where clothes dried on balconies, transistors played on terraces, children played cricket in narrow lanes, and the wind carried a strange old fragrance - of soil, rain, and unsaid feelings. Love in those days wasn't loud; it grew quietly inside the heart, hidden like a pressed flower between diary pages and every morning in that city has a serene peace.) Ye kahani unhi dono ki hai - ek ladki jo duniya se kam, par khud se zyada ladti thi... aur ek ladka jise pyaar ki kadar thi par nibhaane ka darr bhi. Ek kahani un dino ki... jab pyaar bolne se pehle mehsoos hota tha. Jab ek hi nazar saari zindagi ka raasta badal deti thi. (This is their story - of a girl who fought less with the world and more with herself... and a boy who understood love but feared committing to it. A story of those days... when love was felt before it was spoken. When a single glance could change the direction of an entire lifetime.) Aur shayad... woh nazar abhi abhi mili hai. (And maybe... that glance has just happened.)

Sometimes love is just an illusion we create to escape the truth of loneliness. We fall in love not with the person, but with the idea of who we want them to be.