He is alpha. She is softness. Abhishek doesn't ask. He decides. The world listens. Elina loves quietly. She trusts easily. She bends without realizing she is bending. At first, his dominance feels like protection. His rules feel like care. His jealousy feels like love. Until it doesn't. He doesn't shout. He doesn't beg. He simply withdraws, commands, and expects. And she slowly starts losing pieces of herself trying to fit into his world. This isn't a simple lovestory. It's power. It's possession. It's love turning dark before either of them notices.

He is dark, toxic, arrogant, a man who wants nothing except her body for one night. She is shy, soft, breathtaking, innocent without trying, a girl who doesn't even know she's the kind men desire.

- where love sinks deep, not loud In a world that celebrates noise- stadiums, headlines, expectations- two souls learn the language of quiet. He lives under floodlights, where mistakes are remembered and silence is heavy. She lives between words, where stories matter more than applause. From different cultures. Different worlds. Bound by restraint, responsibility, and unspoken feelings. This is not a love story that rushes. It waits. It listens. It stays. Gehra hua here means drowning in love It means feeling something deeply enough to never be the same again. Hello, goofies! This is my first story in the ICT series. I hope you enjoy it. This story is inspired by the Bollywood movie 2 States. As I am a fresher in writing, there may be some mistakes-please feel free to correct me and share your feedback.

Book 1 of Cricket Romance Series. 🎀 A charming, famous cricketer is adored by fans for his talent and charisma, but off the field, he is surprisingly humble and playful. An ordinary girl, grounded, funny, and completely unaware of his celebrity life, crosses paths with him in the most unexpected way. When their worlds collide through a chaotic, everyday mishap sparks fly, playful banter ensues, and a slow-burning connection begins. Amid cricket matches, public appearances, and the pressures of fame, their accidental encounters turn into small, heartwarming moments of intimacy and laughter.🎀 It's a soft, flirty, and cozy romance: full of charm, mishaps, and tender moments that prove love can find its way in the most unexpected places.

#1 of the love series. He rose slowly, still holding her hands. She stepped closer. Closer. So close that the boat rocked faintly beneath them. Then, standing on her toes slightly, she reached up and held his shoulders to steady herself. He instinctively moved his hands to her waist so she wouldn't lose balance. The anklets chimed softly and then.. she bent her head forward.. slowly. Her forehead touched his. The red kumkum on her forehead brushed against his skin, leaving a faint, sacred mark just above his brows. He froze. Neither of them moved. Her eyes were closed and his breath stopped.. the contact was simple. Sacred. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but steady. "If you are my light," she murmured, her forehead still resting against his, "then let me mark you as mine before the world does." She lowered herself slowly, but didn't move away. Her eyes searched his. "You don't need a ring to bind me," she said softly. "And I don't need a ceremony to know what you mean to me." Her fingers brushed the red mark she had left on him. "This," she smiled faintly, "is my answer. My acceptance." His fingers tightened unconsciously around her waist. "I am yours," she whispered. "And you are mine. Not for a moment. But for every day that comes after." And she slowly moved into his embrace and hugged him, holding him a little tighter than usual, like she never wanted to let go. They stayed there for a while longer, not speaking. Everything you're about to read is true... but I've never confessed to him in real life. The story ends with a plot twist my real life hasn't caught up to yet. This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- Happy reading 🩷

"𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦?" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢. 𝘔𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘢𝘫 𝘬𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘵𝘢." 🦋 Life as a medical resident is already hard for Poorvi. It gets more complicated when she crosses paths with an old classmate, who's now a bollywood star. Samar is already too cheeky for her liking, and drama follows him everywhere. Poorvi finds herself unsure if she's more annoyed by his fame or by how much he's starting to grow on her. After getting his name on three blockbusters in a year, Samar involuntarily lands himself in a hospital. But somehow, the doctor treating him seems to be doing more for his recovery than any IV drip could. Poorvi is all about rules, boundaries, and keeping her private life exactly that: private. Samar thrives in the spotlight, where boundaries blur and emotions often spill over. Doctors are too busy to date, and actors apparently never commit. 🦋 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴: 𝘈𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘹 𝘋𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘺 𝘹 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘖𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘏𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 Trigger Warning: Eating Disorder, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Abuse, Cheating (not between main characters)

He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

(sai sudharsan x fem!oc) London summers, cutesy bookstores, steaming elakkai tea, and A.R. Rahman music.

NEEDS EDITING He had loved her since the day he had seen her. He was always there, watching her from a distance, witnessing her happy and sad moments. His heart had only longed for her. She believed that love is an illusion, true love doesn't exists. Love destroys hearts and homes, but she was unknowingly falling for him. Her efforts of ignoring him, not loving him never worked and at last she fell for him, hard. He healed a piece of her soul that he never broke, made her believe that love exists and it is the most blissful feeling in the world. He made her his, Adhyay's Akriti