90sromance storie

Ritu never dreamed of love - she dreamed of freedom, of books, and of writing her own story someday. But destiny had its own plans... and his name was Aman Verma. A marriage arranged by family, sealed by rituals, and filled with awkward silences soon starts to bloom in ways neither expected. Between shyness, care, and quiet glances, two strangers slowly become each other's home. Because sometimes, the most beautiful love stories don't begin with "I love you" - they begin with "Namaste."

Abrie Warren never expected a Portland synagogue wedding to change her life - but that was before Judd Nelson walked in wearing sunglasses indoors and looking at her like she was a plot twist he didn't see coming. Abrie finds herself swept into the warm, chaotic orbit of Judd's sisters, his unhinged actor friends, and the kind of chemistry that feels like a long‑take in a 90s indie film.

Kahani Prem, Sapne aur Samarpan ki Kahani Radha aur uske Shyam ki Kahani us gaav ke talaab ki jaha se ye sab shuru hua Dive inside to know more!!

Mia met Theo at a quiet party in Rio de Janeiro - one night, one conversation, one kiss. It should have been a fleeting moment. But life had other plans. He went to the United States. She escaped to Europe. Twenty years passed, full of missed chances, heartbreak, and almosts... yet neither of them could forget the love that started it all. A slow-burn romance across continents, time, and the kind of love that never lets go.

This narrative follows the journey of a young man as he comes of age and navigates through the complexities of life. Born in the 90s, he is surrounded by the timeless themes of music, love, and forgiveness. Through his experiences, he discovers what truly matters to him and how to pursue his passions in life. This coming-of-age story delves into the experiences of a person born in the 90s. It explores themes of music, love, and the challenges of forgiveness. The book weaves a captivating tale of personal growth and the complexities of relationships. Join this protagonist on their journey as they navigate life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. Experience the coming-of-age story of a 90s kid, through the soundtrack of a generation." 90s Baby now available @ sfmza.com

Everyone knew exactly who he was. "The unfortunate kid who went missing," He was never missing. And now he has a second chance of life rather in the form of something else.. And that something was a life long enemy. Bill Cipher.

Set against the nostalgic backdrop of schoolyards and quiet tuition gardens, this tender 90's tale follows the fleeting, unspoken connection between a quiet, mysterious girl and Mustafa, the thoughtful outsider. Through subtle glances, accidental touches, and soft gestures, their story unfolds in silence and sunlight, revealing the delicate beauty of unspoken emotions. Not every meeting is meant to bloom into love, and not every connection lasts-but some encounters leave behind a lasting warmth, a gentle flutter of curiosity, and a memory that lingers like the soft glow of a fading afternoon. This is a story of quiet fascination, subtle charm, and the bittersweet beauty of moments that remain etched in the heart forever.

About my ocs Cam and John :D

writing as i think, not about anyone i know or myself, just for fun :)

Emma travels to the past using a magical ring to meet her grandparents, while she's there she seems lost and was in search of them, while William a mischievous young tailor caught sight of emma and could not take his eyes off her. he decides to find who emma was looking for. And do they end uo finding them? Is it safe for emma to be friends with a man who's her parents age in the present world

A recognizable fact is that the world is shit and no one particularly asks to take part in it, it's more that we are born and are tormented enough that we find peace in what seems to be chaos. Lives can be so different in the fact that two people can do the same thing and one person can seem like a god for their actions while the other has scrutinized. Should the world lick the shoes and dance around a man who would disregard them in a heartbeat, then that would be their choice. Should they beat and brutalize a woman who had been slaving away for them... the man would show them what true hell looked like. Emotion doesn't have to parade through if you just recognize things for what they are and because of that the brunette woman often finds herself being empty with a never-ending supply of sarcasm. Working two day jobs and pursuing a career in investment on the side, she believes her life is complete. After being alone for so long the use of friends is unnecessary and the thought of love even less significant. A fuck all attitude but a nurturing nature that she can't avoid proves less of a blessing than a burden when a largely recognized businessman stumbles into her dinner after a series of unfortunate events. One lives inviting death while the other craves it. A woman with a naturally flirty attitude and a teasing nature, alongside a man that longs for death as if it might never come, his manipulative nature with a stone-cold glare often disrupted by a flustered look that can only be achieved by her. With a shit tone of 70's, 80's and 90's romance and events that both hopeless romantics will find more awkward than sweet, should they bring hell together first or will one find their love for death before their love for the other? They'll bring chaos to the business empire and make the world taste hell with sarcasm, flirting, and manipulation, a smirk upon their red-flushed faces that will be quickly hidden. Sadistic bastards, what a shit show they will make.

Nia and Malik catch each other's eye although they are teenagers of different backgrounds. Despite their peers confusion of their relationship, they stick by each other no matter what comes in their way. Taking place in Los Angeles, year 1996.

Katalino's face was well known. He left his mark so that everyone would remember his golden eyes, and everyone at the clubs remembers him from the last time he appeared. But this time, he made an impression on someone he had no idea remembered him; he watched him from the shadows, keeping his gaze fixed solely on him in a room full of drunken people, and Nicolai Goldwater is after him. It was up to Katalino to be wanted. How long will it take him to stop dancing to the sound of his happiness and freedom? Before Nicolai and Katalino learn to love one another and dance to their love, how long does the mixtape last?

City: Ahmedabad, Year: 1990 Naina Agarwal, a quintessential good girl popularly known among her classmates as that "padhaku" girl, had big hopes in her little eyes. Her life had always revolved around her family and her academics. The dreamy place of love was too far from her which she never bothered to look upto. Until now. Sameer Maheshwari, the happy-go-lucky guy, known for his charm and his popular Salman Khan hairstyle, which had made every young girl drool over back in the early 90s, entered a new city, a new school and his life too changed to something new when he first "almost" collided with her. Something in her made him lost. For the first time ever in his life where everyone left him, he found something to hold on. Forever. The 90s romance, friendship and life truly had something magical in them🥀

|SAMPLE Chapters| Prequel of Mr. Chief Minister They say marriage is just a word, but only those who live it know the weight it carries. Naintara felt that weight the day her father whispered his quiet advice before her wedding, words that stayed with her like invisible chains. Now, wrapped in her bridal veil, she waited for the man whose name had become her destiny, Shekhar Raichand. She had only seen him once in a newspaper photograph: calm eyes, cold posture. Tonight she would meet him not as a stranger, but as a wife. Her friends' teasing still echoed in her ears; promises of a beautiful first night had made her blush. And after Sonarika and Vikram's wife whispered their own hints, her heart had raced even more. She had dreamed of slow, tender love, of a voice that would call her name softly. After years of loneliness following her mother's death, she finally hoped for a family, just as her Bauji had said. Shekhar's few words during their rare conversations had already carved a place for him in her heart. There was no fear left in her now; only anticipation to finally see him. Her pulse quickened as footsteps neared. She lifted her veil, then quickly lowered it again, cheeks burning. The door opened. For a single heartbeat, she imagined warmth, tenderness... everything she'd been told. What came instead was nothing like the stories. A sharp, furious voice sliced through the silence. "What are you doing in my room?" She flinched. Before she could speak, Shekhar seized her wrist, his grip cold and punishing. "Wh-what have I done, ji?" she trembled. Just minutes ago downstairs, everything seemed fine. What changed? He gave no answer. He pulled her off the bed, pushed her toward the door, his movements mechanical like she had committed a crime she didn't understand. And then, with a finality that shattered her heart, he said, "There's no place for you in my life or my room. You're only Jagdish Raichand's daughter-in-law... not my wife." The door slammed shut.