Historias de Architects

It involves around the lives of Vijay and Kaveri. IT'S NOT AN AGREEMENT MARRIAGE kind of story. Kindly please don't mistake the word 'PACT' Phase 1 - The Roommates Phase 2 - The Marriage Pact Phase 3 - life after marriage It's a Vika's fanfiction. Give your support for this story.

​ရောမရဲ့ အနုပညာတွေကြားကနေ ဗိဿနိုးမြို့ရဲ့ ဆိပ်ကမ်းဟောင်းဆီကို ရောက်လာတဲ့အခါ... နှင်းဆီဒီး တွေ့လိုက်ရတာက အဆောက်အဦးဟောင်းတွေ မဟုတ်ဘူး။ နာကျင်မှုတွေကို တက်တူးအဖြစ် ထွင်းထုထားတဲ့ လူငယ်လေး တစ်ယောက်ပဲ။ ​ခမ်းမိုင်ရဲ့ လက်မောင်းက မြွေတက်တူး၊ ကျောကပ်က ဖီးနစ်စ်ငှက်နဲ့ ဗိုက်ပေါ်က နှင်းဆီပွင့်... ဒီတက်တူးတွေက ဘာကို ဖုံးကွယ်ထားတာလဲ? ​"ကျွန်တော့်ကို မချစ်ပါနဲ့... ကျွန်တော်က ခင်ဗျား တည်ဆောက်ချင်တဲ့ ပုံစံတကျ ဗိသုကာလက်ရာတစ်ခု မဟုတ်လို့ပဲ။"

"He builds walls. She's the only one who knows how to break them." To Ekansh, architecture is about control. To Shivanshi it's about truth. When the stoic, overprotective senior meets the reserved, observant fresher, the foundation of his carefully ordered world begins to crack. Set against the monsoon-soaked bricks of Ahmedabad, this is a story of tradition, ambition, and the silent spaces between words. Give this story a chance. Tropes✨: Senior × Junior (college) Architecture students Enemy's to lover Slow burn Protective sibling bond Quiet, emotionally reserved male lead Honest, female lead Slow character growth College life realism (studios, deadlines, pressure) Past trauma shaping present choices

SAN FRANCISCO SERIES 2 Some loves are simply about being present for the duration of what's real, about choosing someone with full knowledge of the cost, about walking toward the edge because the view along the way is worth the falling. I walked toward it. She was worth every step. And maybe that's what makes it what it is. Not tragic. That word is too easy, too dramatic, too borrowed from stories that haven't earned it. Just true. Just real. Just the specific weight of two people who loved each other within the limits of their circumstances, who tried within the architecture of almosts they'd built around themselves, who were - from the very beginning, from the first haiku pressed into her hands at a café table in San Francisco - always going to be almost. Never quite ours. In every universe, I find you first. Even saying goodbye.

The world didn't end with a bang or a whimper; it ended with a [System Update]. ​When Reality merged with the hyper-lethal RPG Aethelgard, humanity scrambled for high-tier classes and raw power. They saw a world of magic; Kael saw a world of broken code. As a former "Ghost Tester" for the very company that triggered the Collapse, Kael knows the truth: the System isn't a gift, it's a harvest. ​His sister has been branded as the "Holy Saint," a title that's nothing more than a glorified battery for the System's endgame. To save her, Kael must remain a "Classless" glitch, exploiting the Golden Ratio Resonance, a mathematical loophole that grants him the power of a god at the cost of being hunted as a virus. In a world obsessed with leveling up, Kael is busy rewriting the rules.

SAN FRANCISCO SERIES 1 - All I had left was a fragment, a fading memory of the melody we once made together. A ghost song that haunted the empty spaces of my chest, playing just quietly enough that I couldn't ignore it but not clearly enough to truly hear it anymore. They say you never forget your favorite song. But what they don't tell you is how much it hurts when all you have left of it is the echo-when the record is broken, the notes scattered, and the person who sang it with you has become a stranger. What they don't tell you is that sometimes, the music stops too soon. And sometimes, you're left holding nothing but the silence where a symphony used to be. Started: July 30, 2021 End: November 3, 2021

The first time he noticed her, it wasn't because she was beautiful. It was because she didn't move. In the far corner of the university library, beneath the tall windows that overlooked the city skyline, she would sit for hours-head slightly tilted, fingers flying across her notebook, completely absorbed. No phone. No distractions. Just fierce concentration. Still, yes... she was beautiful. Not in the loud way some students were. But in the quiet way-the kind that made you look twice and then wonder why you were still looking.

Архитектурата има правила, но сърцето - никога. Тя е млада жена, свикнала да изгражда планове и да следва чертежи, но животът ѝ се оказва по-сложен проект от всяка сграда. В живота ѝ влиза човек, който променя всичко... или може би не е единственият. Между амбиции, тайни и чувства, които отказват да се подчинят, тя ще трябва да избере коя конструкция заслужава да устои - тази на разума или тази на сърцето.

Backed by horrible life experiences, Aisha Ahmad Makama has reasons to believe men only complicate things. Consequently, she dedicates her life to painting, wearing floor-length jilbabs and cultivating a hard-earned reputation for not receiving second glances from men. That is, until a single greeting on a Wednesday afternoon shatters her carefully-crafted life. Aisha is forced to confront the unsettling presence of Abdullah Umar Kallamu, a man who carelessly breaks her reputation by daring to dart a second glance in her direction, making a promise to never see her again. It isn't hard to hate Aisha at first sight- she is insane, messy, uncouth, not his type, and unlike all the women Abdullah Umar Kallamu had ever met. Abdullah is also not a challenge to dismiss. He is egotistical, the kind of man who easily receives attention from dumb women- the kind Aisha Ahmad Makama has never been a part of. Both Abdullah Umar Kallamu and Aisha Ahmad Makama are prepared to be sworn enemies. But life upends expectation. They find themselves falling in love. Ironically, for the very same reasons they initially hated each other.

In the sterile, high-definition halls of Saint Gabriel Academy, Amara Rivera is the "Real-Life Barbie"-a 173 cm masterpiece of silk, soft-glam, and stifling expectations. But behind her porcelain perfection lies a girl suffocating in a gilded cage, desperate for a life she hasn't been groomed to lead. Enter Savannah Valeria, the 168 cm "Shadow" from the back row. A scholarship student who spends her dawns at the Municipal Fish Market, Savannah's world is one of salt, diesel, and the gritty poetry of survival. She has no room for dolls, and Amara has no place in the dirt. Forced together by a school project, the two find an unlikely sanctuary on a weathered green bench by a highway beach. It is here, between the roar of the traffic and the infinite pull of the tide, that the "Queen Bee" and the "Market Girl" strip away their masks. As Amara trades her diamonds for sea glass and Savannah lets down her guard, they discover a truth that their polarized worlds won't allow. The Sound of the Waves is a story of defiant love and shattered pedestals. When a single leaked photo threatens to destroy Savannah's livelihood and Amara's legacy, they must decide: will they retreat into the safety of their roles, or will they break the porcelain for a chance at something real?

THE SILENT LEDGER "He was the Vibe. I was the Structure. He thought he was the Architect of my ruin until he realized I designed the floorboards." Anna Sterling spent a decade as the invisible engine behind her husband's corporate empire, believing they were a team. But on their tenth anniversary, a discovery of forged signatures and offshore accounts reveals the truth: Lucas isn't just a husband; he's a predator planning to bankrupt her for a younger woman. Now, the woman who built the foundation is ready to collapse the house. Spanning forty years of high-stakes corporate warfare, The Silent Ledger is a cold, calculated "Good For Her" revenge story. It's a journey of a woman who stops being the "glue" and starts being the legacy proving that in a world of silver-tongued liars, the person who keeps the books always wins. One woman. Two decades of secrets. Zero mercy.

♾️ "Wanting someone was never wrong, it only became a mistake when you thought they belonged to you" ---------- ♾️ ---------- XAYRILLE, a happy-go-lucky lady. She never really cared about what people around, would think of her. Everyone thinks she doesn't have any problems, because her life is full of happiness and joy. But the thing is, she's not really like that. Her father left them, her parents got separated, their marriage doesn't work anymore. Despite being a happy and jolly lady, Xayrille is a kind of girl who really craves and wants for something she knows she can't ever have from the start. On the other side she will meet her one and only boy best friend, way back their high school days. Zacharry is a man who is every girl's dream and want. He's the guy who will always be every girl's ideal man. But for Xayrille, Zach is her best friend. But being best friends with Zach doesn't mean she never has feelings towards this man. But Xayrille sees herself falling for her Best Friend. Will she get her Best Friend? Will they want more than being best friends? Or she'll just want her best friend for the rest of her life? It's "Wanting Someone Special" ---------- ♾️ ---------- This is the second story in this series. I hope you all are still supporting me at this one. Thank you everyone. Status: Completed [Slightly Edited] Date Started: Nov. 17, 2021 Date Ended: May 17, 2022 Book Cover by: @allydo_arts on twt

They say we are all tied to our soulmate by an invisible red string, but these two are tangled in a whole mess of them. Every time they try to move apart, fate pulls them back together. The problem? They actually can't stand each other. But when their careers hit rock bottom, they are forced to make a deal: pretend to be the perfect couple to stay in their respective career. It's supposed to be a simple act with a clear exit strategy-just a few months of fake smiles and staged sweetness. But playing a role becomes dangerous when the feelings start to feel less like a script and more like the truth. Now, they have to decide if they are just following a contract, or if those red strings were trying to tell them the truth from the very beginning.

Copyright ©️ 2024 . All rights reserved. Fire blazed in her eyes . Her jaw was clenched and her face was contorted with rage as she stared at him. The mere look at him made her this angry , talkless of spending three whole hours with him in the same room. Loathe. Hatred. Abhorrence. Despise .execrate.detest....are the words that describe what she feels towards him. But the feeling is equally mutual. He hates her as much . He hates the way she defeats him in everything he does , he hates the way she calls his name , he hates the way she does everything perfectly without any mistakes , he hates the way snatched his position in the school but most importantly, he hates her guts ! Facing each other from opposite chairs, a table separating them, their eyes engaged in a fierce stare-down. Within moments, they simultaneously stood up, their patience exhausted. "That's it , I'm done here , this is impossible " she declared, packing her belongings. " definitely not !" he concurred, his rare agreement to what she said laced with frustration. He gave the table a dismissive kick, stepped around her, and sauntered off with a carefree swagger. *** Fauziyya kabeer shettima _the only daughter of the vice-president of nigeria __has got everything life has to offer , Be it money , brains, education, talent , loving family , looks and what not ? Her life was void of any trouble until she changed school and met him. Muhseen ahmad dantata. The arrogant snobby , rude , narcissistic and egoistic son of the richest man in Africa. Coming from a billionaire family with busy parents made him what he was. Muhseen was used to ruling conrad international school. He was used to having Eighty percent of students wrapped round his finger until she arrived and became a rebel to his leadership. In their world of enmity , fate decided to play with them by bringing them closer through every possible means. Would their hatred permutate to love ? Written by mairarajh .

It begins with an arranged marriage proposal sent to Sreesha Mehra, a talented interior designer who never believed marriage fit into her carefully independent life. She plans to reject it until a single photograph unsettles her resolve. The man in the picture, Adhrit Singhania, has no interest in marriage. A brilliant CEO and the architectural mind behind one of the top ten architecture and interior design firms, he dismisses the proposal without hesitation. Sreesha joins his firm as an interior designer, and Adhrit becomes her boss. An accident rewrites their paths. Between site visits, design boards, and late evenings behind closed cabins, attraction turns into love neither of them planned. But love built on intention and truth are two very different things. Sreesha stumbles upon a truth she was never meant to find, a hidden motive. She realises that not everything between them was born from honesty. What once felt real now feels carefully constructed, and by the time Adhrit understands what he has lost, trust has already slipped through his fingers, knowing that somewhere along the lies, he truly fell in love. Can love survive when it started with deception, or do some secrets leave wounds too deep to heal?

Some walls aren't meant to stay up forever. Meerab Malik has spent a decade perfecting the art of keeping her emotions close to her chest. She's successful, independent, and completely over her first heartbreak-or so she thinks. But when fate brings her face-to-face with her family friend, the reason why her heart broke into pieces all those years ago, the years of careful emotional construction threaten to come undone. Murtasim Khan remembers the brilliant girl who used to hide behind books and oversized clothes. What he doesn't expect is the stunning woman who can hold her own in designer clothing and sharp comebacks. Intrigued by her transformation and determined to scratch this new veneer, he's not backing down-even when she acts more adversarial than friendly. When old wounds resurface alongside undeniable attraction, Meerab must decide whether to risk her carefully guarded heart. Will she let herself be drawn into his world-deeper than she ever imagined, faster than she's prepared for? Or will the memory of being invisible to him prove stronger than the fire burning between them now? **This story will eventually have mature themes. Please read at your own discretion.**

Three centuries of silence. One woman's curiosity. A debt that could consume the world. Elara Vance is a journalist who specializes in uncovering secrets, but she wasn't prepared for Blackwood Manor. Hidden deep in the Illinois woods, the estate is a masterpiece of architectural impossibility-and home to Kaelen Blackwood, a man who hasn't aged a day since 1724. Kael is the "Heart" of the house, trapped by an ancient blood-debt signed by Elara's own ancestor. To the world, he is a myth. To the shadowy Ouroboros Group, he is a battery of eternal energy. But to Elara, he is a man drowning in a sea of time. As Elara peels back the layers of her family's dark legacy, she discovers she isn't just a visitor-she is the Architect, the only one with the power to rewrite the curse. But freedom has a price. To save the man she's falling for, Elara must dismantle a global conspiracy and face a terrifying truth: In the game of immortality, someone always has to pay.

A single train ride. A fleeting conversation. A connection that refuses to fade. In a city that never stops moving, two strangers cross paths for only a handful of minutes - an accidental encounter on a crowded train. They exchange nothing more than a few words, a borrowed smile, and a trace of unspoken understanding... yet something indescribable lingers.

Due to some consequences, Lavanya and Atharva were forced into an arranged contract marriage. But they neither loved each other, nor were comfortable with each other, yet they were tied in a forced relationship. The ones who didn't believed in love, how will they be able to bloom their relationship? Will they survive? Lavanya, having a deep past, will she be able to overcome it? Or will it again face her? Will Atharva be able to handle her? Or will he leave her at her cost? Atharva is also having a past which is not permitting him to get married, will he ever be comfortable with her? Will Lavanya understand him? To know all the answers to these questions, continue with the story below which you are searching for!!! Started on : 24th March, 2025 Ended on :

Maybe, Just Maybe! It all started with a message I shouldn't have replied to: "How can I snatch you away from your man?" I thought it was a joke... but little did I know, that one reply would change everything. One DM. One unexpected love. Maybe, just maybe... He was just a random DM she never expected, sent without a second thought. She was someone he never imagined falling for. Two hearts from opposite worlds, brought together by a single message, clashed, laughed, and slowly discovered a connection neither could ignore. Through late night chats, stolen moments, and the quiet ache of longing, they realized love doesn't always wait to be planned... sometimes, it just happens. Maybe, just maybe, happiness can come from the most unexpected places.