Bollywoodvibes Stories

When bubbly, dramatic Nidhi Aggarwal finds herself in a secret marriage with her strict assistant professor, Arnav Nanda, chaos and comedy unfold. With their families determined to unite their elder siblings, Nidhi and Arnav must pretend to be strangers on campus while navigating their growing feelings and hilarious mishaps.

"Do akele roye milke, milke dono Rab ke ghar mein..." 💔 Aarti has given up on love. After a heartbreak that shattered her faith, she believes love is nothing more than a cruel illusion. Deep, too, has been left behind by someone he loved, but unlike Aarti, he still believes in fate, in second chances, in love that stays. When their paths cross at a temple-two strangers, two wounded hearts-they don't realize that something bigger is at play. The universe keeps pulling them back to the same place, the same moments, as if whispering that some stories aren't written in the stars. Some stories are written in prayers. ✨ A slow-burn, healing love story about finding hope, faith, and love when you least expect it. Inspired by the heartfelt lyrics, "Do akele roye milke, milke dono Rab ke ghar mein."

- "Ap Jaisi Koi Nahi" > Kavya Kaur: full-on Punjabi sherni, always right, never wrong. Aarav Malhotra: Delhi ka most wanted, heartthrob, aur thoda sa overconfident. Jab ye dono takraate hain, college hil jaata hai! Par jab takraar ke beech pyaar ghus jaaye... toh kya hota hai? Enemies-to-lovers, drama, aur woh desi chemistry jo sirf India wale feel kar sakte hain. ☕🔥

Ek normal school day... ek missing friend... aur ek aisi jagah jahan rules normal nahi hain. Hum sab sirf Rewa ko dhoondhne nikle the... par khud kahaan aa gaye, pata hi nahi chala. Virtual reality jaisi duniya, player codes on our shirts, and a robotic voice saying - "Level 1 Unlocked." Kya yeh koi prank hai ya game ka part? Ya shayad... kuch aur hi? 🔥 Welcome to Parallel Class. Thoda suspense. Thodi bakchodi. Aur bohot saare secrets.

It started as a game. A spark. A teasing glance. Words meant to make her laugh. He was charming, reckless, untouchable and she laughed, played along, thinking she was safe. But she wasn't. They became friends. Close, indispensable, a constant in each other's life. Friends who stayed up late talking about everything and nothing. Friends whose casual touches made her heart race. Friends whose silences were louder than words. And she fell. Hard. Every laugh, every brush of his hand, every teasing smirk twisted her chest with longing she couldn't name. Desire. Need. Love. All of it collided inside her, leaving her dizzy, restless, desperate to know... what he felt. Sometimes, she thought she saw it , in the way his eyes lingered, in the messages he sent long after midnight, in that one glance that caught her off guard and made her heart seize. But he never said anything. Never gave her a clue. And she couldn't ask. Because friendship was everything. And risking it was unthinkable. But he... he felt something, she was sure of it. Something that burned in him quietly, dangerously. The way he paused when she laughed a little too loudly, the way his hand hovered near hers just a second too long, the way he noticed the smallest details about her. He didn't kiss her. He didn't act. But the restraint in him was heavy, almost unbearable. She wanted him. She ached for him. She needed to know if he wanted her too. And he maybe wanted the same, but neither of them dared cross the line. So they stayed in that fragile, electric middle ground: Close enough to crave, far enough to protect themselves. Every glance, every word, every almost-touch was a question neither dared answer.

A beautiful love story in the 90's theme. Here, Ayaan and sneha meet through a sankskrit dance club as Ayaan falls for her beautiful expressions and beauty. But Sneha is studying to move abroad. Will Ayaan be able to confess? How will they make long distance work if they have no social media like now times?

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--- 📖 Story Description: > It started with a look. Not a dramatic fall or some fairytale moment - just a regular Saturday. A tuition class. A question about Sunday. And her quiet answer: "I have guitar class tomorrow." He wasn't supposed to hear it. But he did. And suddenly, she wasn't just another girl in the crowd. She was the one who strummed strings and scribbled stars in the margins of her notebook. Akshara - the girl with smudged kajal, a messy tote bag full of stickers and dreams, and a voice soft like Sunday mornings. Naman - the boy who noticed things. Who never spoke unless he meant it. And when he did, it changed everything. Set in the heart of a bustling Indian town, this is a story of late-night DMs, unexpected confessions, slow-burning love, and the magic that hides between glances. Because sometimes, all it takes is one moment. One sentence. One person who hears you - even when you weren't speaking to them. > And from that moment on... your world is never quite the same. ---: #IndianRomance #TuitionLove #SlowBurn #WattpadLoveStory #DesiVibes #YoungLove #KajalAndGuitar #RomanticGlance #RealLove #BasedOnTrueStory

💫 Meher Kapoor has two goals this year: ✔️ Survive 12th grade ✔️ Avoid Riaan Malhotra at all costs But when a surprise school project forces her to work with her least favorite (and annoyingly charming) classmate, everything spirals into chaos - with a side of spilled chai, late-night texts, and feelings no one ordered. High school was supposed to be boring. This year? It's anything but.

They say dreams come true if you believe hard enough. I believed. For five years. Every single day. Like a psycho. And guess what? The universe actually listened. But like a typical toxic ex, it gave me exactly what I wanted-just not the way I wanted. Hi. I'm Adhira Thakur-sixteen, middle-class, dramatic (it's a lifestyle), and fresh meat at St. Varona High. No, it's not one of those elite "rich kids and scandals" kind of schools. It's a respected, no-nonsense kind of place. The kind that gives scholarships only after grilling your soul in entrance exams and background checks. My twin sister Era and I barely made it in-with stress-induced hairfall and enough prayers to qualify as part-time saints.But nothing-and I repeat, nothing-could have prepared me for what happened next. On day one, I tripped on thin air (classic me), fell like a Bollywood heroine in slo-mo, and then I was lifted-yes, lifted-In the bridal style (kill me) by a boy. Not any boy. A man. Ricardo Rizzuto. Or... wait... was it Rajveer Shekhawat? Because the thing is: My long-time internet crush-Ricardo, the 21-year-old Italian angel who helped cancer patients and looked like a walking Renaissance painting-apparently has the same eyes, same hair (that flops perfectly, unfairly), and the same entire freaking face as Rajveer Shekhawat, the 17-year-old 12th grader from Rajasthan's royal Shekhawat bloodline. How!? Are they twins? One person with two lives?? Is this a prank? Am I in a K-drama? He's either: 1. The Italian humanitarian I tried stalked social media with zero shame... or 2. The mysterious, brooding topper of our school who gives off "I could kill you with my pinky" energy. Either way, I'm in trouble. And this? This is just the beginning. Welcome to my life-a chaotic blend of middle-class struggles, dramatic monologues, and one very confusing, very hot boy with two names and one dangerously beautiful face. Cue the background music. © All rights are reserved |18+

They were never meant to be together... and yet destiny kept binding them. Two souls, poisoned by hate, scarred by betrayal - forced to face each other every single day because their families were inseparable. He burns with revenge, she hides her pain behind cold eyes. Every day they speak drips with venom, every glance feels like war. But in the shadows of anger, in the silence between their fights, something darker begins to grow - desire. Love wrapped in hate. Passion disguised as revenge. A war of hearts where both refuse to surrender, yet neither can walk away. When families celebrate, they bleed in silence. When the world sees friendship, they taste only fire. And when revenge becomes love, it's no longer about winning or losing... it's about surviving each other. "Hurt to Love" - because sometimes, the ones you hate the most... become the ones you can't live without.

#2 🄵🄾🅁🄲🄴🄳 🄱🅁🄸🄳🄴 🅂🄴🅁🄸🄴🅂 **************** Bound by vows, stitched by fate-will love be the final masterpiece? **************** Aditya Malhotra -the man who can charm the world with his smile and destroy it with his signature. A business tycoon who rules boardrooms with ruthless precision, yet treats life like an endless playground. Sharp mind, sharper tongue, and a smirk that spells trouble-he's the kind of man who wins wars with laughter and deals with a twinkle in his eye. If life's a game, he's already three moves ahead. Naina Sharma-the designer who doesn't just create outfits, she creates moments. A walking, talking Bollywood scene with sass sharper than a tailor's needle. She believes in dreams bigger than the grandest lehengas, in independence stronger than any stitched seam, and in love?-well, let's just say she'd rather be caught dead than caught in a forced marriage. But fate? Fate is the biggest drama director of all. A long-buried contract resurfaces-an alliance written in childhood, signed in secrecy, and now binding them in a wedding neither saw coming. One signature, and their fates are stitched together in silk. 🎭 "Shaadi? Teri? Meri? Haah!!! Kabhi nahi!" 😏 "Dare to run, Sharma. I love a good chase." One mischievous businessman. One over-the-top designer. One forced marriage that's anything but ordinary. Between wedding vows and warzones, between business deals and emotional duels-what happens when love stitches them together tighter than fate ever intended? But just when they think they have control, fate adds one final stitch. 💍 "You can fight it all you want, Naina... but what if I say you already lost?" Because in this unfinished love story, the final masterpiece is yet to be designed... Stay tuned to know more about Aditya & Naina Ishvika ✨

🌙 In the Name of Destiny Is dil mein pyar tha kitna, Woh jaan lete toh kya baat hoti... Humne manga tha unhe khuda se, Woh bhi mang lete toh kya baat hoti♡ --- 💫 Story Description: She was promised to the stars long before she learned to dream. He was born beneath a lineage of marble and gold - a prince of promises and silence. Aditya Durjit first met little Mithila at her rice ceremony - the girl with eyes wide as the moon, the one who tugged unknowingly at the thread of his fate. Years later, when time had painted distance between them, destiny brought them back - not in innocence, but in duty. Two royal Marwari houses, bound by pride and rivalry, choose peace through a marriage neither can refuse. Beneath chandeliers and ancestral portraits, love waits quietly - forbidden, fragile, and fierce. Mithila hides her heart behind grace; Aditya hides his behind pride. Yet in the hush of palace corridors, glances burn like incense, and silence speaks what centuries could not. In a world ruled by honour and legacy, will love still dare to bloom? Or will destiny, once again, demand its price? ✨ A slowburn of yearning, pride, and fate - where love walks barefoot through the corridors of power. --- 🎧 Playlist: 1. Noor-e-Khuda - My Name Is Khan 2. Ishq Mubarak Dard Mubarak - Tum Bin 2 3. Ehsas - Sahir Ali Bagga 4. Mann Mera - Table No 21 5. Maula Mere Maula - Anwar 6. Zaalima - Raees 7. Hona Tha Pyar - Bol 8. Ishq - Rahat Fateh Ali Khan 9. Laal Ishq - Ram-Leela 10. Kaangha - Coke Studio Pakistan --- 🕊️ Hashtags: #SlowburnRomance #DesiRoyalty #PakistaniDramaVibes #IndianElite #MarwariHeritage #ForbiddenLove #MarriageOfFate #PoeticLove #RoyalSlowburn #DestinedHearts #EmotionalDrama #SouthAsianRomance #LoveAndDuty #AestheticStory #WattpadIndia #InTheNameOfDestiny ---

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ She yanked the file from his hand, eyes flashing like storm-lit glass. "Stop hovering around me like some obsessed creep," she snapped voice sharp, but cracking with something way too dangerous to name. Reyan didn't flinch. Didn't back off. Instead, a slow, sinful smile tugged at his lips the kind that didn't just promise chaos... it warned of it. "Careful," he murmured, voice dark and amused, laced with something wicked. "Don't tempt me to prove how obsessed I can get." Her spine stiffened. The file was still clutched in her hand, but it wasn't about the file anymore. Not really. Not when he stepped closer. Not when her breath caught. Not when her chest brushed his, only the thin file between them, trembling in her grip. And not when his gaze dropped to her lips... like he already owned them. ♡.･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.♡ Meher Arora's only goal was to survive final year without drama, attention... or disturbance. Too bad Reyan Malhotra is all three. Hot. Shameless. Infuriating. And somehow always in her way. But when heated fights start feeling like foreplay, and stolen glances turn into something deeper... Enemies get harder to hate. And maybe impossible to resist. What happens when the boy you can't stand becomes the only one you can't stop thinking about? ♡.･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.♡ Tropes: ➺ Enemies to Lovers ➺ Grumpy x Sunshine ➺ College Romance ➺ Forced Proximity ➺ Protective Bad Boy ➺ He Fell First (and HARD) ➺ Chaotic BFF Group ➺ Desi Rom-Com ➺ Jhumka Girl Energy ➺ No Cheating or Breakup Join the chaos where hate simmers, sparks fly, and love gets way too close to handle. (Full Blurb Inside) ~ @kaurxwritess ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

🪬Two best friends. One summer break. Seven days of wedding chaos, neither of them asked for... but maybe needed.🪬 🧿Seventeen years of shared homework, temple visits, and sarcastic comebacks-that's all Aanya and Rohan have ever been to each other: best friends with zero romance. But when summer break hits, so does the bombshell-both sets of parents have been plotting their arranged marriage since forever. Now, between overexcited aunties, coconut-smashing rituals, and a seven-day wedding marathon, these two have to survive the most awkward "best friend-to-bride-and-groom" transformation in history. The problem is, somewhere between the mehendi disasters and dance-floor catastrophes... they start wondering if maybe-just maybe-the universe knew what it was doing. 🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿

A short story A blend of real life experience and a dream A lovestory that shows unbreakable bond without words They never spoke. Yet their hearts screamed in silence. A story of unspoken love, lost chances, and a reunion that heals everything. For those who believe in soft glances, quiet hearts, and fate's perfect timing. Read, feel, and don't forget to leave a little love in the comments.

ʟɪᴇꜱ , ʟᴇɢᴀᴄʏ , ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴏᴡʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ɴᴏ-ᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ! 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙃𝙀𝙀𝙍 𝙑𝙀𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙍𝘼 - 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑... 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝙃𝙀𝙀𝙍 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑙. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒... 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑎𝑟. 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑑ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓. 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑑ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐴𝑏ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑎𝑗 𝑀𝑎𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑟𝑎 (ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑑) 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 - 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑦. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚,

Blurb: She's not asking Santa for a miracle. She's not wishing for a new start. And she's definitely not asking for a certain drummer boy. All Diya Verma wants this Christmas is to survive her best friend's wedding without another heartbreak headline. Still reeling from a toxic breakup and clinging to her "no distractions" rule, she's focused on her law career, not love. But fate-or maybe a mischievous wedding planner-has other plans. Enter Veer Shergill: the tattooed, annoyingly charming drummer with a reputation louder than his music. Partnered with Diya in the week-long Christmas Challenge, Veer is all rhythm and rebellion-until one stubborn lawyer in an emerald bridesmaid dress throws his heartbeat off-beat. It's supposed to be just a fling. A holiday mistake wrapped in mistletoe and denial. But one look into her eyes-those quiet, untouchable naina-and Veer knows he's already ruined. Because love wasn't on either of their wish lists... but it's the only thing they might find under the tree.

And suddenly, all the love songs echoed his name. *He fell first, she fell harder* ★ Janani Singh is an outspoken, ambitious girl who earns a place at one of the city's most prestigious colleges, owing to her top-notch grades and academic brilliance. She constantly dreams of a future beyond the ordinary-one filled with success, fortune, and a life carved by logic-not love. But when she begins working on a project with her classmate Vaibhav Sharma, an unexpected friendship blossoms. And with it, quiet tremors begin to shake her once unshakable beliefs. She tells herself it's nothing, that she's not falling for him-but the heart has a language logic cannot decode. And sometimes, the universe gently leads you to what's truly yours, even when you've sworn not to look. Soon, she finds her mindset shifting from "paisa, ghadi, mehenga ghar" to "tujhe sang sukhi roti bhaaye," and when that happens, her tough exterior breaks to reveal a girl falling madly in love with the boy of her dreams. ★ Vaibhav Sharma is the embodiment of golden retriever energy-effortlessly good-looking and a master of getting out of any tricky situation using his charm. But when he meets his driven, deadline-loving project partner-who sees the world through goals and guarded realism-his carefree world begins to tilt. He falls for her messily and desperately, and somewhere between those unshared feelings, he realizes that love isn't always poetic-it's purposeful. To win Janani's heart, he must grow, evolve, and prove that the idea of forever can be beautiful-if they're shared with the right person. As he stumbles through the whirlwind of teenage and adulthood, the boy who never put in effort for anything finds himself drawn into the world of someone who surprises him at every step, slowly transforming him into a man willing to do anything for the girl he loves. ~ a Desi teen romance (2 more love stories included) Kaise bataye kyu tujhko chahe, yaara bata na paaye <3