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බිඳුණු හිතක් සුවපත් කරනවාට වඩා අමාරුයි මැරුණු හිතක් සුවපත් කිරීම.. ඉතින් ඔහුට හැකිවෙයිද ඒ මැරුණු හිත සුවපත් කරන්න... ආර්‍ය × ආර්ති

"𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤!" ~ "𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝! 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭!" ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ "𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐢𝐭!" ~ "𝐛𝐮𝐭- 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞." ⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐖 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 | 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒. 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟓𝐭𝐡) #1 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐅 𝐨𝐟 𝟒𝟑𝟔 #7 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐨𝐟 𝟕.𝟓𝟔𝐊 #23 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐨𝐟 𝟑𝟓.𝟒𝐊 #4 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐨𝐟 𝟑.𝟑𝟕𝐊 #67 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐨𝐟 𝟓𝟏.𝟒𝐊 #15 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟎.𝟓𝐊 #13 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐨𝐟 𝟓.𝟕𝟏𝐊 #19 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐨𝐟 𝟏.𝟔𝟓𝐊 #22 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝟔𝟖𝟖 #18 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐖 𝐨𝐟 𝟐𝟕𝟓

Miley thought moving to a new city would be a fresh start. A new house. A new school. A life that finally felt like her own. But at Blackwood High, time doesn't move forward. Three days repeat themselves again and again, and Miley is the only one who notices. As the loop tightens, she begins to realize that the school is watching her - and that this cycle didn't start with her. Because some curses don't trap you forever. They let you escape... once.

The Gracious - Book One of The Gilt Series Edmund Crale died on a Tuesday. He expected nothing. He got Heaven - and Heaven is wrong. The village is beautiful. The people are warm. The woman who greets him knows his dead wife's name. Everything is exactly what it should be, and exactly is the wrong word for anything real. Perpetua has been here since 1348. She is genuinely kind. She is also feeding on the grief of every soul who passes through, taking the specific, irreplaceable weight of what they feel and leaving behind something that looks like a person and isn't quite. Edmund is a retired history teacher. He notices things. He makes a list. A psychological horror series set in a Heaven that got very, very old.

"I promised myself I'd keep this professional. But tonight, standing under the freezing rain of a London press tour, with his jacket wrapped around my shoulders and his thumb brushing the edge of my jaw...I realized the hardest part of this multi-million dollar movie wasn't going to be the acting." Imani Vance is determined to be more than just a famous last name and idolising parents. ⋆｡°✩ Dating rumours Slow burn

"Don't think of running, Rosiana. By pack law, you must be wedded to me." Rosiana's mind screams in protest at the cold decree that would chain her to the Alpha King. Rosiana Vale is a nineteen-year-old girl who has never known warmth; her life has been defined by the stench of industrial bleach and a father who branded her a "wolfless" burden. When she escaped to Blood Moon University, the younger prince, Nate, offered the first kindness she had ever known. But when tragedy claimed him, pack law forced this nightmare upon her: she is now bound to Lucien Blackthorne, a man of lethal shadows who views her as a mere glitch in his perfect system. How can she betray the memory of the only person who showed her humanity by marrying his brother just because of the pack law?

**"Duniya uski awaaz se pyaar karti thi. Ira uski khamoshi se kar baithi."** Ira ki zindagi bilkul normal thi. College, assignments, friends... aur music jo hamesha uske saath rehta tha. Phir ek raat usne ek awaaz suni. Ek aisi awaaz jo gaane se zyada kisi adhuri kahani jaisi lagti thi. Us awaaz ka sirf ek naam tha- **Noctis.** Ek masked singer jise poori duniya jaanti thi, lekin koi samajhta nahi tha. Na uska chehra. Na uska asli naam. Na woh dard jo uske har gaane ke peeche chhupa tha. Jab Ira us raaz ke kareeb jaana shuru karti hai, toh usse sirf ek insaan nahi, balki ek purani melody milti hai jo kabhi poori nahi hui. Ek melody jo kuch logon ko jod sakti hai... Aur kuch sachchaiyon ko hamesha ke liye badal sakti hai. Kabhi-kabhi dil tak pahunchne ke liye ek chehra nahi... Sirf ek awaaz hi kaafi hoti hai. A story about music, love, secrets, healing, and the melodies that refuse to be forgotten.

Serena Parker has always felt different. Growing up on Earth, she never imagined that strange dreams of stars, glowing constellations, and a forgotten kingdom meant anything. But when a chance encounter reveals her magical powers, Serena is swept away to Alfea, the most prestigious fairy school in the Magic Dimension. There, she meets seven extraordinary girls: a moon princess hiding her own secrets, a nature fairy with a heart of gold, a fearless lightning princess, a talented music fairy, an ocean royal, a crystal guardian, and a free-spirited wind fairy. Together, they form the Lumina Club. But while the girls learn magic, friendship, and love, a growing darkness threatens every world in the Magic Dimension. Three powerful witches from Cloud Tower are searching for an ancient force known as the Eternal Light-a legendary power connected to Serena's mysterious past. As secrets unravel and kingdoms fall into danger, the Lumina Club must discover what it truly means to be fairies, guardians, and heroes. And when friendship turns into something deeper, the girls learn that love may be the strongest magic of all.

Pitch to Pyaar - ft. AbhiMan Fanfiction A story born from imagination... but shaped into something that feels almost real. Set in the world of international cricket, media pressure, private emotions, and unexpected connections, this story follows two parallel love arcs that unfold quietly under public chaos. One story belongs to Meher & Shubman - a connection built on timing, distance, and emotions that grow without permission. The other belongs to Anvika & Abhishek - a bond full of chaos, teasing, emotional clashes, and comfort that neither of them expected to find. In a world where everything is watched, judged, and recorded... they learn what it means to feel something privately while living publicly. From stadium lights to silent conversations, from accidental meetings to unavoidable emotional shifts - every moment becomes part of a story that was never planned, but always meant to happen. This is not just about love. It is about what happens when love refuses to stay hidden.

This story depicts the general struggles and specific turmoil and alienation of an Indian woman. Riya is an under confident, over qualified woman whose day to day struggles are shown here which may seem personal or alien to you! Yes you! And then there is a man named Rishabh. When the coin is flipped, his observation and reflection makes the story a slow burn romance. Now let's start this.

I'm gay and slobber for Wrongo yeah uhm this is what autism does to the mentally ill This is satire. I am a satire person. And I genuinely yumeship with Wrongo. And I genuinely kin Purple Ringo. Ok. Okkk!!!!!!!

"And that's it! You don't have those kinds of feelings, and you certainly wouldn't have them for Mabel Tanaka." He finished his monologue with a smile, turned on the car, completely sure that he felt nothing for the young activist, and that all his actions were simply the genuine interest of a mayor in his citizens.

When Ehan Shehram Malik saw her for the first time as a tawaif, she stood in red-crimson lehenga, silver payal, mehndi on her hands and feet. He couldn't speak. And when Irha saw his face, her heart sank. She understood everything in a second. He was the one who had paid for her. Through her apaa. The man she was sent to that night. Her eyes filled instantly-anger, disgust... and a strange fear she couldn't explain. After Sharim's betrayal, she felt like she had nothing left. Her hand slowly moved to her dupatta pin. Ehan noticed. His heartbeat spiked. He didn't know why. As she started to remove it, he stepped forward in shock. I expected nothing less from you," she said coldly. "After all... you're Sharim's best friend. The dupatta slipped from her shoulders. Ehan froze. What are you doing? he asked low. She looked at him with sharp disgust. The same thing you came here for. Silence. Then Ehan bent down, picked up her dupatta from the floor... and gently placed it back over her shoulders.

The school yearbook was supposed to be finished three weeks ago. Then someone spilled iced coffee on the adviser's computer. Now half the files are corrupted, the deadline is impossible, and Lee Minho - who cares about the yearbook way too much - is forced to work with Han Jisung, who names folders things like "FINALfinal_USETHISONE.jpg". Between missing senior quotes, retake day disasters, late-night editing sessions, and a media room that smells permanently like instant noodles and printer ink, the two of them somehow become inseparable. It starts with arguments over page layouts. It ends with realizing some people become your favorite memory before you even notice it happening.

Another Romantic comedy Tavish wanted one simple solution to one complicated problem. What he got instead was Unnati. A zoology student with an overactive imagination, zero hesitation, and enough energy to turn even the most straightforward plan into complete chaos. Suddenly, two strangers are forced into a situation neither of them is fully prepared for. Armed with nothing but a notebook full of answers, a collection of questionable ideas, and a growing list of things that can go horribly wrong, they must convince everyone around them that everything is perfectly normal. It isn't. Because pretending is easy. It's the not pretending that becomes dangerous. A slow-burn romance full of humor, family meddling, unforgettable characters, and the kind of connection that sneaks up on you when you're busy looking the other way.

She was never the kind of girl who looked for love. Books were enough. Silence was enough. Until she met him. A library. Quiet shelves. Ordinary days. And a man who was never supposed to become her story. And still, something unspoken grew between them- not loud, not rushed, not allowed. This is not a story of falling in love. It is a story of what happens after you do. When love exists... but life refuses it. And sometimes, love doesn't end with loss. It ends with choice! (Based on true incidents) (Publishing once every three days) (If you are a Malayali, I recommend you read the original story.)

One year in Ireland. A lifetime of regret. And a secret nickname that still has the power to pull me back into the chaos. Returning to school was supposed to be easy. Then I saw Cecelia. Then she mentioned him. If you thought high school was hard, try coming back to it when the only person you actually want to see is the one person you're most afraid to face. They call him "Sugar," and he's been waiting for me to come home.

"How can something so broken mend another?" Raya disappeared without saying goodbye. The weight of her absence pressed into a silence Arthur could no longer endure. Days later, she wakes up with memories fozzy . Arthur claims she tore a rift through his family, and now Aaron-Xavier-the little one-needs her presence to heal from a past she knows not, a past that belongs to her but feels strange . With every breath, Raya is forced to face fragments of who she was. The past haunts her-though not as much as the aching realization of being needed more than she ever hoped to be. Arthur's overprotective concern slowly reveals itself as control. Breathing cannot be avoided, and neither can the past that follows us, no matter how far we run.

​Two players. One blood-stained crown. And a fated mate bond that feels more like a death sentence. ​Avery is a ghost. A packless rogue masquerading as a flawless human academic coordinator, she has spent her entire life blending in, running from a dark past, and keeping her lethal Lycan lineage buried deep beneath a silver scent-masker. She doesn't care about pack wars, territories, or Alpha Kings. She only cares about survival. ​Until her teenage brother is captured by the tyrannical King Magnus of the Crescent Pack. ​The terms of her brother's survival are simple: ruin the King's estranged son. ​Jake Crescent is a True Alpha-a 6'6" god of war who wants nothing to do with his father's corrupt throne. He wants freedom, a life at the university, and away from his family's bloodline. But when Avery orchestrates his brutal abduction and delivers him straight into his father's cages, his world fractures. ​Now, they are forced back onto the university campus in a deadly game of psychological warfare. Avery must serve as Jake's official "shadow," monitoring his compliance for the King. But returning to campus reveals a terrifying, cosmic joke: Jake is Avery's fated mate. ​Wounded, furious, and radiating a dark, possessive hunger, Jake is no longer the protective male she once knew. He is a betrayed prince who promises to make her suffer for every drop of blood she spilled. Avery must play the heartless traitress to keep her brother alive, even as the mate bond threatens to burn them both to ash. ​In a game where love is a weakness and trust is fatal, who will break first?