Desigirl Stories

Hello everyone this is my first story and I hope you like it. Well, I'm not a writer just wanted to try writing one...so if there are any errors please forgive me. Let the story begin. Nathaniel Work .. yeah that has become my main now, my life isn't going anywhere, the same routine work and the responsibilities of a CEO. Feels good right, but let me tell you this you are so wrong about it. And to add to that I don't have a secretary well since I fired the last one, that's a whole other story. Arushi Being born as the youngest daughter might feel as though you are the pampered princess of the house right, but you're not entirely wrong about it. But my family never allows me to stay out for a single day and so you can imagine the shock they feel when I say I'm doing my master's in England.

A Desi × Arab Enemies-to-Lovers Romance > She was fire wrapped in jasmine. He was sandstorms cloaked in silence. When Ruha, a sharp-tongued South Indian girl with dreams bigger than her borders, transfers to an elite Arab international school in Riyadh, she expects boredom, strict rules, and desert heat-not a boy with eyes like midnight storms. Zayd Al-Faris is everything she hates: cold, proud, untouchable-and heir to a powerful Arab business empire. She's loud, unapologetic, and dances to Bollywood songs in the hallway. He watches from afar, judging... or is he secretly enchanted? But when a school project forces them to work together, sparks fly. The line between hate and heart begins to blur. Family expectations, cultural traditions, and old wounds threaten to pull them apart before they even begin. Can two worlds, two hearts, and two moons ever meet beneath the same sky?

Aditi Prasad has always stood out at Auckland Grove High, but not for the reasons she wants. Despite the school's elite status and glittering halls, Aditi, a confident and proud Indian girl with a curvy figure, finds herself the target of relentless bullying from the cheerleading squad led by the stunning but ruthless Tiffany Monroe. But Aditi is no ordinary target-she always has a comeback, refusing to be silenced or ashamed of her heritage. Then there's James Castillo, the school's revered rugby captain with a reputation for flings but no feelings. When Aditi finds herself alone in a room with him at a party, sparks fly in a way neither of them expected. As their worlds collide, James is drawn to Aditi in ways he can't explain, and Aditi is left questioning if there's more to James than meets the eye. In a world where appearances are everything, can Aditi and James navigate the complexities of attraction, identity, and the invisible walls that divide them? Beneath the Surface is a story of unexpected connections, the courage to stand out, and the power of being true to oneself

A story of a princess and a prince . A girl who never got love and a man never loved anyone. "Siya..." Rudra's voice shattered, falling to his knees. She was cold. As if her soul was trapped somewhere between life and death. > "Siya... aankhein kholo... dekho main aa gaya hoon... tumhara Rudra aa gaya hai..." He pulled her into his arms, cradling her head, pressing trembling kisses to her forehead. He was shaking, gasping - panicking. > "SIYAAA!! Baby... aise mat karo... aankhein kholo... kuch toh bolo yaar..." She didn't move.His heart? It just... stopped. His body went still. His chest heaved, but no breath followed. > Rudra Rathore, the lion of Rajasthan, stopped breathing. Right there. With her body in his arms. "RUUUDRAAAA!!!" . ......................

"When the Starboy crosses paths with the Stargirl, bound by the threads of destiny, where will fate lead them? Do you believe they are truly destined to be together?"

A Brit Sikh girl; a Punjabi Muslim man; what could go wrong?

A girl named isha 1 year college student who doesn't like relationship and all and also she don't believe in love because of this GEN 'Z generation. And she has a secret crush on the boy who is elder to her 6, 7yrs since 3 year back when she was 15. She didn't tell anyone neither to her college friend nor to her Best friend. Because she thinks she is not preety enough to be loved and she know if she tell the truth to the doctor or her friends they will make fun of herr...........

📝 Story Description: She transferred to escape the mess she left behind. He was already there - quiet, poetic, watching. At Lumbini Institute, everyone has secrets. Some are written in pencil. The worst ones are stained in ink.

"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐤- 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬." In a world where love is a battlefield, and trust is a war cry, two souls cross paths, carrying wounds deeper than their silence. This isn't a tale of soulmates- It's about those who survived love without being saved by it. Beyond Blood and Blame - where the past hurts, the present burns, and the future? Still dares to hope.

If you didn't get the moon never lose the stars you have ✨!!

This is a story about Patriotism.. A story of how little 𝗍𝗂a who grew up in South Africa 🇿🇦 learns and loves her Motherland, Bangladesh🇧🇩.. How she discovers the wanders of everything in her country and basically thinks that this beautiful motherland would be even more beautiful with decency.Here, She describes the love of her people, their smile,their language and you will get to know the adventure of her life.. A mixed story full of emotions, reality and fantasy.💝

This isn't a love story - it's a story about holding on when everything feels like it's falling apart. Annie is just like many of us: sensitive, sarcastic, and trying to find her place in a world full of heartbreaks, family pressure, and tough choices. From school crushes to toxic relationships, from exam failures to endless expectations, her life is messy, painful, and beautifully real. Through every loss and every moment of healing, Annie learns to stand up for herself - again and again, even when it feels impossible. Heartstrings and Hangovers is for anyone who's ever felt overwhelmed, misunderstood, or "too much," but still found the courage to keep going. This is a raw, honest journey - one that doesn't promise perfect endings, only the kind of hope that comes from surviving.

"Sorry, so sorry, I didn't see," I immediately started, turning around to face the person I bumped into. He was a boy around my age with golden skin, deep brown eyes, and curly black hair. He looks good..., oh my god, shut up brain. "Hey, no worries, are you ok?" he asked, his face showing genuine concern. "Yeah, um thanks," I said shyly. "I'm Ashoka by the way. High school senior. What about you? You look new." "Yeah, I'm new, just moved yesterday. I'm Samira, also a Senior." Ashoka nodded, his face brightening in a smile. "We're both in the same grade then, sweet. By the way, you can call me Ash. My friends call me Ash," he said. "Oh, sure. You can call me Sam - that's what my friends call me," I said. "Hey, um, can I see your schedule? I want to see if we have any classes together...," Ash said, scratching the back of his neck. "Oh yeah, here," I said, pulling it out of my backpack. Ash stepped closer and leaned over my shoulder to read it. I felt another gaze on me, and looked up to see Jay giving me a look as another boy was intently talking to him. What's his problem? And why is he giving me that look? Jay, the boy who I'm now living with, is a complicated person. Scratch that, he's very clear cut - he doesn't like me. But I don't care, because his parents adore me, and they're the ones providing me a roof to live under, and I'm eternally grateful. But Jay? Jay's a whole other story.... will we always hate each other this much? Or will we hate each other... more?

Aarohi Sharma life has been always hard on the one who have a innocent heart but she was always mistreated and used by her family she was innocent but now is a devil who is back to take what's her what will happen when this devil will fall in love with a person who is the greenest flag ever Advik Malhotra our angle who is going to heal Aarohi and will tell her that she deserves all the love

She ran from a past that never listened. He hid behind a voice the world loved-but never knew. When Arohi, a shy south indian interior designer, lands a one-year opportunity in Tokyo, she's not chasing dreams-she's escaping wounds. Quiet, anxious, and too used to being ignored, she never expected her neighbor to be the first person to really hear her. Natsuo is soft-spoken, kind-eyed, and almost too calm for the chaos inside her. But there's something about his music... it feels familiar. Too familiar. As ramen turns into rituals, and shared silences blossom into something deeper, Arohi finds herself torn between the gentle warmth of friendship... and the slow, aching burn of something much more. But secrets always have a sound-and when his truth comes echoing back, will her heart be ready to listen? A slow-burn, cross-cultural romance about healing, found connection, and the music that binds two strangers... Somewhere Between the Chords.

A indian love arrange marrige ~•Please do not copy my work and all the character are pure fictional and based on my own imagination ~•

A DESI LOVE FROM 2000s

Shruti begrudgingly moves to the US with her family, hoping to chase her passion for immunology and stand out internationally. However, she unknowingly (or willingly) entangles herself in a case bigger than her and her dream.