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Some souls are not made of sunlight - they are carved from autumn's melancholy, dressed in gold that learned to fall before it ever learned to fly. Sarthak Singh Rajput is one of them. At seventeen, he moves through the corridors of his eleventh-grade classes like a fading October afternoon: quiet, distant, and perpetually bracing for the cold. Inside his own home, a toxic family has drained the color from his world. He doesn't hope for spring. He doesn't even remember what it feels like to bloom. And then, without warning, spring arrives. Her name is Khanak Prajapati. She is not loud, but she is undeniable. The first time she sees Sarthak, something in her chest whispers a premonition. A strange, certain knowing that she is going to fall for him. It is love at first sight. As Khanak gently steps into his life, she becomes the thaw after his long frost. But can her spring undo years of damage? Or is Sarthak too rooted in his own OCTOBER to let her in? TU MERI BAAHON MEIN DUNIYA BHULA DE - A Tale of Premonition of Love is a tender, aching school love story about the quiet war between what breaks us and who saves us. It asks: What happens when a girl who loves at first sight meets a boy who has never received love.

Some scars don't fade. Some lies feel like home. Aria Blake knows how to disappear-behind silence, bruises, and a sketchbook filled with monsters. In a house where love comes with fists and blame, she's learned that survival means staying small. But when two boys-one charming, one kind-start to see her in ways no one else does, Aria is forced to confront everything she's buried. As secrets unravel and betrayal cuts deep, Aria must decide: will she keep surviving in silence... or finally fight for the life-and love-she deserves? A powerful YA contemporary about trauma, healing, first love, and the strength to rewrite your story. Content Warning: This story includes themes of domestic violence, trauma, emotional struggles, and healing. While there is no explicit sexual content, there are mild kissing scenes appropriate for a YA audience. Reader discretion is advised. Copyright ©[ I&Awtites] 2025 All rights reserved. Please do not copy, repost, or reproduce any part of this story without permission. Thank you!

"ℋℯ𝒶𝒹𝓁𝒾𝓃ℯ𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂 𝓅𝓊𝒷𝓁𝒾𝒸. 𝒮𝒾𝑔𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇ℯ𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓃𝓉." He handed her divorce papers on their wedding night. She accepted them without flinching. ↳Kyraan Pratap Chauhan didn't do marriages. He did contracts. with an expiry date already signed. ⤿Rahee Advani didn't do vulnerability. She did silence. The kind that made people uncomfortable enough to look away. One arrangement. One year. One contract that was supposed to fix everything - except the two people inside it. He was cold because grief had made him that way. She was composed because life had left her no other choice. Neither of them was looking for something real. But some things don't wait to be looked for. ╰┈➤Amid Headlines and Signatures is a slow burn, gut wrenching story about two people who were never meant to stay - and everything that unraveled before they had to leave. Arranged marriage · Secret marriage · Grumpy x Grumpy · CEO x Brand Ambassador · Haters to Lovers · He Falls First and Harder · She Leaves. He Follows. Volume One: The Beginning of the End જ⁀➴ started on : 17 April 2026

•𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝-𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞• Existing only as her mother's daughter, Miraayah lived unaware of the life she was meant to inherit, the legacy she was born to carry. She could have been the heart of the empire they built-an empire of influence, power, and control over the city itself. Raised away from them, neither she nor they knew the truth of her identity. But what if things were not as they seemed? What if someone had known all along... and was the one who sent her away? What if the empire she was born into was far more tangled than she ever imagined, its power and loyalties layered with secrets beyond comprehension? Now, as she is compelled to return, she doesn't know what awaits her. A girl who should have been sheltered, pampered, and kept safe within the cocoon of her family has faced the world alone-unprepared for the secrets, the struggles, and the truths she is about to uncover. Witness a journey of discovery, quiet courage, and enduring resilience, as Miraayah finds her place in a world she was always meant to lead-her steps guided by the light she carries within, her heart mended yet unyielding, and her spirit unbroken by the shadows that once sought to define her.

She was a girl who only wanted love, peace, and a simple life. But life gave her pain instead. Behind her smile were hidden scars nobody could see - sexual harassment that stole her safety, physical abuse that shattered her confidence, broken relationships that destroyed her trust, and people who loved her money more than her heart. Every step of her life became a battle. Yet, she refused to let the darkness destroy her. Through betrayal, heartbreak, trauma, and sleepless nights, she slowly learns how to stand again... not as the weak girl everyone hurt, but as a woman who survives every storm thrown at her. This is not just a story about pain. It is a story about survival, healing, self-worth, and choosing yourself after losing everything.

She wasn't supposed to sit in the front row. He wasn't supposed to notice her when she did. Catalina Claire has three rules: practice every day, protect her scholarship, and never, ever complicate her life with feelings she can't afford. She breaks all three the night she walks into an empty practice hall and finds Professor Christian Russo already there. He's everything she should stay away from - brilliant, guarded, and completely off-limits. He grades her work. He controls her future. And somehow, in the quiet of a room with a grand piano between them, he understands her music better than anyone ever has. Christian Russo didn't come to Ashwood to feel anything. He came to teach, to keep his distance, and to forget the composition he buried years ago along with everything else he lost. He has rules too. Good ones. Ones that exist for a reason. But seventeen Wednesday evenings have a way of rewriting the rules you were certain you could keep. Forbidden Notes is a slow-burn, forbidden romance about two people who fall in love in the space between the notes - and the courage it takes to play the song all the way to the end.

සෑම වචනයකටම අර්ථයන් දෙකක් ඇත

What do a lonely Indian grad student and one of Hollywood's biggest stars have in common? More than either of them ever expected. On a frigid Christmas Eve in Central Park, Ananya - six years away from home and drowning in loneliness - stumbles upon a man on a bench, silently falling apart. Something pulls her toward him. A kindred ache she can't explain. She doesn't know his name yet. He doesn't know hers. But when a stranger's head rests in your lap and you hold each other together through a storm - does any of that really matter? One chance encounter sets two guarded souls on a collision course neither of them planned. A story about the unexpected grace of being truly seen in the dark. Some strangers are just strangers. And some change everything.

I thought he was the monster who hurt my best friend. I was wrong. Nathan Hill walked into my life like he owned it - uninvited, unexpected, unstoppable. One mistaken confrontation on a city street, and suddenly he was everywhere. In my building. In my head. In places I didn't want to admit. He is powerful, controlled, and used to getting what he wants. And for reasons I couldn't explain, he had decided I was worth his attention. But I had survived things I didn't talk about. Things that taught me exactly how quickly safe could become dangerous. How quickly the person you trusted could become the thing you were running from. I wasn't looking for anyone. I wasn't ready for anyone. But Nathan Hill doesn't wait for ready. The question was never whether I was brave enough to let someone in. It was whether I was honest enough to admit I already had.

This is a small story about noticing, acknowledging, and healing. How much of our inner sparkle does adulthood quietly steal away? Jonah had never stopped to ask himself that - not until a defiant cluster of flowers caught his eye, blooming in the heart of the gray, lifeless city he called home. But it was the sight of the Pink House on 14th Street - whimsical, vividly painted, embraced by a riot of colors and lush greenery - that truly stirred something long forgotten within him. In that moment, Jonah realized how far he had drifted from the wonder, the softness, the delight that once made life feel magical. And it was also there where he found himself again.

He saved her from an accident. But instead of a thank you, she yelled. "Excuse me, mister hero!!! Saving me doesn't give you the right to lecture my best friend!" She couldn't see him... But he was already looking at her like he'd known her forever. Neither of them knew that one random argument on a busy street would slowly turn into late-night talks, unexpected comfort, and a kind of love that takes its time to bloom. <♡> She's quiet, reserved, and likes to stay in her own little world. He's loud, full of life, and lives like every moment is an adventure... but around her, he slows down, notices the way her fingers fidget, the soft pauses in her words, the little things she thinks nobody sees. He's full of energy for the world, yet somehow, all of it quietly bends toward her. What begins as a quiet connection slowly turns into something steady, something real. The kind of love that builds itself in between glances, shared silences, and moments that never needed words- a love that feels like finding warmth when you least expect it, and one that settles in softly, less like lightning-and more like coming home. She never planned on letting anyone in. He never expected to stay. --------------------------------------------‐---------------------- Tropes:- Age gap (7 years) Best Friend's Older Brother Protective × Quiet Strength Extrovert × Introvert Protective love interest Healing bond He Falls First, Hard and Silently Hidden pain, loud smile "I'll be your eyes" Unspoken understanding Slow burn Happy ending!!! ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Join them on a journey where love speaks without needing to be loud. ✨

Regrets Between Our Thoughts is a haunting exploration of love, pain, and the fragile space between two hearts. Told through the letters of both a man and the woman he loved, it reveals the echoes of their choices, the weight of unspoken truths, and the lingering ache of forgiveness. On one side, he reflects on his mistakes, his dark impulses, and the ways he failed the person who loved him most. On the other, she writes with quiet strength and lingering hurt, showing how love can endure even when trust is broken. Each letter is a mirror to the other's heart, revealing how two perspectives can carry the same story yet feel worlds apart. This is a story of remorse, understanding, and the tender, often painful, ways we confront the impact of our actions on the ones we love.

They met by accident-13 hours apart. She was stuck in a loveless relationship, typing stories she never published. He was nursing a broken heart, living in a city that never slept. They shared playlists, late-night calls, and moments so tender they felt like fiction. He never asked her to leave her life-he just asked her to let him stay. And when she started pulling away, he waited anyway. Now, Emery writes about him. The boy who stayed. The boy who changed everything. But some stories... you can't rewrite.

"Some goodbyes are written in silence."

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘁 -𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 ☆.｡.:* 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐗 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐄𝐄𝐓 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ●○●○●○●○●○● TROPES: ✧Slow burn ✧Forbidden romance ✧Love at first sight ✧He fell first and harder ●○●○●○●○●○● 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲. Not in a house where love felt like protection, and dreams were quietly caged. She was the perfect daughter...soft-spoken, graceful. But no one ever listened. Until one midnight... someone did. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐃𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲. The ex-CEO turned politician-in-making had only promised a few months in the pind. He had plans. Borders. Boundaries. But all of it crumbled with just a moment, just a face. ●○●○●○●○●○● 𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙎𝙀: I fixed the bedsheet, nose scrunching as I placed the pillow. "Apne aap nu ki samajhde ne? Neta ne taan har thaan apni hi chalaunge?" I muttered, loud enough for someone to hear. "Who's my sardarni talking to like that?" He said from behind, teasing me. "Bhoot naal, karlo aap vi," I replied, rolling my eyes as I sat on the bed. He chuckled as he suddenly jumped on the bed and lay down beside me like he had every right. "You'll sleep on the couch. Main yaha soungi. Hatiye." "Hata kar dikhaiye," Before I could react, he pulled me under him and rested his head on my chest. "𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡" he muttered.

She was the quiet one. The soft one. The girl who asked for nothing. But inside her silence lived a storm. This is Zainab's story. A story of girlhood, grief, and gentle defiance. 💫 Updates every MONDAY and THURSDAY 💌 Follow to be notified when new chapters drop! 📎 Based on real emotions. Handle with care.

She was a mystery he couldn't solve... He was a danger she couldn't escape... And somewhere between secrets and shadows, they fell in love. {•} Alina lives a life no one understands. Quiet on the outside, but carrying secrets deep enough to destroy everything around her. She avoids attention, avoids attachments... and most importantly, avoids getting close to anyone. Until she meets Jay. Jay is powerful, feared, and surrounded by a world full of danger. People don't question him. They stay away. But Alina doesn't. What starts as a simple connection slowly turns into something deeper... something dangerous. Because in Jay's world, enemies are always watching. And in Alina's world, nothing is ever what it seems. As threats grow closer and truths stay hidden, their bond begins to feel less like love... and more like a risk they were never supposed to take. Because some stories are not meant to have happy endings. And some people are never meant to meet. Hashtags: #DarkRomance #MafiaLove #SecretGirl #HiddenTruth #LoveAndDanger #RomanticThriller #WattpadStory #EmotionalRead #SlowBurnLove #MysteryGirl #DangerousAttraction #LoveVsFate #ThrillerVibes #BrokenLove #SecretsEverywhere #PowerAndLove #IntenseStory #NightVibes #FallingInLove #UnspokenTruths

"WHERE MEMORIES DIE, LOVE BEGINS" She woke up in a hospital with no memory, a name she didn't recognize, and a man who claimed to be her husband - cold, distant, and hiding something behind his unreadable eyes. He was once her everything. Now, he's just a stranger with a broken promise and a haunted past. Everyone says it was an accident. But the nightmares scream otherwise. Every room in the house whispers secrets she was never meant to remember. Every step closer to the truth... pulls her deeper into something terrifying. And in the middle of it all, a forbidden love begins to bloom again - between silence, scars, and shadows. Some memories are lost for a reason. But what if remembering is the most dangerous thing of all?

"Soft Places to Land" follows Mara as she stumbles through the messy, unpredictable, and often humiliating process of getting over someone. One day, she's convinced she's fine. Empowered, even. The next, she's spiraling over an old photo, replaying every mistake, every moment, every 'what if'. This isn't a polished, graceful heartbreak story. It's about the cringe-worthy, unspoken realities. The late-night deep dives into an ex's social media, the irrational justifications, and the way grief sneaks up on you in grocery store aisles and familiar songs. It's about the things no one warns you about, but everyone secretly endures. The world teaches us to chase love like it's the end goal. But maybe what we really need isn't another person to hold us together; it's the ability to be our own soft place to land. And for Mara, that means unlearning everything she thought she knew about love, healing, and herself.