Hefellfirst Stories

She was the unwanted child-ignored, unloved, and invisible in her own home. A girl who had never felt the warmth of a mother's hug or the safety of a father's care. Raised in a family that never wanted her, her heart grew quiet, but never cold. He was a man wrapped in power and shadows-a ruthless businessman, a feared mafia king. Love? To him, it was nothing but a weakness, a lie. When her sister ran away on the day of her wedding, her parents made a cruel choice-force her into the marriage instead. Now, she's bound to a man who doesn't believe in love, and he's tied to a girl whose life has known nothing but heartbreak. But in the middle of darkness, sometimes the most unexpected spark can set a fire. Can two broken souls who never knew love, teach each other what it really means? Disclaimer © All rights reserved. This work is a product of fiction. Do not copy, translate, or repost without permission.

Reyaan Vardhex Reyaan Vardhex had built empires without hesitation, destroyed competitors without remorse, and ruled boardrooms without mercy. Yet every evening at 6:40 PM, he stood still. From the tinted glass of his car, he watched her walk out of the old textile office- head bowed, dupatta clutched tight, steps careful, like the world might shatter if she hurried. Ishani Devika. She didn't know his name. Didn't know his face. Didn't know that a man who owned cities waited every day just to see her breathe. He never followed too close. Never crossed the line. But obsession doesn't always announce itself loudly. Sometimes, it watches. It memorizes. It waits. And Reyaan had already fallen- long before Ishani even noticed him exist.

"You don't understand, Piyush! I am broken. Everyone I love... they leave. I am nothing but bad luck." He stepped closer, his eyes burning. "Then let me be the bad luck, Palak. Because I'd rather be destroyed by you than live a single day without you." Piyush Raghuvanshi is a powerful businessman who is used to getting what he wants. He has money and status, but he also has a temper. For years, he has been desperately searching for the girl who disappeared from his life without a trace. Palak Sharma is innocent and talented, but deep down she is shattered. She hides her depression behind silence and believes she is too broken to be loved. She is a realist who knows that happy endings aren't for everyone. Palak is scared because she thinks a heart as broken as hers can never be healed. He is the storm. She is the silence. He waited for her. She tried to hide. But destiny has different plans. When their paths finally cross, everything changes. Will her life take a turn? Will she ever believe in love again?

In the crowded streets of Mumbai, under the blinding lights of stadiums, and across the quiet, digital corridors of online spaces, two lives are destined to collide. Dhruv Rathore, Jaipur's golden boy of cricket, is celebrated for his skill on the field, yet he carries a world of expectations and a heart that barely lets anyone in. Devankhi Bose, a talented software engineer from Kolkata, admires him from afar, her life a careful balance of ambition, humor, and the quiet pain of a fractured family. When fate draws them together-sometimes in a stadium buzzing with fans, sometimes in the anonymity of an online chat-they find themselves caught between admiration and attraction, past and present, longing and hesitation. Amid laughter, teasing banter, and stolen glances, a slow-burning connection sparks. But life is never simple: secrets linger, family shadows stretch long, and the heart often has to choose between love and safety. This is a story of love that grows in the smallest, unexpected moments-between cricket matches and office deadlines, jokes and silences, dreams and doubts. It is a tale of two people learning to trust, to laugh, to fight, and ultimately, to find home in each other, even when the world seems determined to keep them apart.

One night. One storm. One door locked forever. ​Rivisha Singh thought she was escaping a predator. She didn't realize she was running straight into the arms of her owner. After being disowned by her family and hunted through the rain, Rivisha wakes up to a new reality: a forced wedding to the most dangerous billionaire in the country. ​Divansh Ranawat is cold, calculating, and dangerously obsessed. He didn't just want her hand in marriage; he wanted to be the only person left in her world. ​The chase is over. The cage is locked. And the wedding night is just the beginning. ​"The world gave up on you, Rivisha. But I never will."

Some reunions are gentle. Theirs was written in pain and unfinished feelings. Years after high school-where they once stood together as school presidents-Vihaan Oberoi and Aarohi Malhotra meet again in the most unexpected way. Vihaan is now a rising actor, living under constant attention, his life defined by fame and pressure. One accident on set leaves him with a fractured hand and a hospital admission he never planned for. What he doesn't expect is to find Aarohi standing in front of him-no longer the grumpy, distant girl from school, but a confident orthopedic doctor at one of the country's most renowned hospitals. Aarohi keeps things professional. Controlled. Detached. Vihaan tries to do the same-but some feelings don't stay buried forever. Back in school, Vihaan loved her in silence, hiding his heart behind smiles and sunshine. Aarohi never knew. Now, with old memories resurfacing and time working against them, they're forced to confront everything they left unsaid. Because when the past and present collide, love demands courage. And this time, silence may cost them everything.

She was strong, unshakable... at least on the outside. Broken pieces hid behind her smile, scars she never showed. He saw them all. He listened when the world turned away. Her family never gave her love; his did-without conditions, without questions. In his world, she found herself again-the girl she had lost somewhere along the way. Overthinking, crying, hiding... he held her through it all. And slowly, the girl who thought she was broken began to heal.

She wears combat boots. He wears Italian leather shoes. She commands respect. He commands boardrooms. She is the storm. He is the shelter. Major Kashvi Shergill never wanted a husband. Aditya Khurana never expected a warrior. When an arranged marriage ties the knot between a stoic Special Forces officer and a cold CEO, everyone expects a disaster. But while Kashvi tries to run away from her feelings, Aditya is busy making a home for her to return to. He waits by the phone. He counts the days. He loves a woman who only knows one love, love towards her country. A story of love, war, and the man who waits.

"She lives quietly, hidden from the world, a timid soul who has only known fear and solitude. He stands before her as a wall of ice-cold words, hard eyes, a man feared by all. To her, he is cruel. To himself, he is a shield. For beneath his ruthless exterior lies a love so fierce it could burn through the coldest winter. She is the last petal of warmth in his frozen world... but can a fragile bloom survive when spring is forbidden to come?"

Camilla Hartley, a disciplined, ambitious law student with no time for distractions, takes on an elite private tutoring job to pay her way through school. Her client? Julian Kingsley-the enigmatic, spoiled heir to a powerful empire, infamous for his charm, apathy, and trail of scandals. What begins as a transactional arrangement quickly spirals into a psychological chess match as Camilla's razor-sharp mind clashes with Julian's dangerous allure. But behind his smirk lies a restless intellect-and behind her composure, a history she refuses to confront. In a world ruled by money, manipulation, and masks, who's really teaching whom?

Yn, a very passionate girl about what she loves most, her paintings and guitar. Yet was only judged by her grades and demeanor, whether in school or.. home. A Demotivated girl who lost the spark in her eyes, but when he walked in, he saw all of her, how much she loved singing and playing the guitar, and how childish she'd get if she got one note wrong. Even though she was his academic rival, that didn't stop him from adoring her, and how passionate she is about what she loved, he envied her, really. How can a flawless girl like her feel like she's not enough? When in his eyes she was more than enough. Yn, go eunhyuks biggest rival, and mystery. #2 baekdohwa #2 suae #2 eunhyeokgo #2 sooae 7 Nov 25 - #1 sooae #2 Eunhyuk 2 Jan 26

"In the hustle - bustle of the city, Sienna loses herself in her paintings- and in the melodies of her favorite singer, whose identity remains a mystery. Never suspecting that the man behind the music is already drawn to her world. Ethan, a rising star who guards his identity, seeks solace in her vibrant paintings when the weight of fame grows too heavy. Their first accidental encounter left Sienna captivated so much so, that she wanted to draw him even though she hates drawing portraits. And Ethan quietly intrigued who never imagined he could meet her hoping to know her better. Now, as their worlds begin to overlap, will their quiet admiration give way to something deeper- or will unspoken fears keep them at a distance?" Read on to find it out more! ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED - 24TH FEBRUARY 2025 ENDED - 26TH JULY 2025

"When power meets rebellion... fate writes a story no one saw coming." He is Shivaay Singh Rathore - son of the Chief Minister, bred in the shadows of power, privilege, and ruthless politics. She is Hanitra - a firebrand journalist, fresh out of college, armed with nothing but her pen and her rage for truth. They were never meant to collide. But destiny had other plans. In a world where headlines can make or break empires... Where one wrong story can ignite a war... Their paths cross in a storm of betrayal, secrets, and forbidden emotions. 💥 Enemies by circumstance. Entangled by fate. Bound by a story bigger than both of them. Shivaay & Hanitra A tale where power plays are personal... And love is the most dangerous scandal of all.

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𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦. 𝙃𝙚𝙧. She saved a wounded stranger once. No name. No questions. No idea that kindness would come back to rewrite her life. He fell for her the first time he saw her at a temple. Soft voice. Nervous eyes. Quiet strength. When fate placed her in front of him again, he didn't hesitate. He chose. Khushi Parida doesn't believe in love. Men disappoint. Promises break. Fairytales lie. Sharp-tongued, unsure of herself, wrapped in thorns she pretends are armor, she is softness she refuses to acknowledge. Garv Raisinghani is everything she avoids. Power. Stability. Certainty. And when he chooses, he doesn't waver. Not with force. Not with fear. But with patience that waits, persistence that stays, and a love that doesn't leave when it gets difficult. This is not a story of chasing. It's a story of resistance slowly surrendering. Of old-school rishtas, stolen glances, restrained longing, and a man who proves that love doesn't have to hurt to be real. Garv × Khushi Bada beta meets badi beti Where fate writes the rishta long before the hearts are brave enough to agree.

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A single wrong digit. A conversation never meant to exist. And two hearts that answered anyway. She was given a number with the promise of destiny. He was waiting for a message with the hope of forever. Neither checked twice. Both replied. "I never meant to fall... yet here I am, replying to your messages at midnight, smiling like a fool." She doesn't know his name the way fate intended. He doesn't know her face the way families decide. Yet somehow, they know each other better than anyone else. In a world where love is arranged, they found something unplanned. Unfiltered. Unasked for. But In the real world, they passed each other like strangers- "Ayee, chirkule, dur rehna!" Aadhira yelled, jabbing a finger in his direction like that would physically push him back. Arhaan didn't move. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, eyes flicking from her furious expression to the space she'd unknowingly closed between them. A slow smile tugged at his lips - the kind that said he was enjoying this way too much. "Madam, paas toh aap aa rahi hain," he said lightly, voice calm, almost amused. Aadhira froze for half a second, realising she was standing closer than she meant to. .... Some connections aren't written in kundlis, they're written in conversations that feel like home. Every time fate tried to bring them closer, it arrived late. Every truth waited for the wrong moment. Every confession missed its turn. Yet love kept finding its way back-in habits that felt familiar, in voices that stirred something unnamed, in a pull neither of them could explain. Some stories aren't about meeting the right person. They're about surviving all the ways you fail to recognize them. And maybe that's the most dangerous kind of love - the one that happens by mistake, but stays on purpose. Wrongly, Yours - a love story written in missed chances, and held together by fate.

Behind the screen, he called himself Red Punch, a boy who masked his rage in sarcasm along the late-night flirts. She was Purple02, a pragmatic, blunt, and oddly comforting blanket who wrap his bruises. In reality, Go Kyungjun ruled the hallways through fear, while Jung Taerin survived them through wit. They were two opposite laws of the same cruel city. He believed to own; she learned to escape. Until one day, the girl he tried to break at daylight turned out to be the one he whispered at midnight. Now what if those anonymous messages kept glowing as their reality began to collapse? ✧༺✥༻✧ • alternate universe of night has come • dating app!au | violent!kyungjun | enemy to lovers | yearning!kyungjun | he fell first, he fell harder

Schedule : Every Friday He needed a wife for business. He wasn't supposed to fall in love. In the underworld of dark suits, blood-drenched deals, and diamond-lined lies, Aleksander Volkov a cold, feared Bratva king with a global empire agrees to a contract marriage to protect his image for a billion dollar expansion deal. The catch? The woman must be sweet, loyal, and low-profile. Enter Ira Raichand, a soft-spoken, artistic Indian woman forced into the marriage by her adoptive guardian who owes a heavy debt to the Volkovs. She thinks she's just a pawn. But Aleksander sees something in her-something pure he never knew he needed. He tells himself it's just for show. But the way she flinches at violence... the way she tends to his bruises... the way she stands up for him without fear... He finds himself obsessed. Not possessive. Obsessed like an addict with light in his veins. And when enemies try to use her to break him.... They learn Aleksander Volkov doesn't lose what's his.