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Shivika Kashyap-a ruthless, cold-hearted billionaire who trusts no one and fears nothing. Shivani Sharma-a sweet, innocent painter who loves nature, animals, and worships Mahadev. But Shivani hides a dangerous secret... When fate brings these two women together, love begins to bloom between them. But Shivani's hidden identity, ancient secrets, and dangerous enemies threaten to tear their worlds apart. Can their love survive the secret of the shivani? ⚠️ CONTENT & WARNING NOTE ⚠️ This story contains: 🌈 LGBTQ+ themes (Girl × Girl / Sapphic Romance) 🖤 Mafia/crime-related themes 🔪 Violence and conflict 💔 Emotional moments and difficult situations 👥 Possessiveness, jealousy, and intense relationships 🌙 Secrets, suspense, and dark themes This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are fictional and created for storytelling purposes. If you believe love is love, welcome to this story. 🌈❤️ Please read according to your comfort level. 🫶🏻✨

Not just a regular love story. But more like a journey about two girls who are complete opposites-one quiet and analytical, the other vibrant and free-who find their paths colliding when the universe decides to play cupid. This is a fictional slow-burn story, and neither character fits the tomboy type. I really hope you find something in their journey that resonates with you. Thanks for being here for the start of mine.

I saw her. She was beautiful, really beautiful and she reminded me of the moon.

"For other people, loving someone who doesn't love is a curse but for me it's a blessing." - Sam Sam (doesn't prefer to have a surname as she was born in an orphanage), she is a personal manager cum bodyguard of one of the most dangerous Mafia group. She is in love with her Mafia Boss and never opposes her orders. She is very loyal towards Mafia Boss, she is loyal to an extent that she helps her Mafia Boss to pursue another boy. Amara Raghuvanshi is the leader of one of the most dangerous Mafia group. She is very sweet, calm and gentle looking (From outside), just like an angle but from inside she is the cruelest person you have ever met, but she got really obsessed with a collage going boy. She got blinded by her obsession so much that she is not able to realize that her true love is right beside her. • GxG • GL • Mafia ∴ Closed minded people and Homophobics are not allowed (∴This is my first story and English is not my first language so please let go of my mistakes.)

the story revolves around two pairs of couple. it all starts when Monica a stand up comedian who is forced to spent time with her ex girlfriend Jahnavi an actress and Monica 's sister Olive and Avantika are pretending to date eachother for PR

Zara Khan has always believed in two things. Faith. And kindness. Raised in a loving Muslim family, tries to live a life built on compassion. Her parents are modern and supportive in most ways, but there is one thing they will never accept. Same-sex love. Zara never expected that conflict to matter. Until she met Pari Mehta. Pari is the complete opposite of Zara. An atheist who questions everything, speaks without filters, and believes love is just another illusion people hide behind. Yet somehow, the quiet girl of faith and the reckless girl of fire keep finding their lives tangled together. What begins as friendship slowly turns into something deeper. Something dangerous. Something neither of them are ready to face. But before their love can even begin... the past returns. Secrets surface. And one mistake will break a heart so badly that Zara will never be the same again. Just when she decides love is no longer meant for her... a new girl enters her life. Zeeyay Charoen. A fierce first-year student from Thailand who openly mocks same-sex love and keeps everyone at a distance. She should hate Zara. Instead, she finds herself drawn to the very person who refuses to love again. But hearts that have already been broken once... are the hardest to heal. "Pyaar aasaan nahi hota," Zara once whispered quietly. "Aur agar sach mein pyaar ho jaye... toh insaan khud se bhi bhaag nahi sakta." A story about faith, betrayal, healing, and the terrifying beauty of falling in love twice.

Shriya, a psychic, moves away from her busy city life to a small, unknown town, in hope for a fresh start after her mother's death. Only a few days in the town, and Shriya starts seeing visions. It shouldn't be surprising. She has been seeing these visions all her life. A gift passed through generations. Or you could say a curse. To be able to feel the supernatural. To see things no one else can. But this time around, it's different. Lived in. The visions, they're a little too real, more alive than she'd like to admit. Things starts to get even more complicated when Shriya encounters a woman who looks exactly like the one in her visions, and she doesn't realise when the line to her reality blurs. In this world, there's a price one has to pay for love. Is Shriya willing to pay that price? Or does love get lost in the passage of time? Again. ✷ Woman x woman ✷ ✷ Desi wlw ✷ ✷ Paranormal romance ✷ ✷ Slower updates ✷

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a modern lesbian solmate story know more in first chapter #shivanya #shesha#nagin#lesbian love story #g×g The story is very slowpaced with very deep understanding,memories and explanation of everything,feeling of everything and sorry but their will not be too much intimate details in this story So if you like understanding, emotions, attachment,recall everything you can dive in this story and let me know if you have anything to say 🫡

Kanika Maheshwari was the kind of professor students feared before they understood. Strict. Sharp-tongued. Untouchable. At thirty-six, with a crumbling marriage, a six-year-old daughter, and a life built on discipline, the last thing she needed was a distraction. Then Radha walked into her classroom. Twenty-one. First-year student. Late on the first day, with snow in her hair and far too much light in her smile, Radha was never supposed to matter. But some people don't enter your life like people. They arrive like spring. A slow-burn WLW romance about forbidden feelings, snowfall, and a love that was never meant to happen

Awards × 1 Mon Amar Tomakei Chay || Dil Mera Bass Tumhein Hi Chahta Hain || My Heart Only Wants You Sanjana had always felt inferior to the transfer student who moved into the girl's hostel and took her "debate champion" title immediately. She'd fought hard to get it back after all the family pressure upon her. As a prize for the win, she got to review and observe archive stories from the university's forgotten literature collection. Among them, she found papers that did not seem to be opened in half a century. Curious and observing, Sanjana found those to be letters between two women back in the days written in Bangla. Born in Kolkata but moved to Delhi at a young age, Sanjana did not understand Bangla entirely, nor could she properly read the language. Hence she had no choice than to ask Rupali, the Bangladeshi girl, the only girl who spoke Bangla in their class, the transfer student, for help. As they discovered the meaning behind the letters together, Sanjana found parallels between the words spoken back in the day with her own growing attachment with Rupali. How will this relationship pay out? Stay tuned to find out. Second Place 🥈- Potato Mini Awards (Best Blurb)

Rajmahal mein Maharani Meghna aur Kayra ki shaadi ek saadharan rasm ke roop mein hui lekin is rishte ke peeche chhupe ehsaas dheere dheere saamne aane lage Kayra jo pehle hi Meghna ko pasand karti thi unke kareeb aane ke har mauke ko mehsoos karti rahi jabki Meghna is baat se anjaan thi Shaadi ke baad unke beech ki dooriyan dheere dheere kam hone lagi chhoti baatein halki muskaan aur saath bitaaye pal ek nayi kahani likhne lagi Dheere dheere ye rishta farz se badhkar sachche pyaar mein badal gayi jahan ek shaant dil aur ek chulbuli rooh

The story starts with a loss, but at its heart, it's about love, healing, and the family- three lives build together. 🌷❤✨

Indian Gl love story 🤧🥀 Teacher and student lesbian story Indian style 😘❤ To the world, Professor Sruti Singh is cold, calculated, and unreachable. With a black hoodie hiding more than just skin, she walks the halls of the university like she owns time. Her rules are law. Her eyes? Emotionless. No one dares cross her... until Ruhi Sharma does. Ruhi-the curious, sharp-tongued, second-rank student who lives for rain, fiction, and fantasy. She's everything Sruti has vowed to stay away from-young, bold, and dangerously tempting. But when Ruhi is assigned to assist Sruti in a private research project, long nights, late labs, and stolen glances turn into something else... A brush of fingers over shared papers. A back pressed against the lab table. A voice that growls, "You're crossing a line, Ruhi..." And a soft reply - "Then stop me." What begins as irritation melts into obsession. And what should've been a simple teacher-student boundary becomes a dark, aching desire neither of them can deny. But Sruti has secrets. And Ruhi? She has no idea how deep she's falling... or what it'll cost her to touch a woman like Sruti Singh. Rank- 2# lesbianfordemi

She ordered bananas. What showed up at her door was a pirate with a grocery bag... and it didn't stop there. An Indian GL One Shot

Delhi ki ek baarish bhari shaam. Ek car roadside khadi hai. Headlights dim. Phone battery almost dead. And inside - two women sitting a little too close. Outside, rain. Inside, silence. "Why do I feel safe with you?" A whisper. "Because I would never let anything hurt you." A promise. Their fingers brush. Neither moves away. This is not a story about hiding. This is a story about choosing. Slowly. Intensely. Unapologetically. Stares that linger too long. Jealousy masked as concern. Supportive families who ask, "Are you happy?" And two hearts that refuse to stay logical. Some loves arrive softly. The dangerous ones... feel like peace.

Seerat is a fifteen-year-old girl from a remote village in Rajasthan, trapped in a life she never chose. Forced into marriage with a forty-five-year-old widower, her childhood is stolen before it has a chance to bloom. Her fate changes the day Shaurya Pradhan, a twenty-four-year-old college student, intervenes-risking everything to rescue her from a life of quiet suffering. Shaurya offers Seerat what she has never known: safety, education, dignity, and the warmth of a family built on choice rather than fear. Under her protection, Seerat begins to heal and grow. She learns to dream, to question, and to reclaim her voice. Yet as the years pass, her heart yearns for something beyond gratitude and shelter-a different kind of love, one rooted in equality, consent, and self-discovery. This is not just a story of rescue, but of becoming-of a girl who survives, grows, and ultimately chooses her own destiny

I came to Bangkok to study, not to fall in love. She was younger. Thai. Untouchable. The kind of girl people bowed to without knowing why. I was an Indian foreigner in my third year, trying to survive university life in a city that never slept. She was the heir to a power empire built on blood, loyalty, and silence. This is not just a love story. This is what happened between temples and gunshots.