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  • Only Hers  by yumik_a
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    It is story of two different worlds two different person one claims to hate but can hate make people care or protect No 🥲but love can 👾✨ "The only person for whom I can kill and destroy is her and i thought love was weakness until I fall now i can't step back nor I want to I just want to keep her close " Trisha Rajput Abhiman Singhania
  • *HIS ACHE - A TALE OF DEVOTION AND LOVE* by vaiidehii_
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    *Reyansh Raizada* was the kind of man whose presence silenced a room long before he spoke. his green eyes-cold , unreadable, and unnervingly observant - missed nothing. calm by habit and cold by choice. *Prisha Rathore* was the kind of woman who walked into a room like she owned every inch of it. she carried herself with unapologetic confidence of someone who knew her worth long before anyone else did. her eyes-deep , dark brown and guarded- that told the real story He trusts no one ; she pretends she needs no one. he hides emotions; she hides scars behind smile. what happens when a man who feels nothing meets a woman who feels too much ?? When her fire melts his coldness......and his silence awakens her shadows?
  • Blooming Hearts by Stardust_Shadow
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    ✦ Siddhant Kapoor Siddhant Kapoor was the kind of man who carried silence like a signature. At twenty-eight, he had already built a reputation that others spent lifetimes chasing-sharp-minded, composed, and unflinchingly focused. The world called him "Mr. Kapoor, the CEO," a man of figures and deadlines, but his family still saw the boy who secretly preferred homemade parathas to power lunches. His schedule was his sanctuary, his emotions neatly folded away between meetings and reports. Yet beneath that calm, polished surface was a quiet ache-one born not of loneliness, but of not yet finding someone who could see beyond the title and talk to the man instead. ✦ Anaya Sharma Anaya Sharma was twenty-four, a whirl of warmth and wit packed into a girl who still believed that life should feel like a good monsoon evening-unexpected, loud, but beautiful in its own mess. She worked part-time at a local design studio, spent her evenings watching dramas with her mother, and argued with her younger brother like it was a competitive sport. Practical by nature but secretly a dreamer, Anaya hid her romantic streak behind sarcasm and self-deprecating humour. She didn't chase fairy tales, but somewhere deep down, she hoped that if love ever found her, it would come quietly-like sunlight sneaking past closed curtains. What will happen when these two distinctly similar worlds collide?
  • The Night The King Bowed by theishhhficss
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    Some stories begin with love this one began with handcuffs where She believes in clean lines. In laws that don't bend. In truths that can be proven and sins that can be punished. Control is her language. Silence is her discipline. She has built herself out of restraint - brick by careful brick. She does not chase chaos. She contains it. She has never bowed. Never confused danger with destiny. Until the night she put handcuffs on a man who did not resist. There was a time when He returned home for a ritual. He stayed for a war. Power rests on him like inheritance. Silence follows him like a threat. Every room shifts when he enters. Every face around him hides a move. He doesn't chase. He calculates. He doesn't kneel. He chooses when to. And that night - he chose stillness. Their meetings were never accidents. They were collisions disguised as coincidence. Each encounter left something behind - a bruise no one could see, a question neither could answer, a silence that felt too intimate to ignore. She saw a suspect. He saw a challenge. But somewhere between strategy and suspicion, control turned personal. And distance became dangerous. Because when power recognizes power, it doesn't walk away quietly. And when a king bows, it is never weakness. It is either surrender... or the beginning of something that could ruin them both.
  • Aarzoo-e-Sukoon by lostuumine
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    In a world where hearts hide their true desires, Zayaan Rizvi is bold and arrogant to everyone... except the one woman who sees through his walls. Izza Sheikh, brave and unafraid, fights for justice, carrying the weight of past mistakes she has sought to mend with faith and courage. Their paths collide in a tale of love, redemption, and family ties - where every glance, every secret, and every choice brings them closer to the peace they've both been yearning for. Aarzoo-e-Sukoon is a journey of hearts learning to forgive, to trust, and to love beyond their fears.
  • Love?...... maybe by w3nolas
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    This story revolves around Jishaan Khan & Afsha Rehmaan, two cousins, who got tied by the pure bond of marriage. let's see how their life unfolds! #coldxsunshine #ceohubby #jorukagulam #romance