Oldschool Stories

This story happens in the 1980s to 1990s era. The story revolves around Naina and Vikram , the male and female lead of the novel. They both are getting married through an arrange marriage. Together they navigate through life.. Naina is a beautiful and shy girl . She is twenty years old and is now getting married to the guy her parents chose for her . She haven't met her to be husband yet but has seen his photo. Vikram is a handsome and well built man. He belong to the a different village than Naina . He too haven't met Naina yet . Vikram and Naina's father's were childhood friends and they decided they arranged their children's marriage.

1968..ᝰ "𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 '𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥' 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥." Her face was veiled however her gaze remained unveiled, revolting to see stars of her own sky which laid 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. वो नारी है , लहरों सी वो पैर छूना जानती है तो कश्ती डुबाना भी An arranged marriage between a woman desperate to belong to herself and a man who belonged more to revolutions than to love. Born with privilege but disgusted by the society around him, As a criminal lawyer, he fought for widows, young girls, and women whose voices were buried. Marriage was never meant to be part of his life until a promise brought them together as husband and wife. He belonged to nobility, precise in words, calm in demeanor and observant. She belonged only to herself, spoke words of her shadow. Stepping into his grand haveli as his wife forced her to face harsh customs, lingering judgments, and a marriage filled with quiet tension, stolen glances, and feelings neither of them were ready to name. And when society tries to break her spirit, will he stand beside the world he swore to change or set her dreamson fire for his family ? Tropes • Soft gaze × tough exterior • Feminist ML × Feminist FL • Shawl × cotton saree • Very slow burn • Curious FL × calm ML • Mutual yearning • Quiet tension × forbidden softness • Secured Masculinity • "Let me cry on your lap and cover my face with your pallu

Because sometimes, the wrong person leads you to the right kind of love. Tropes:- He fell first (this time) Lover her x wipped him Ex's cousin/Ex's brother Rom-com Old wounds + healing + rediscovering love Second chance romance

Jhanvi × Agastya "Khayalon mein lakhon baat yoon toh keh gaya Bola kuch na tere saamne Oh, hue na begaane bhi tum hoke aur ke Dekho tum na mere hi bane" Some love stories are written in stolen glances and unspoken words. He reads her like his favorite story, yet she remains the one chapter he can't put into words. __________________ Shraddha × Kabir "Nigaahon mein dekho meri jo hai bas gaya, Woh hai milta tumse hoo-ba-hoo. Oh, jaane teri aankhein thi ya baatein thi wajah, Hue tum jo dil ki aarzu." She was the silence to his chaos, the calm to his storm. In a world full of distractions, his heart found its only constant her. ______________ **About the Story** This is a tale of first love raw, innocent, and unforgettable. A journey where hearts race for the first time, where glances hold entire conversations, and where love blossoms in the most unexpected ways. It also explores friendship deeply. An old-school yet soft romance that will probably take you back to your school days the stolen glances, the nervous confessions, and the magic of loving for the very first time.

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 , 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕 , 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 "Excuse me! Is this the way to talk to someone? Don't you have any manners?" He yelled at her, his voice heavy with frustration and disappointment. "Excuse me, Mr. Aap hote kaun hain mujhe manners ka gyaan dene waale? And by the way, you're also at fault here. So don't try to act oversmart with me," she shot back firmly and walked away, muttering under her breath.... "Aaye bade mujhe fazool ka gyaan dene waale Gyaani Baba!" *************************************************************** "Hey Bhagwan! Aaj toh sach mein pata chal gaya ki duniya gol hai!" She exclaimed.. "Yeh kaha se hamaare training commander nikle? Ab kya hoga agar unhe kuch yaad aa gaya toh...? Tu toh gayi, Shivi beta!" ******************************************************** Lost in thought, she kept glaring at him, silently fuming. "Papa ko bhi poori duniya mein yahi namuna mila tha shaadi ke rishte ke liye?" She muttered in her head. "Na Baba Na! Yeh anarth nahi hone doongi main! Chahe sir kalam kyu na ho jaye mera... Meri kurbaani yaad rakhi jaayegi itihaas ke panno mein!" And then chuckled to herself "Heh... heh... heh..." But no one knows what's written in destiny... Except your Ikaa, of course 💁‍♀️ (And if you want to know too , then what are you waiting for? Continue reading the story!) ©️All rights reserved Ikaa_writes

HIS PERFECT STRANGER Subtitle: Our Slow Blooms The scent of marigolds was suffocating. The sacred fire was a witness to a union born of a dying man's wish and a living man's despair. Arth looked at his husband-the man he had loved from the shadows for years-and saw only a stranger. A man whose soul was buried in a grave three years ago. "Humne phere le liye hain, Zamindar Ji..." Arth's voice was a fragile whisper, his eyes searching for a single spark of warmth in the cold marble of Vikram's face. Vikram didn't look back. His gaze was fixed on the portrait of the woman whose place Arth could never take. "Shaadi hui hai, Arth. Rishta nahi." Vikram's voice was like a frost that killed the first bloom of spring. "Is ghar ki dehleez ke andar tum sirf ek zimmedari ho. Meri patni ki jagah lene ki koshish bhi mat karna... kyunki vo jagah aaj bhi bhari hui hai." Arth stood in the silence of a room that still smelled like another woman's perfume, holding a glass of water from a man who gave him everything except a reason to breathe. He had married his dream, only to realize he was living in someone else's nightmare. What happens when the heart you want to heal is the one that refuses to beat for anyone living? Can a shadow ever compete with a ghost? Dive into a tale of 19th-century angst, silent tears, and a love so patient it might just break before it blooms.

Some love stories begin with a confession but this one begins with a glance. Avyaansh Singh Rathore never believed in distractions. Control was his strength, distance was his shield, and emotions were risks he could not afford. Until one evening, in the middle of a university fest, a girl walked onto a stage and unknowingly unsettled everything he had built so carefully. Ishwari Mathur never asked to be chosen. She learned to stay quiet, to endure, to protect her heart from promises that rarely lasted. Dance was her only escape, her only truth. She didn't know that someone in the crowd was watching her like she was the beginning of something.

Ayanika Sengupta had an obsession with architecture and interior design. She loved creating spaces that felt alive. Old wooden textures, warm lights, rain tapping against glass windows. Her designs carried emotions within them. And look at the irony. The girl who wanted to fill homes with warmth... had no warmth in her own marriage. "I want to be clear with you again, it's just a marriage. No expectations. No commitments and especially no attachments." Advayansh had said on their wedding night. His voice was cold. " Nobody in public will know about this marriage. In the office, you'll be nothing more than an employee. Don't interfere in my personal life... and I won't interfere in yours." Ayanika stayed silent. She simply nodded in agreement. But little did Ayanika know...that her simple life was soon going to turn into a rollercoaster ride. _______________________________________________________ Ayanika's POV His eyes locked with mine. And then slowly... dangerously slowly... He leaned closer to my ear. "So you understand what happens," he whispered darkly, "when other men look at... My Wife." Silence. _______________________________________________________ ISHQ-E-MALHOTRA ~RoY

"for all the people here on Wattpad for a desi highschool romance book." I'll write a better discription, please gimme some time hehe.

"आ जा ओ मेरी जाना, मेरे दिल का जहाँ..."✨ "मांगे तेरी खबर, ढूँढे तेरा निशाँ..." ❤️ "लागी तुमसे मन की लगन..." 🥀 🛐🧿 . . A story set up in 90s. Swastik Kashyap and Rutvi Mehra were forced into a marriage neither of them wanted. They tried countless ways to break the wedding, but every time they did, their bond only grew stronger. Read how their love bloomed even when their thoughts crashed, their emotions tangled, and their voices broke. Sneak peek👀 "Do you really think adding all those chillies to the food would make me stop eating it? Hmm? Too bad. "Though you failed to stop me from eating it, my mouth is burning now." So, biwi... do you think your lips could help me with that? no? . . . "Tum abhi bhi keh rahi ho ki tumhe mujhse pyaar nahi hai?" I whispered, standing dangerously close to her while the rain poured around us. "Hm... mhm..." I heard her mutter softly. "Hm? Even when there's barely any space left between us?" . . . "Yeh jo tum baar baar chhat se kudkar mayke aur mayke se kudkar sasural aa rahi ho na... ek din fisal kar gir gayi toh na idhar ki rahogi, na udhar ki." I said while watching my wife jump from one balcony to another. This is what happens when your annoying neighbour becomes your wife. . . For now that's it. This is my very first story. I'll try my best to make every chapter worth your time and emotions. ✨ Hope you'll give it a chance. ❤️

Ishita Saxena-smart and chatty but knows how to show people their place when it's needed, she's an only child. She has all the facilities but wants to do something on her own and make her parents proud. She is the topper of her school Mihir Kapoor - a genius with lightning-fast math skills (solves problems in minutes) and excels in every subject except ENGLISH, but that doesn't mean he scores less in that subject. From day one they lock horns - constant banters, heated debates, and egoistic fights over grades and class rankings. Their teachers act like cupids, pairing them on projects and assignments. What starts as rivalry slowly melts into friendship. They discover each other's worlds - Ishita's drive to prove herself and Mihir's humble, hardworking roots. The banter softens, jokes become inside jokes, and a sweet, slow‑burn connection blossoms. Genre vibes: Enemies‑to‑lovers, academic rivalry, soft romance, old‑school charm, multi-couple.

Multi couple high school romance... WIP Will be publish after 25 june

KAVISH OBEROI: A 30-year-old man. The owner of OBEROI INDUSTRIES and CEO of a renowned attire brand. An infamous writer who writes secretly, a truth known to no one except himself. He has built an orbit of protection around himself by becoming cold and calculated, yet beneath it all, he is soft, caring, grumpy, and unapologetically gentle. Polite enough to sacrifice his own comfort for others, yet firm and bold enough to remind people of the rights they deserve. VAANI ARORA: A fierce and unapologetic criminal lawyer. Renowned for her boldness, sharp tongue, and fearless nature. She believes in justice, truth, and standing her ground no matter how powerful the opposition is. TROPES 𑣲Arrange marriage 𑣲Slow burn x old slow burn 𑣲Unrequited 𑣲Childhood crush 𑣲He fell first 𑣲Grumpy x sunshine 𑣲Introvert x extrovert 𑣲Cold x gentle 𑣲Green flag ml x green flag fl 𑣲Secret admirer 𑣲Brother's bestfriend 𑣲Chaotic x silent TEEKHIDIVI────୨ৎ────

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 🍡 ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐤 𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐩, 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐩 "𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐌" 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 - 𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 © Copyright - All rights reserved.

📕: STAY WHERE THE HEARTS BEGIN Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, and places are products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Please do not copy, redistribute, or reproduce any part of this book without the author's permission. 💌 Support the story! Make sure to vote, comment, and share your thoughts-don't be a silent reader, your feedback keeps the story alive. Tropes you'll find inside: Slow burn + delicious tension, Crush to lovers ,Realistic, heart-touching love ,Soft romance ,Cousin's brother best friend, Soft love Desi romance, Agegap. pastrauma, misunderstanding, spicytwist ~Radhe Radhe🌺 @_aysel

She likes cappuccinos. He likes chai in steel tumblers. She knows hospital corridors. He knows mountain trails. Adrija Pandey has spent her whole life in Dehradun - surrounded by city chaos and the comfort of knowing every street by heart. She's a doctor, certain her love story will be nothing like the small-town romances her mother keeps hinting at. Agastya Joshi is an Indian Army officer from the quiet hills of Almora - the kind of man who can fix a roof in the rain, find the sweetest kaafal on the slopes, and loves to sleep under a sky full of stars. He's as theth pahadi as they come... and the last person Adrija expects to be paired with for an arranged marriage. But when two worlds - lattes and laaltains , collide and sparks fly in the most unexpected ways. Between misunderstandings, stolen glances, family drama, and the unmistakable charm of the mountains, Adrija begins to wonder... Maybe love isn't about where you're from. Maybe it's about where you're meant to belong. Now, between lattes and laaltains, Adrija must figure out if opposites just clash... or if they fall in love. "You belong in the city, Adrija." "Then why do the mountains feel like home... when you're there?" *********************************************** "So... where do we fit? In your city cafes or my mountain nights?" "Somewhere in between, Agastya...𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨."

𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐦, 𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐚.. 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐚 𐙚 She left without a goodbye. He never stopped remembering. When Ekantika Verma and Yug Malhotra crossed paths again in college, silence had replaced everything they had never said. What happens when fate and circumstances force them together, resentment collides with longing, and buried truths begin to surface? Read Amber In His Eyes to find out.

[SLOW UPDATES] She is his off-limits infatuation. He is her brother's worst enemy. Advait Agnihotri- The perfect student. The perfect son. Everyone knows they should stay away from "danger" agnihotri. They know they should stay away from a rude, entitled teenager like him. But does anyone know the real Advait? +:★:+*━━━*+:★:+*━━━*+:★:+* Sanika Shekhawat- The bubbly teenager with that sweet gaze that melts everyone. She's everything you would want in a friend, or in a partner. A walking playlist of Olivia Rodrigo and Taylor Swift songs. But sometimes, she feels like she's too much. Not enough. But when she's with that one boy, all her insecurities disappear. Should that scare her? Or comfort her? Their worlds clash, hearts joined. What happens when the truth from their past threatens to destroy everything they've built together? +:★:+*━━━*+:★:+*━━━*+:★:+* "All i want to do is keep her and never let her feel insecure because she's the best thing that i want to call mine." ~Advait "I don't know what scares me more, the fact that he's isn't leaving me ever, or that I don't want him to." ~Sanika +:★:+*━━━*+:★:+*━━━*+:★:+*

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A soft teenage school love story of a few friends, filled with drama, love, family, friendships.