Softromcom Stories

۶۹ HATE YOU NEXT DOOR Enemies to Lovers | Fake Dating | Neighbors In which, Lee Heeseung, the boy next door, Yoon Dohee swore she'd never like, becomes her fake boyfriend to help her get close to her crush and clean up the mess but they find themselves tangled in late night stares, quiet protection, and the one thing they never expected: real feelings. In a world where they were supposed to be enemies, how do you fake love... when it doesn't feel so fake anymore? Best Ranking: 🏅1st on #enhypenfanfic [16 November, 2025] 🥇1st on #jake [31 December, 2025] 🥉 3rd on #sunghoon [26 December, 2025]

Four souls whirlwind in the excitement and with a faint dust of dread in their hearts, had agreed to become part of an unplanned trip, but ended up in the middle of a forest, dark, strange and a map of danger at each step. Destiny had its cruel ways and cards to play and that day the card had held her name. Vedika, a storm dressed as calm, stopped in the middle because her pretty hungry stomach let the rats have more fun. Her other three pieces of heart, Vanshika, Aditi and wrapped in sensitivity, Anamika. She couldn't control her poor stomach and because of that, these four ended up in the shadowed area of the most feared man. ( No not daaku gabbar). [ A story of laughter and chaos of their stupid, unsteady decisions which led to the best steady path.] ☆MULTI - COUPLE NOVEL☆ • Soft romcom with pure definition of love • Men, who worship and weep for their wives, Supportive and Feminist Main leads. • 18+, since it contains some adult and Harsh things. • Strong and aware MFL • 21st century novel with the Soft essence of old-school love. • Childhood sweethearts, forced and arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, forbidden love, unfinished endings to finding homes. °𓍢🌷͙֒

────୨ৎ──── 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐓 ────୨ৎ──── 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬-𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬- 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬- 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭,- "𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠". ────୨ৎ────

Ever After: A Collection of Love's Many Shades Written by Khushtales Love: raw, tender, flawed, and magical, takes many forms, and every shade tells a different story. Ever After is a collection of heart-touching short stories capturing those fleeting moments of love we often leave unspoken. From first glances that steal breaths to heartbreaks that change us, from silent goodbyes to the joy of second chances. Each story paints a different hue of love. Some stories heal, some break, and some simply stay with you forever. For the ones who fell, the ones who stayed, and the ones who loved... silently. Because sometimes, the shortest stories hold the deepest emotions. - Khushtales

female lead NAVIKA BASU a bengali girl with introvert personality but something happen that broke her more than ever..... •••••••••••••••••••••••• male lead EKAMVEER BAJWA a Punjabi munda with extremely extrovert personality and know how to smile at any moment but faith had other plans and broke his heart

This story is about a contract marriage between Vansh & Shivanya.. Vansh Oberoi:- Business Tycoon, who never thinks twice before destroying someone, ruthless, Hates when people tries to enter his personal space. Loves his Bua & fufaji as there are the only ones who understand him and support him, doesn't understand the concept of love. Shivanya :- An orphan, bubbly yet cold, Hates taking favours, minds her own business, was abandoned by her parents at the age of 5 years and brought up in an orphanage, completely alone, She is a woman of her words, extremely professional in whatever she does.. Hates sympathy, a closed book. What will happen if these two collapses in each other lives.. Can Vansh ever put his barrier down & let Shivanya step in or will Shivanya ever become a open book in front of Vansh??

If love had a heartbeat, it would sound exactly like your name in my chest." "If stars could fall for someone, they'd fall the way I fell for you." 🫧 cars are for speeding, racing, maybe even accidents- but no one warned them a random car meet could spark a love story. they weren't supposed to fall for each other. two people with nothing in common, except for one thing- they both lied. Lies after lies. Lies that were never meant to matter. but sometimes, it's the lies that bring two hearts closer. what started as a silly fake dating arrangement turned into a fake marriage neither of them expected. and somewhere between the pretending, the fights, the laughter, and the late-night drives... the line between lie and love blurred. becaue sometimes, the sweetest love stories begin with a lie.

The plan was simple: press the bell and run. Easy. Except... I didn't even get to touch it. The door opened. I froze. A girl stepped out-older than us, maybe by a year or two. Long straight hair, calm expression. Casual, but perfect. And painfully familiar. Yusuf's sister. From Instagram. From that Eid post. Panic hit. My brain: static. Useless. "Uh... does Beenish aunty live here?" WHO. IS. BEENISH. AUNTY. She blinked. "No." "Okay, sorry! Wrong house. Allah Hafiz!" I spun around and half-tripped my way to the nearest bush-where Zainab had already thrown herself like the absolute traitor she is. I started smacking her. "YOU SAID YOU'D STAY WITH ME!" She was wheezing. "Your face! Oh my God, your FACE!" "I panicked! I asked for a fake aunty!" We were still giggling when- The door creaked again. Slower. Heavier. Zainab's laughter stopped. "Zainab," I whispered. "I think... it's him." I turned-just slightly. And there he was. Saif. Plain black tee, sweatpants, and that same cap from his profile. Tall. Calm. Phone in hand. He looked sharper in real life. Taller too. Like the air around him knew who he was before I did. His eyes scanned the street, slow and aware, like he felt something was off. I forgot how to exist. Zainab leaned in. "He's hotter in real life." "Shut. Up." He hadn't seen us. But I saw him. And seeing him like that-real, breathing, quietly magnetic-was something else. He wasn't just a pixelated post anymore. He was here. And somehow, even across the street, he had that pull. Zainab started poking me. qt qt qt on repeat. I elbowed her so hard she nearly fell. Then-his eyes swept the street. Paused. On a cat. He bent down, gently scratched behind its ears. Like they were best friends reuniting after war. We ducked. Hard. And in that moment, I knew two things: One, I was going to murder Zainab. Two, I was absolutely going to remember this forever. And that's how I met him.