Unconfessedlove Stories

Iam a person who sacrifised his love just for a little things.

this is about a not so good high school love story, which left confessed. But the fate have other plans for them... Aarav Mishra a reckless and joyful soul, who is good at everything accept studies. the amazing charm of him can pull all girls to him at once but, he was obsessed with someone who is just opposite of him. Anvika verma the prettiest girl in the high school, she is a kind of fearless and cold person who just cared for herself and her loved ones. She's excellent in studies. The coldness and arrogance she has because of her childhood trauma. She has everything on her side except love, someone will come to fill the gap for her.

"We weren't strangers. We weren't lovers. We were something in between-and maybe that hurt the most."

"I Love you" Nikhil says hugging me tightly. "I love you too Nikhil" I said but he pushed me and saw me with tears saying "No Sam it's not the friendship love you ,I....I love you like I Wanna Kiss You right now ". "What?...what are you talking about nikhil are you mad?" . . . . . "yes ,I think I'm really going insane right now Sam..... I love you " he added, tears welling up in his eyes. Seeing him cry suddenly hurt and my mind is in turmoil right now. "No Nikhil you can't do this to me I'm going to get married to Mia tomorrow...."

Unconfessed love

He loves her. She loves him. Both of them waiting for each other to confess. He can see her but she can't see him. He wants something. Only she can give it to him. 1 love story. 2 creature. 7 years of waiting. Waiting for tonight, a night that comes only once in a blue moon on earth. Is there no hope ? An entry for #MidnightSunMovie contest. #136 in Fantasy. 23/02/18 #174 (24/02/18) #207 in Fantasy after 9 PM.( 24/02/18) #244 (26/02/18) #557 (31/03) #563 (31/03) [Woah !!! Really !? THIS IS MY SECOND BOOK ( first complete book ) AND IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME!

In a city that thrives on lies and power, love is not red-it's black. When journalism student Nyra Kapoor crosses paths with Aarav Thakur, an ex-IAS officer turned underground fixer, their worlds ignite in ways neither expected. She's chasing a story. He's hiding one. They fall, silently. They burn, separately. And when their scars collide, even love might not be enough to save them. A tale of obsession, pain, unspoken love, and the darkest shade of romance-Kaala Rang is not your typical love story. It's love where betrayal lives next door, and every kiss hides a wound.

Hold your tears for the last chapter!! 𝐌𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐡𝐢, 𝐖𝐨𝐡 𝐉𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞, 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐮𝐦 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞, 𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞 𝐇𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐓𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐅𝐢𝐫 𝐁𝐡𝐢 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧, 𝐓𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ☪︎ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･❂ Maybe in another life, our hearts will entwine, And we'll meet again, in a love that's truly divine. But for now, it's impossible, a love that's out of time. Here we are, a half-written story, Forever etched in my heart, a memory to adore. ⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝ 𝐈𝐧 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥~ Long distance sucks," she sighed, "Apan dono mil bhi nhi paarhe," she said. "Haina, I wish hum milte, Ghumte aur maze karte" he replied. ----------------------------------------------------------- She gazed at the moon, her heart's desire, "I wish hum utne he long distance mein hote, ....Jitne hote the," she whispered, tear fell down her cheeks.

How far would you go to protect the person you love? For Vikrant, the answer is simple: he will become the monster everyone always expected him to be. When the girl of his dreams accidentally commits murder, the mafia heir willingly takes the fall, plunging himself into the violent underworld he swore he'd never touch. But the hardest part isn't surviving the police, the politicians, or even his own ruthless father. The hardest part is convincing Priyanka that he isn't the monster he's pretending to be. A story of blood, mafia ties, and an ultimate, desperate sacrifice.

A tale of loving silently from afar in the quiet hours... A message seen, a comment read, A stranger's name that softly spread. A reel, a book, a thought they shared, A bond that bloomed, though none declared. He never knew what silence hid, The way she smiled at things he did. She held it in - the words, the ache, For fear the truth might somehow break. But love, though hushed, refused to die... It lived in chats and soft goodbyes.