Courage and All its Friends
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For as long as she could remember, Nisha had been in a state of war. She had fought to wear what she liked. She has fought to study abroad. She had fought to major in theatre. She had developed quite an arsenal and collected some battle scars. When she met Arjun, she was wearing her combat boots and armour. She had never been more ready to win. But he just gave up. "You are right." he said. For some reason this irked her more than anything else he could have said. After all he was supposed to hate her, if she had done everything wrong, he had done everything right. Why then was he agreeing with her? She never had a dearth of courage in war but maybe, it required more courage for her to stop fighting.
Anjali was an adored, adorable angel. She was becoming a doctor, she was polite and well behaved. For the first time in her life, someone called out her bulshit. "Just say what you want to." Abhi said. This is the story of how she deals with a man who is constantly accusing her of being a liar and her suspecting that she actually might be. It doesn't help that she is irrevocably and inexplicably attracted to him.
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Aisha Sharma had always carried herself with ambition and grace. As the self-made millionaire founder of an eco-luxury fashion label, a sought-after model and influencer, and Arora Cosmetics' personal designer and brand ambassador, she navigated high society on her own terms-despite conservative parents who prized discretion. Yet nothing in her polished resume prepared her for the Arora gala where elegance and influence intertwined, and a moment of nervous clumsiness left Kabir Singhania's tailored suit drenched in champagne. Kabir, CEO of the sprawling Singhania Group, was famed for his sharp wit and unyielding control. But when Aisha hurled her glass-mistaking him for a would-be harasser-he didn't lash out or look away. He met her apology with measured respect, brushing off the bubbles and offering a quiet, "No harm done," that cut through her panic and lit something in her heart. Beneath his composed exterior, she glimpsed a complex man-sarcasm masking deeper pain, and an intensity that dominated every room. In the months that followed, Aisha watched from the periphery of his world, gathering courage between photoshoots, runway shows, and design consultations. Though an introvert by nature, she found herself drawn into his orbit, daring to imagine a connection beyond mere acquaintance. Finally, summoning every ounce of boldness, she confronted him: "I want more than friendship-will you give me a chance?" His answer was a single, measured word: "No." Her heart stuttered, but her resolve remained unbroken. "Consider this your warning Mr.Singhania, I don't take no for an answer-not in business, and certainly not in love." ""I don't settle for less than what I want-and I want you Mr. Singhania" "This isn't a request; it's a declaration: I'll have you Kabir." Aisha: "Every time you hold back, you break my heart a bit more." Kabir (running a hand through his hair): "Believe me, I'm breaking too."
Written In The Stars
"So.. go on a date with me?" I can't stop looking at him. He's just so beautiful. As he always was-just ten years younger. Same brown eyes, same lips, that boyish charm. The only difference is the hint of innocence in his gaze and the curiosity in his expression. No doubt he's surprised by my sudden question. I can't really blame him. His boring, nonchalant classmate of one year has just asked him out after a nice evening together. But I know he'll say yes. He has to. He never said no to me. I can't wait to plan all the amazing, adventurous dates with him, to make him feel special this time-just like he did for me. I'm eager to get to know him all over again. That's when I hear mumbling. "Hmm?" I ask, not hearing him properly. "No. I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. I had a great time today, Anu, but I don't see you that way. I'll have to decline." I can hear my heart breaking. Funny, isn't it? All your life, you think: Okay, this will be my last heartbreak. This guy will be the one. He's going to make it all worth it. And then, suddenly, life throws another failed attempt at love into your bucket. If I can manage to get rejected by my husband of three years, then there probably isn't any hope for me. . . Anu had everything-power, success, and a love so deep it felt unshakable. Three years of marital bliss with Ashwin, the man who was her home, her heart, her forever. Their life was perfect, built with love, laughter, and quiet mornings wrapped in each other's warmth. But in the blink of an eye, everything vanished. She woke up not in their home, but in a college dorm. Not as the woman who ruled boardrooms, but as a twenty-year-old student. And then she saw him. Ashwin. But this Ashwin didn't know her. He wasn't her devoted husband. He was a stranger, a boy still finding his way in life. She had been thrust back into his past, into a time where she didn't belong. And the most terrifying question of all- Would he still fall in love with her?Complete![[Completed]A Tale Of An Indian Wattpad Writer](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/1961347-256-k95278.jpg)
[Completed]A Tale Of An Indian Wattpad Writer
#99 in Romance on 15 April 2016 #6 in Chicklit on 3rd May 2016 Changed Genre to Chicklit on 22 April 2016 Story is in English "Can I ask you something?" I broke the eternal silence that was between us. "What is it?" He asked "Why were you so angry at me when we first met?" I asked remembering that moment. Time passed but he didn't reply. "Arnav?" I asked softly. He looked up and stared into my eyes "I guess some things are hard to explain." -------------- I never noticed when Arnav leaned closer. His warm breath tickling me. I felt his warm lips on my right cheek and that's when my eyes decided to pop up the widest they could and all my blood rushed to my cheeks. -------- How does it feel to be in a developing society with a freedom that comes with its own rules? A tradition to maintain, culture to treasure and your own dreams. What will you choose? From supportive parents, crazy relatives to fall in love, Welcome to Aesha's world in A tale of an Indian Wattpad writer. All rights are reserved. No one is allowed to copy the story or a part of itComplete
Mistaken love
Not all love stories are soft. Some come with fire, fury... and unforgettable scars. They weren't just in love - They were obsessed. Addicted. Destroyed. Isha Mehra - graceful, grounded, and deeply in love. Kabir Oberoi - a wild, untamed soul with music in his veins and anger in his blood.He was the kind of man girls lost sleep over. A voice that could bring heaven to its knees. A smile that could melt sin. Every girl wanted him - But he? He only ever wanted her. She was the anchor to his storm. The one who could calm his raging anger with a single look. But then- One night. One incident. One mistake. And everything fell apart. Now, years later, she's built a new life. Successful business woman. And he's a broken rockstar with fire in his eyes and poison on his tongue. burning in the spotlight, still carrying the ashes of their past. The pain. The betrayal. The questions left unanswered. And the love that never really died. what really happened years ago? What was that one night... that tore them apart forever? What did she lose? And what did he never forgive? A love so deep shouldn't have ended. But it did. Now it's back-darker, fiercer, and burning with the weight of everything unsaid. ____ "Then burn me," I whispered, close enough to feel the brush of his breath against my cheek. "I'm not afraid of you." He smirked at my words. Then he lowered the gun. Slowly. Deliberately. It slid from my forearm, grazing over the sensitive skin of my wrist, tracing the curve of my elbow, then drifting along my shoulder with a deliberate, torturous slowness. He dragged it lower, the barrel brushing along my Body, as if daring me to react. My breath hitched. "You know what I could do to you... right here, right now," he murmured, voice low, dark. ____ This isn't just love. This is Mistaken Love. And it begins now. This book contains~ She fell first and harder Mysterious Revenge Betrayal Misunderstanding Violence Alcohol AbuseComplete
All of Me Loves All of You💕( PUBLISHED ON AMAZON KINDLE)
Now available on Amazon Kindle as "INNOCENTLY BEAUTIFUL LOVE" "Don't be a spoilsport Aadhu. You can't just back out from a simple dare," said Aayush. "Yes, my aadhu baby. Go girl!!" cheered Meher along with Khushi and Vihaan. "Fine! I will do it. Now stop shouting idiots" said Aadya walking out of their hotel room with her half-open eyes. It seems that the alcohol is getting over her. Standing in front of the room next to theirs, she knocked it twice and just when she was about to turn back, the door opened revealing a well-built, handsome man with captivating brown eyes looking at her in confusion. "You are so handsome that you made me forget my pick-up line," complained Aadya staring at him trying to stand on her feet. "What?" Just as he was about to say something more, she fell on him pecking his lips in the process and dozed off in his arms. Soon, her friends who were trying to peek from their room's door searching for Aadya rushed to her and took her back to the room apologizing to him. *** Come join us in the rollercoaster ride of Arjun and Aadya! 💕✨Complete
BATTLE OF LOVE (completed)
"So, should I take it as a 'yes' Dharani?", Acharya asked me looking straight into my eyes as if he is reading my expressions. I immediately looked down trying to compose myself and hide my feelings before he actually reads them. "Or would you like to take your word bac...." "It's a yes," I replied confidently. Taking your word back is the worst thing you could do in a royal family. It is a sign of weakness and is just unacceptable. Moreover, I am pretty sure Arjun would never agree to marry me. So why should I be the one to reject. "What about you, Arjun?" asked King Indra turning towards his son. "You remember what you told yesterday right?" he said signaling Arjun about something. The room was filled with absolute silence and I realized that the only sound that could be heard is that of my bangles, and that is because my right hand is slightly shivering. "Umm...father....I, " Arjun stuttered perhaps for the first time in his life, "accept....accept... this marriage proposal." I looked at Arjun in disbelief. My eyes widened and I didn't know how but my hand was already on my forehead. I didn't expect this from him. Why in the world would he want to marry me? He hates the way I look at the world. He wants everyone to be as heartless as him and I would never be able to do that. "Dangerously kind" is the word he used to describe me a while ago. We wouldn't even make good friends, let alone life partners. How in the world could we live together? "So it's official. You both are going to get married," king Indra said smiling while Acharya was writing something on a paper as if he already knew this is not going to be all love love. "This is more of an agreement king," he said as he wrote down, "and they knew it. They were eavesdropping on our conversation from the beginning." True, we heard them. We understood what they had planned, but we didn't want to get married. At least I didn't.....Complete
CODENAME: HEARTBEAT
She wasn't supposed to be part of his mission. He wasn't supposed to care. But war has a way of rewriting the rules. At just fifteen, Oishini Sen knows loss better than most. When her mother-a decorated Army officer-is killed in action, Oishini stops being a girl and becomes a survivor. No tears. No fear. Just focus. Alone in a world that salutes her mother's courage but forgets her existence, she teaches herself to trust no one but her own instincts. Until one day, those instincts save lives. On a school trip gone wrong near the border, terrorists infiltrate her group. While adults freeze in panic, it's Oishini's sharp mind that changes the game. That's when she meets Captain Agastya Rathore-23, Special Forces, emotionally unavailable, and trained to never let his guard down. She's just a civilian. He's on a mission. But something about her-her silence, her eyes, her terrifying courage-gets under his skin. One mission turns into many. One encounter turns into something more. But in a world full of danger, secrets, and uniforms-love is not the easiest battle. --- 🔥 A slow-burn military romance. 💔 A haunted orphan girl with fire in her veins. 🎖️ A battle-hardened soldier who forgot how to feel-until her. Their heartbeat is the only code that can't be broken. #CodenameHeartbeat #MilitaryRomance #SlowBurn #StrongFemaleLead #SoldierxCivilian #TraumaHealing #IndianRomance #EmotionalDrama #WattpadOriginal ---
RANISA-HIS FIRST WIFE
"I am yours just yours but I can't be with you anymore" ---------------------- "I married her to save her from the disgrace and shame that society would have thrust upon her," Abhirath said, his voice steady but tinged with an edge of desperation. Vedanti's eyes flashed with anger and hurt. "Oh, and if you had made her your sister, you could have saved her reputation then too, couldn't you, Hukum?" she retorted, using the formal title with a touch of bitterness. "But no, you just had to marry her, didn't you? No explanation, no warning, just a decision made without a thought for what it would do to me." Abhirath took a step closer, his face etched with regret. "Vedanti, you have to understand-" "No," she interrupted, her voice rising. "You don't get to stand there and tell me what I need to understand. You don't get to justify your actions now. You broke my trust, Abhirath. You shattered my heart. How can you expect me to believe anything you say?" The pain in her eyes cut him deeply. He reached out, trying to take her hand, but she pulled away. "I was young, naive," she continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "I trusted you with everything I had. And what did you do? You left me alone in the dead of night, forced me to fend for myself. You planned my parents' deaths, manipulated every part of my life. How can you claim to love me when you've caused me so much pain?" Abhirath's eyes filled with anguish. "Vedanti, every action I took was to protect you, even if it doesn't seem that way. I thought I was doing what was best-" Vedanti laughed bitterly. "Best for whom, Abhirath? For me or for your own conscience? You talk about protection, but all you've done is bring chaos into my life." --------------- PART ONE OF HIS WIFE SERIES✨❤ ------------Complete![This Time, Her Turn [Completed]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/310300233-256-k491330.jpg)
This Time, Her Turn [Completed]
Growing up she believed she had to live life to the fullest, she could not afford to spend her time on anyone! Growing up he believed life had no meaning without the people around. While he fell in love long ago, his partner seemed to think she could do without love. One incident changed that. Ramit knew it was time to give up and willed his rarely stubborn self to let her go, or if the need be, push her away. Only, Geetha's efforts to save their marriage would begin. ∼•∽ This story is an INFP guy ✕ INTJ girl personality interplay project set in Delhi (and Paris) and offers angst etched in their untimely grovel, hurt-comfort brought by their misunderstandings, and some light humour sprinkled amid the grand plot of love. ∼•∽ 🧡 Completed. (14 May '22 - 15 Aug '22) Featured on: 🩵 "New Adult" list of @Romance (by Wattpad), 🩵"Enemies & Friends" list of @Romance (by Wattpad), 💠 "A Little Bit of Everything" list of @NARomance, & 💠 "Roses are Red | Romance" list of @NewlyWrittenBooks. 🧡 Proudly the winner of 1st place in Teen Fix Mini Awards 2022, 2nd in The Heart Awards, 3rd in The Dreamer Awards, all for Romance category. ∼•∽ Specifications: ➙ Genre: Romance/New Adult/Humour ➙ Trope: Second Chances/Unrequited Love ➙ Dynamic: Stoic FL ✕ Emotionally vulnerable ML ➙ Language/Spellings: British English ➙ Chapters: 33 + Epilogue ➙ Length: 85K words ➙ Narrative perspective: 3rd limited POV ➙ Editing: Done to the best of my ability ➙ Absolute reading time: 6-7 hours ➙ Please savour this story over: 2-3 weeks DISCLAIMER: This is pure fiction based on my knowledge. I imply no actual persons. Do not copy. See the copyright below.Complete
Yearning Hearts - a saga of destiny
"Hi Riya how are you feeling?" Kanvika asked a small 9-year-old patient who was lying on the bed suffering from emphysema (a chronic disorder related to the lungs) I'm fine Dr didi and meet my big brother, she said pointing her hand towards the other side of the bed. Without looking first, she continued to say, "Hi this is kanvi..." her voice fading away as soon as she saw the person standing in the opposite direction. The other person, now taking the lead continued, "Hello this is Abhimanyu Agnihotri", forwarded his hand, and he was shocked to see her wearing a nuptial chain ( related to the wedding ). "Hi this is kanvika Baner.." she stopped again and proceeded to say, "Sorry I'm Kanvika Agnihotri " forwarded her hand too, shaking his hand. He was more shocked to hear her saying his surname instead of her name. He didn't even see her face on the day of their wedding. The very next day of their marriage, he had to travel to london for his company emergency meeting and issues. So he never got a chance to see his own wife's face. After 3 months he came back to India as his Grandmother was budging him to take care of his wife and take up his responsibilities. He did not know that he got married to his LOVE and even she didn't know that the person she was searching for is none other than her own husband. People might think this is a mistake forgetting the fact that this is just a Chance given by the destiny. When destiny decides to bring them together, it will. Destiny never break it's own promise. It will bring them back together even without their own acknowledgment Now, how will he convince her? For not being and not caring for past 3 months. Will he ask for forgiveness? Will She forgive him? . . . . . . . She used to live in his memories, He used to live in her words. Neither her heart forgot him nor he left her back. Let's see the journey of two Yearning Hearts.Complete
Aisha Sharma had always carried herself with ambition and grace. As the self-made millionaire founder of an eco-luxury fashion label, a sought-after model and influencer, and Arora Cosmetics' personal designer and brand ambassador, she navigated high society on her own terms-despite conservative parents who prized discretion. Yet nothing in her polished resume prepared her for the Arora gala where elegance and influence intertwined, and a moment of nervous clumsiness left Kabir Singhania's tailored suit drenched in champagne. Kabir, CEO of the sprawling Singhania Group, was famed for his sharp wit and unyielding control. But when Aisha hurled her glass-mistaking him for a would-be harasser-he didn't lash out or look away. He met her apology with measured respect, brushing off the bubbles and offering a quiet, "No harm done," that cut through her panic and lit something in her heart. Beneath his composed exterior, she glimpsed a complex man-sarcasm masking deeper pain, and an intensity that dominated every room. In the months that followed, Aisha watched from the periphery of his world, gathering courage between photoshoots, runway shows, and design consultations. Though an introvert by nature, she found herself drawn into his orbit, daring to imagine a connection beyond mere acquaintance. Finally, summoning every ounce of boldness, she confronted him: "I want more than friendship-will you give me a chance?" His answer was a single, measured word: "No." Her heart stuttered, but her resolve remained unbroken. "Consider this your warning Mr.Singhania, I don't take no for an answer-not in business, and certainly not in love." ""I don't settle for less than what I want-and I want you Mr. Singhania" "This isn't a request; it's a declaration: I'll have you Kabir." Aisha: "Every time you hold back, you break my heart a bit more." Kabir (running a hand through his hair): "Believe me, I'm breaking too."
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