Silent Desires
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In a conservative South Indian college, a 27-year-old lecturer and a 19-year-old student from a traditional family navigate a forbidden love.
Their journey is filled with romance, jealousy, passion, and anger as they battle societal norms and their own emotions, leading to moments of intense connection and heart-wrenching conflicts.
Their eyes met, and the world around them seemed to fade. For a moment, it was just the two of them, the music, and the unspoken connection between them.
"Sir, this is..." she began, but he cut her off.
"Arjun," he said softly. "Just Arjun tonight."
Her lips parted in surprise, but she nodded. "Okay... Arjun.
"You look beautiful tonight," he murmured, his voice so soft she almost didn't hear him.
Her breath hitched, and she felt her cheeks grow warm. "Thank you... Arjun."
He smiled at her use of his name, and for a moment, they forgot about their surroundings.
As the song ended, there was a brief shuffle on the dance floor as students moved around. In the commotion, someone bumped into Ananya, causing her to lose her balance. Arjun instinctively reached out to steady her, pulling her close.
The sudden movement brought their faces mere inches apart. Before either of them could process what was happening, their lips brushed in a fleeting, accidental kiss.
Time seemed to freeze. Ananya's eyes widened in shock, while Arjun's grip on her waist tightened slightly before he quickly stepped back.
"I... I didn't mean to-" he began, his voice filled with panic.
"It's okay," she interrupted, her face flushed with embarrassment and something she couldn't quite name.
They glanced around, relieved to see that no one had noticed the incident.
"Maybe we should... step outside for some fresh air," Arjun suggested, his composure barely intact.
Ananya nodded, following him out to the garden area, where the cool night air helped calm their racing hearts.
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It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.
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New city, new faces, and completely new feelings. To achieve her goals, Aarohi, a middle-class girl from a small town, arrives in Mumbai, the city of dreams. Her life takes a dramatic turn on the very first day of college. What happens on her first day? What unfolds when two completely different personalities collide? Will love bring Aarohi and Vivaan together, or will destiny keep them apart? Join Aarohi and Vivaan on a roller coaster of emotions, revealing a fresh perspective on love and friendship. ***************************** "Do you think this is funny?" I said pushing him away. "Not at all," he stated. "Then stop playing with my emotions everytime," I yelled. "Really? It's you who is playing with me right now by hiding your feelings," he yelled back. "Okay fine. Tell me. Yes there is something going on between us. There is something that I feel about you. So what Vivaan?" I said when he gazed at me with his confused face. "Vivaan, we both are very different from each other and so are our thoughts. When you people are busy exploring new hook up methods, I am still stuck in my old school love stories. I am stuck in my own fairy world still believing in one true love. We both are poles apart from each other. It wouldn't work out between us," I explained. "How would you know if you haven't tried yet?" he said. "Try?" I chuckled. "Love is not a joke that you can try one and if it's not funny enough you can go for another one," I said. "What do you want then?" he asked me. "I want you to leave me alone," I said. "See, whatever you say or do, you can't change the way I feel about you. So you can take your time. However long it might take. I am happy that atleast you accepted your feelings," he said cupping my face with his hand and slowly kissing my forehead. ****************************Concluida
My Ex - Crush
"I wish I had never met you!" Deepika's voice echoed across the classroom, each word a dagger to my heart. "Excellent! At least we finally agree on something!" I fired back, even as a tear betrayed the storm of emotions within me. With those final, stinging words, Deepika stormed out, leaving a heavy silence in her wake. The classroom felt like a graveyard, and I stood there, rooted to the spot, desperately wishing I could chase after her and demand the truth. Maybe letting her go was the right choice. Perhaps this is meant to be my unfinished love story, a tale of what-ifs and almosts. ✨ No Deepika. This can't be his bike. Not Arjun's. But I couldn't deny what I saw-the familiar brown Royal Enfield, now twisted and crushed. My heart hammered as I circled around, hoping, praying it wasn't true, until my gaze landed on the number plate: TN56 0809. Arjun's bike. Deepika! Stop imagining things! Arjun would be fine! I felt the world shift, the noise around me blurring into a single, deafening hum. Ambulance and police sirens echoed, and a stranger's voice broke through: "Two boys. Spot dead. College students." I clutched my chest, gasping for air as reality slammed into me. "Arjun..." I whispered, barely holding myself together. Tears stung my face as I sank beside the wreck. "No, Please, No!" My voice cracked as the weight of regret settled in, suffocating me. ✨ Ex-Crush: More than just a crush, but a little less than love. ✨ Arjun and Deepika were hopelessly in love-only they never realized it. Will they find their way to each other, or will their love story remain forever unfinished? ✨ Join Arjun and Deepika on a journey back to those dreamy college days-days where every moment felt eternal, love was unspoken yet ever present, where friendship bloomed like wildflowers, offering a sanctuary from the harsh winds of reality. Come, wander with them through the corridors of college days, where the echoes of laughter still linger. (CompConcluida
Blemished Desires
Arjun Srivastava x Preeti Aggarwal "I cannot be yours now. My marriage is fixed. Leave me Arjun." I implored under his cage. "You were, are and will always be mine, my chipmunk." He teased me with the name that he had given me during our school time. "I ain't your chipmunk!" I grumbled, scuffling under his hold. His warm breath was fanning my face, neck and cleavage. "Say that you don't love and I swear I won't show my face to you again." He sounded hurt and broken. I love you! I love you to the moon and back, my Arjun, but I can't marry you now. "I don't love you anymore!" I exclaimed, closing my eyes and hiding my tears. He left my wrists immediately and walked away. "ARJUN!" I called him out, but he didn't turn back. My heart cried for him, but my parents had already paid enough dowry to my in-laws, so I couldn't break this alliance. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Preeti Aggarwal was a young chubby college student, who was in love with Arjun Srivastava - the chief inspector of Prayagraj, but they weren't together anymore. Circumstances turned upside down and her marriage was fixed with a stranger. How will they unite again? How will they convince their families? How will they fall in love for the second time?Concluida
Beautiful disaster (completed)
"I can consider your request," he finally replied, causing her face to light up with hope. The weight of her desperation seemed to lift momentarily, replaced by a glimmer of possibility. But then, Kabir paused, making her heart sink. "On one condition," he added, his voice low and serious. The room suddenly felt suffocating, as if the air had been sucked out, leaving only tension and uncertainty. "Finish what we started the other day." His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desires and unfinished business. Kiara furrowed her brows, confusion evident on her face. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. Her mind raced, desperately trying to piece together the fragments of their shared history. Kabir leaned in closer, whispering into her ear. "Spend the night here," he said, his words sending a shockwave through her body. Her eyes widened in disbelief, unable to digest what she was hearing. The room seemed to spin, blurring the boundaries between reality and fantasy. She had never expected this twist in their complicated relationship. Then she remembered a few months ago, during a moment of vulnerability, they had shared a passionate kiss. It had been a fleeting moment, a stolen connection that had left her breathless and yearning for more. She had come to Kabir to mend things between him and her best friend, Maya, but now he was suggesting something completely unexpected. Her mind raced, torn between the fear of crossing boundaries and the intoxicating allure of the unknown. Should she give in to her desires, risking everything she held dear? Or should she walk away, preserving the fragile equilibrium of their lives? story will updated every weekConcluida
Arranged Vows
The hospital cafeteria smelled of filter coffee and formalin-a strange blend of comfort and sterility. Arjun Mehta sat across from Dr. Rajiv Kapoor, a quiet plate of idli untouched between them. "You're not eating," Rajiv observed mildly, lifting his steaming cup of coffee. "I'm not hungry," Arjun murmured, eyes fixed on the glow of his phone. His inbox was a blur of surgery requests, follow-up reports, and urgent messages. Rajiv set his cup down and leaned back, studying the young man who had once been his brightest student. "Arjun," he said quietly, "you've always wanted to pay me back for my guidance and support, haven't you?" Arjun looked up at him, surprised, but his answer was immediate. "Of course, sir. If not for you, I wouldn't even be a doctor today." Rajiv's smile deepened, touched with both warmth and mischief. "Then marry my daughter, Anahita." The surgeon's fingers stilled mid-scroll. Silence stretched between them. "Excuse me?" Rajiv chuckled softly. "I'm not dying, don't worry. No melodrama. No pressure. Just... a wish. I believe you'd take care of her the way you take care of your patients-quietly, but completely." Arjun opened his mouth, closed it again. He had never been in love, never even tried. His life was held together by long shifts and steel discipline. But Rajiv Kapoor was not just a mentor-he was the man who had shaped his very being. Two weeks later, in a simple ceremony attended only by close family, Arjun Mehta married Anahita Kapoor. He did not promise her love. He promised presence. He promised respect. And in the quiet days that followed, under one roof, their story began-not with fireworks, but with the slow, steady bloom of trust.
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✮ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 ✮ ───※ ·❆· ※─── 𝐀 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀 , 𝐚 28 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞. 𝐕𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐇𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐀 , 𝐚 21 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 3𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞. ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ When she thought he wouldn't love her as she is his student, meanwhile he knelt down in front of her parents saying "Because she loves you guys a lot and I love her a lot. Before I confess my feelings I just wanted our relationship with no secrets and I just want to show her how much I love her even if it takes to convince you first before proving her" I said with a smile as I remember her." ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ It's purely fictional. If anyone have problem with it, so please don't read. The name itself is Their forbidden love, so ofcourse there will be forbidden romance. •1𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. •𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. Start - 20th January 2025 Ended - 8th may #4 in india - 18th july 2025 #1 in loveatfirstsight - 15th Feb 202
My College Romance
"I just can't think straight when it comes to you, Deepika. Why do you do this to me?" says Arjun "I'm not doing anything, Arjun," she hissed. "It's you. You're the one confusing the shit out of me." In one sudden movement, he pulled her close. Lifted her chin and pressed his lips against hers. Updated twice a week!
It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.
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