Ishq Vishq: Pulled Towards You

Ishq Vishq: Pulled Towards You

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When a bold mistake leads to an unforgettable kiss with a stranger, Shree's world flips overnight. She doesn't remember it-but he does. Enter Kritvik Shekhawat: charming, dangerous, and way too invested in teasing the girl who kissed him senseless. What starts with drama, denial, and disastrous run-ins turns into a sizzling game of push and pull. This is not just a story-it's romance dipped in sarcasm, tension, and the kind of obsession that keeps you up at 2AM.
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ISHIKA RANA has always been unapologetically bold and dangerously sarcastic-the girl who speaks her mind throws sarcasm like daggers and refuses to bow to anyone. RUDRA PRATAP SINGH is everything she isn't deciplined, admired, responsible and on his way to become the school's next headboy. He claims to hate her she insists that she can't stand him-at all. But when their friends catch feeling for one another fate pushes Ishika and Rudra into the unluckiest role : partners-in-crime. Plotting their friends together. What begins as reluctant teamwork quickly turns into late-night plans, secret glances, and arguments that feel far too personal. He claims to hate her, she swears she can't stand him-but the more time they spend scheming, the more the line between hate and something far more dangerous begins to blur. Because sometimes, while you're busy helping others fall in love, you stumble straight into it yourself. He calls her wildcat. she calls him walking human migrane. Enemies? or something more? "Hate. Banter. Chaos. Love." ________________________________________

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