First Glance, Last Kiss

First Glance, Last Kiss

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"You stay by my side. All night. And don't bother with my friends." I look up at him with the same intensity. "Stop ordering me around." I say, crossing my arms. He steps back. "I mean it. Don't forget you put yourself into this mess." I roll my eyes once again, before stepping out and not bothering to shut the door as I walk towards the venue. Darshan falls into step beside me, his hand placed on my lower back softly. "Keep rolling your eyes, maybe you'll find a brain at the back." I scoff, "Atleast I'll find it in there, you on the other hand? Probably not. No wonder people call you a dickhead." I mumble the last part, he just grins walking into the party venue. --------- Nishal Vaghani, a rich popular and sassy girl, falls for the unexpected, her senior, her brother's rival. A guy she was told to be distant from. A guy she couldn't stand. A guy she didn't know would fall equally hard for her... Darshan Meghani. Tropes: * Enemies x Lovers * Elder brother's rival * College romance * Second Chances * Forbidden Love * Secret Romance
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Karsten Ivy Trilogy

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(A bollywood musical story) Italian CEO × Desi Girl Enemies to lovers (major trope) #5-Billionairelove-05/08/25 She was never meant to marry him. They weren't poles apart, they were custom apart. Not by distance, but by 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮, of Indian origin, was born and raised in Italy. Her heart beats for chai, not coffee. Her manners were stuck to desi, her traditions rooted in another land. She spoke both Hindi and Italian, but there was still something her parents never told her. A secret she uncovered too late. He hated her. Hated seeing her, hearing her, even speaking to her. The marriage was just an arrangement and nothing more for him. But when his sharp glares turned into lingering stares, he knew something had shifted. She had quietly made a place into his mind and heart. He didn't know what a saree was, or what made chai so special but sitting in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand, watching his wife draped in simple cotton sarees, somehow became his routine. He didn't know what vermilion meant but when he caught himself smiling every time he saw it on her forehead, he realized something different and beautiful at once: He was falling in love. With his wife. With 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮 "𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨."

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