𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑

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Time 1h 14m

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She feared love. He believed in it 🤍
When the son of a corrupt politician falls for a girl who hates love, 

things were never meant to be simple.
Will their love survive the politics of blood and betrayal? ❤️‍🩹All Rights Reserved

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His unexpected love( on hold ) by talesbynoor

Ayla didn't believe in love. Not anymore. She had loved once-deeply, foolishly-and it had left her wrecked. Now, she didn't do softness, didn't do attachments. And she definitely didn't do Azlan. But Azlan? He was persistent. No matter how many times she pushed, he never snapped, never walked away. Just stood there, annoyingly patient, like he had all the time in the world. Tonight was no different. "Ayla," he called as she brushed past him at the family gathering. She didn't slow. "Busy." "I didn't ask if you were free," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. She exhaled sharply, turning with an unimpressed look. "What do you want?" Azlan shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels. "You've been avoiding me." "Maybe take the hint," she deadpanned. "I don't care about you. I don't care about your feelings. And I definitely don't want you in my life." That should've made him leave. But Azlan only raised an eyebrow. "Ouch. That was kind of mean, Ayla. You wound me." She crossed her arms. "Good." He chuckled softly. "But see, the problem is, I don't believe you." Her jaw clenched. "I don't care what you believe-" "Of course, you do," he interrupted easily. "Because if you really wanted me gone, you wouldn't be standing here arguing with me. You'd have walked away already." Ayla opened her mouth, then shut it. Azlan's expression softened. "Gotcha." Her hands fisted. "Leave." He nodded, his demeanor sincere. "Okay," he said simply. Ayla blinked. "...What?" "I mean, if you really want me to go, I will," he shrugged. Then, with a gentle smile, he added, "But fair warning-absence makes the heart grow fonder." She scoffed. "Not mine." Azlan's eyes twinkled with mischief. "We'll see." Then, stepping back, he gave her one last playful salute. "Take care, Ayla." Then he walked away. Just like that. And for some annoying reason, she found herself watching him go.

A Shubman Gill fanfiction There are some people you never really get over. Not because you still love them-sometimes you do, sometimes you don't. But because what happened between you and them carved something so deep, even time walks around it carefully. For Rhea Merchant, Shubman Gill was that person. They weren't just college sweethearts-they were gravity. He was the rising cricket star with charm, ambition, and the world at his feet. She was the fiercely intelligent psychology major who saw past his fame and into the boy beneath. Their love was built in libraries, whispered during bus rides to outstation matches, and sealed under moonlit rooftops in Delhi. The kind of love people wrote poetry about. Until it broke. Until a scandal exploded that nearly destroyed Shubman's career, and all the evidence pointed to the one person he trusted most: Rhea. She didn't defend herself. He didn't ask twice. Six years passed like strangers walking in opposite directions on a crowded street-close enough to remember, far enough to forget. Now, their paths collide again in South Africa, where Shubman is vice-captain of Team India and Rhea is flown in last-minute as a sports psychologist to manage rising anxiety cases within the squad. They meet in a hotel hallway. A glance. A pause. And then- She walks past like he's air. He doesn't even flinch. But beneath the surface, memories smolder. The silence between them is not absence-it's tension, bruised trust, and unsaid apologies wrapped in ego. As they're forced into shared spaces, media storms, and high-stakes matches, old wounds crack open. Rhea discovers the truth behind the betrayal she never cleared. And Shubman realizes the weight of the silence he never broke. They say time heals everything. But time never healed them. Because what they had wasn't just love. It was almost. Always.

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He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

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"it's not love dhruv, I don't love you Dhruv. you don't have rights to force me Dhruv. I don't love you. I hate you, I hate you Dhruv. _Tara "you are only mine. no one can dare to snatch you away from me, and if they does.... you are mine.. -Dhruv

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Heer sharma, a smart and intelligent girl who lives with her mother, and has no idea about her father. What will happen when one day , she has to live with her father's family which has her step mother and 6 half brothers, because her own mother had the last stage cancer and cant survive anymore? How will Heer manage to live in that house? TROPES~ High school romance 6 Protective Half brothers Bad boy x good girl Best friend's sisterxBrother's best friend He fell first and harder No bullying 12th x 11th Rom-com Bold girl Backbencherxtopper Family love

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After High Series # 1: Do You Swear? by beeyotch

(After High Series # 1) Saffron Rose Borromeo appears to have it all-top grades, family connections, and a guaranteed future in law. But appearances can be deceiving. Maximiliano Jose Delgado is her academic equal and complete opposite. Brilliant, intense, and fiercely independent, he seems to see right through her polished facade-and he clearly doesn't like what he sees. From their first day at the SCA- College of Law, they're locked in a rivalry that goes beyond textbooks and test scores. It's personal. It's consuming. And neither understands why the other brings out such strong reactions. But when good intentions collide with wounded pride, their carefully constructed worlds begin to crumble. Some secrets destroy trust. Some lies are meant to help. And sometimes, the person you're trying to save is the last person who wants your rescue.

Two kingdoms built on power. Two CEOs bound by hate. And one obsession that neither of them can escape. Maya Rajvansh has fought her way to the top of the corporate world, untouchable and feared as the steel-hearted CEO of Rajvansh Enterprises. Her empire runs on her control-and she refuses to bow to anyone. Rahul Raichand, her sworn enemy and rival CEO, thrives on conquest. For years, he has plotted to destroy her company. But the truth no one knows? He doesn't just want her empire-he wants her. Entirely. Completely. Possessively. When a brutal merger forces them under one roof, their hatred ignites into a war of obsession. Rahul has already fallen, hard and first, but his love is twisted, dangerous, and all-consuming. And Maya is about to learn that in Rahul's world, surrender isn't an option-it's destiny.

His unexpected love( on hold )

Ayla didn't believe in love. Not anymore. She had loved once-deeply, foolishly-and it had left her wrecked. Now, she didn't do softness, didn't do attachments. And she definitely didn't do Azlan. But Azlan? He was persistent. No matter how many times she pushed, he never snapped, never walked away. Just stood there, annoyingly patient, like he had all the time in the world. Tonight was no different. "Ayla," he called as she brushed past him at the family gathering. She didn't slow. "Busy." "I didn't ask if you were free," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. She exhaled sharply, turning with an unimpressed look. "What do you want?" Azlan shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels. "You've been avoiding me." "Maybe take the hint," she deadpanned. "I don't care about you. I don't care about your feelings. And I definitely don't want you in my life." That should've made him leave. But Azlan only raised an eyebrow. "Ouch. That was kind of mean, Ayla. You wound me." She crossed her arms. "Good." He chuckled softly. "But see, the problem is, I don't believe you." Her jaw clenched. "I don't care what you believe-" "Of course, you do," he interrupted easily. "Because if you really wanted me gone, you wouldn't be standing here arguing with me. You'd have walked away already." Ayla opened her mouth, then shut it. Azlan's expression softened. "Gotcha." Her hands fisted. "Leave." He nodded, his demeanor sincere. "Okay," he said simply. Ayla blinked. "...What?" "I mean, if you really want me to go, I will," he shrugged. Then, with a gentle smile, he added, "But fair warning-absence makes the heart grow fonder." She scoffed. "Not mine." Azlan's eyes twinkled with mischief. "We'll see." Then, stepping back, he gave her one last playful salute. "Take care, Ayla." Then he walked away. Just like that. And for some annoying reason, she found herself watching him go.

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