my desi 💖 crush
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School corridors, secret glances, and one unspoken crush-that was her whole world.
She never had the courage to confess, and he never noticed. Yet, every silence held a thousand feelings, and every moment felt like a scene from a Bollywood film. This is the story of a desi teenager, where love isn't just a dream-it's a mix of drama, emotions, and heartbeats no one can control.
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𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐀𝐌 𝐊𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐
𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐀𝐌 𝐊𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐; where yearning meets destiny. "Har dil mein ek aisa ishq hota hai, jo sirf ek naam se pehchaana jaata hai." → In every heart, there's a love that answers only to one name. Every pair reflects one face of Ishq from purity to chaos, laughter to pain, distance to destiny. And all threads tie back to that one truth: "Kisi ke naam ka ishq likha ho toh, usse mitaana mumkin nahi." ☾ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ - - - ✦ - - - mere naam ka ishq - - - ✦ - - - ☾ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ Viddhi voice came softly, as if it had been fighting for years to find its way out. "Tumhe pata hai, maine kab samjha ki mujhe tumse pyaar hai?" Vansh froze. The world quieted, no voices, no wind just the echo of her words and his heartbeat stumbling inside his chest. His voice was quiet, careful. "Kab?" She smiled, faintly, like confessing a wound that never healed. "Jab kisi aur ne mera naam liya... aur mujhe laga, woh hak kisi aur ka ho hi nahi sakta." ☾ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ - - - ✦ - - - mere naam ka ishq - - - ✦ - - - ☾ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ They say first love is unforgettable, not because it lasts forever but because a part of you never leaves it. Viddhi never went looking for love. She found it in stolen glances across crowded hallways, in conversations that meant nothing and everything, in festivals, in rain that lingered a little longer, and in the quiet moments that never asked to be remembered... yet refused to be forgotten. Somewhere between friendship and fate, between laughter and longing, between prayers whispered to the divine and feelings left unspoken, two hearts begin writing a story neither of them is brave enough to confess. Because not every love arrives with a promise. Some arrive like devotion. Some names are spoken. And some become a prayer. This is not a story about falling in love. This is a story about slowly becoming someone's home.
Until Forever ~The Needed Love
She was always the extra - the forgotten daughter, the silent presence at the dinner table. In a world that only gave her the bare minimum, she stopped expecting more. Until him. He didn't just fall in love with her - he saw the pieces she kept hidden, and chose every one. And his family? They didn't need a reason to love her. They just did. This is a story of being unwanted - and finally being chosen. Of breaking away - and finally finding home. This is Until Forever: The Needed Love - where healing begins with love that never asks you to prove you're worthy of it. There might be some mistakes in the story so please ignore them..![ISHQIYA [ON HOLD]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/397768147-256-k854480.jpg)
ISHQIYA [ON HOLD]
Aarohi Deshmukh is soft-spoken, kind-hearted, and sensitive. Topper and disciplined straight-A student. She prefers books over people. Sameer Singhania is charming and competitive. Scores just like Aarohi and irritates her to get a reaction from her. Easy going and fun, he prefers to be with his friends. - Trisha Deshmukh is a daydreamer with a quiet, imaginative mind. She is talkative with everyone except one boy- Aditya, gets shy around him only. Aditya Kapoor is composed, athletic, and charming. He is easy going and fun but also observant and protective of people who are close to him. - Kavya Kapoor is bubbly, outgoing, and expressive. She lights up every room she walks into and isn't afraid to express her feelings. Ishaan Verma is reserved and intelligent. He's introverted, thinks deeply and prefers silence over drama. - Aashna Verma is calm and composed, but with a savage tongue when provoked. She's observant and cool-headed, known for thinking two steps ahead. Advik Singhania is loud, playful, and full of dramatic flair. He's the definition of chaos-spontaneous, energetic, but secretly has a very romantic heart. ••••• There is no cheating or toxic relationship in this book. It's simply a highschool love story with friends and family and I hope you'll give a chance to this book.
Until You Looked Back | 18+ ✔️
He married her. He loved someone else. She loved only him. Seven years of marriage. One child. Zero confessions. When the woman he once loved returns, everything Suhani tried to bury threatens to resurface. The truth. The heartbreak. The night that changed everything. But sometimes, love doesn't come with fireworks. Sometimes, it waits in silence-until the moment you finally look back. We hit ✨ #1 India #1 angst #1 angstwithhappyending #1 trending #1 arrangedmarriage #1 secondchances #1 adorable #1 emotionalromance #1 marriage-of-convenience #1 loveaftermarriage #1 unrequited love #1 trianglelove #1 exgf #1 hidden love #1 heartbreaking #2 slowburnromance #2 grovel #2 familysecrets #2 slowburn #2 marriagedrama #2 desi #3 lovetriangle #3 other woman #4 womensfiction #5 pregnancy #6 adorable #7 Wattpad #7 womanpower #8 forcedmarriage #9 selfdiscovery © Whispersbykiara. All rights reserved. This work is protected under DMCA and international copyright law. Do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt any part of this story without explicit written permission. Unauthorized use will result in immediate DMCA takedown notices, reporting, and, if necessary, legal action. I appreciate every genuine reader, please respect the time, effort, and creativity that went into this work.a-Tamamlanmış Hikaye
A Chapter In You
Some stories aren't meant to be told. They are meant to be felt. This isn't a love story. It's about love itself. The kind that exists beyond words, beyond time, beyond reason. The kind that doesn't need grand gestures or perfect endings. Love is in the quiet moments, in the stolen glances, in the lessons it leaves behind. It is pure, it is raw, and it changes us in ways we never expect. First love is not just about who we love. It is about who we become because of it. Because stories do not have villains. They only have endings, each shaped by a different perspective. न जायते म्रियते वा कदाचिन्नायं भूत्वा भविता वा न भूयः। Translation: It is neither born nor does it ever die; it has neither come into being, nor will it ever come to be again. (Bhagavad Gita 2.20) Like love itself...eternal, yet fleeting. Meant to be lived, not possessed. Would you dare to relive your first chapter?Tamamlanmış Hikaye
Almost, Maybe, Definitely
Aadrika never asked to be the center of every inside joke, every teasing comment, every knowing glance in the group chat. Yet, somehow, she and Reyansh had become the class ship everyone rooted for. She rolled her eyes, ignored the whispers, and shut down the teasing-because obviously, there was nothing going on. Or at least, that's what she thought. But when small moments start adding up-the quiet glances, the subtle changes, the way he never denies anything-Aadrika begins to wonder: Is this just another joke, or is there something real hidden beneath all the teasing? One thing is certain-this is not just another high school crush.
Closed doors, open hearts.
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚. In the eyes of everyone else, they're just friends; untouchable, ordinary, and safe. But when the world isn't watching, the truth of whispered confessions in the dark gets heard, hands that linger too long are felt, and hearts beating too loud are revealed. Every secret moment feels like paradise, but also like walking on a knife's edge. Because if their love is uncovered, they both could lose everything, yet neither of them could imagine letting go of the other.
UNKNOWINGLY, LOVE HAPPENED 💞
In a world full of loud moments and fleeting emotions, this is a story that begins in silence - in the pauses between sentences, in the tension of unspoken feelings, and in the comfort of home-cooked parathas and weekend visits. This isn't just the love story of Diyani Raj and Sabir Gupta - it's a story of every teenage heart that holds on quietly, that waits, that grows, and that believes in a love that's gentle, real, and rooted. From longing glances to late-night confessions, from childhood taunts to future promises - What Is Love? explores the slow, meaningful bloom of affection, friendship, separation, self-growth, and togetherness. It is not a fantasy. It is truthfully romantic. And somewhere, somehow, it might just be your story too.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐀𝐌 𝐊𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐; where yearning meets destiny. "Har dil mein ek aisa ishq hota hai, jo sirf ek naam se pehchaana jaata hai." → In every heart, there's a love that answers only to one name. Every pair reflects one face of Ishq from purity to chaos, laughter to pain, distance to destiny. And all threads tie back to that one truth: "Kisi ke naam ka ishq likha ho toh, usse mitaana mumkin nahi." ☾ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ - - - ✦ - - - mere naam ka ishq - - - ✦ - - - ☾ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ Viddhi voice came softly, as if it had been fighting for years to find its way out. "Tumhe pata hai, maine kab samjha ki mujhe tumse pyaar hai?" Vansh froze. The world quieted, no voices, no wind just the echo of her words and his heartbeat stumbling inside his chest. His voice was quiet, careful. "Kab?" She smiled, faintly, like confessing a wound that never healed. "Jab kisi aur ne mera naam liya... aur mujhe laga, woh hak kisi aur ka ho hi nahi sakta." ☾ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ - - - ✦ - - - mere naam ka ishq - - - ✦ - - - ☾ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ They say first love is unforgettable, not because it lasts forever but because a part of you never leaves it. Viddhi never went looking for love. She found it in stolen glances across crowded hallways, in conversations that meant nothing and everything, in festivals, in rain that lingered a little longer, and in the quiet moments that never asked to be remembered... yet refused to be forgotten. Somewhere between friendship and fate, between laughter and longing, between prayers whispered to the divine and feelings left unspoken, two hearts begin writing a story neither of them is brave enough to confess. Because not every love arrives with a promise. Some arrive like devotion. Some names are spoken. And some become a prayer. This is not a story about falling in love. This is a story about slowly becoming someone's home.
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