When life gives you crushes, drama, and teenage nonsense...
Kashish Jhawar returns it with extra tadka and attitude.
She's loud, chalant, cricket-paglu, and allergic to feelings.
Love?
She left that in 7th grade along with her pink pencil box.
Now it's only masti, friends, dance, sports, and iconic roasts.
Her vibe is simple:
"Ladle tu hoga nonchalant, hum toh chatpati CHALANT hai."
Enter Dhruv Shah-
a tall, tanned, messy-haired sports addict who thinks romance is a scam.
A boy who toppers without trying
and plays cricket like it's oxygen.
According to him,
"Pyaar-vyaar se better kuch khelo... time bhi nahi waste hota aur body bhi banti hai."
Then there's Radha Mishra-
the girl whose self-respect has its own security guards.
Eye-roll queen. Crushes ko clothes ki tarah replace karne ki habit.
MIpaglu, attitude machine, but secretly the biggest laughter dayan with her friends.
And finally, Daiwik Raina-
the school's official flirt factory.
Tall, tanned, football player, specs, topper, smooth talker,
and naturally nonchalant.
The kind of boy who says,
"Main flirt nahi karta, mera MOOH karta hai."
Four teenagers.
Zero patience.
Full chaos.
Friendships, roasts, flirting, masti, ego battles, cricket rivalries,
and those confusing "maybe kinda sorta" feelings.
In a world of half-truths and full drama,
they all have one thing in common:
everyone makes "vadde" they never plan to keep.
This is a story of
masti, mohabbat, heartbreak, tadka, aur thoda sa jhootha vaada.
Welcome to Tere Jhoothe Vadde -
where promises break, friendships shake, and hearts... somehow still bloom.
The De Luca brothers reign supreme in the underworld, holding dominion over the ruthless realm of the Italian Mafia.
They are cold, merciless, driven by madness, their loyalty solely to blood. Yet, their lives take an unexpected turn when they discovered their thirteen years old little sister.
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"When she was choking me, is that... love?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, each word trembling as if afraid to leave her lips.
Her eyes, wide and glassy, searched mine desperately, seeking a truth that she couldn't grasp amidst the fog of confusion and despair that clouded her mind.
My heart seethed with rage, a torrent of emotions crashing against the walls of my restraint, threatening to betray the stoic facade I had carefully constructed.
I wanted to scream, to shake her out of this misguided belief.
Hestia, my little sister, stared back at me. Her innocence tainted by the cruel hands of someone who had twisted the meaning of love into something unrecognizable.
She couldn't differentiate the painfully obvious truth, the clear distinction between love and control, kindness and cruelty.
It was as if the very essence of her spirit was being suffocated, just as her breath had been.
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⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive and potentially distressing themes, including abuse, sexual assault, rape, psychological trauma, and mature content.
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