OBJECTION,PROFESSOR!!( ON hold)
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ON HOLD FOR INDEFINITE PERIOD
" duniya andhi ho gyi hai....red flag hai aap .... red flag"
"to khud pr lapet kr shaadi ka joda bna lo...main kuch nhi kahunga"
"Abe mere favourite teacher ki badi aulaad"
"Bolo na mere hone wale aulaad ki maa"
ABHIGYAAN SRIVASTAV
bound by law
He walks like a storm,quiet,determined,marking his territory with each strides. Years of resilience and strategies has shaped him into the double edged weapon .
VARTIKA SAHAY
Aware of responsibilities
she is the timid energy, always calm and observant in ways that make people seen . A sunshine wrapped in responsibilities until she decides to take up her ways out.
A love written in childhood stolen glances, uncertain future and a full blown chaos.
TROPES
professor fml X lawyer ml
agegap
childhood crush
grumpy X sunshine
she fell first X he fell harder
soul exchange
teacher's favourite student X favourite teacher's elder son
eldest daughter X eldest son
romcom
hidden past
bihari energy collides
Dominant??submissive???can't decide 🤡
the story is completely fictional that means no harm. if the storyline or he scenes resembles the plot of any former book...it's a mere coincidence.
please do forgive for the spelling mistakes.
the book is made for fun and will be written mostly in hinglish.
dive in to experience the untimate fun banter.
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TERI JUNOONIYAT...
I don't know yet," Veer admitted. "Now tell me, Dr. Shekhawat, what do you want?" She answered immediately, her voice taking on a deeper, more serious tone. "Someone who doesn't turn me into a Goddess. I want someone who looks at me like a flawed, breathing, normal human." Veer looked puzzled. "What? Isn't it the highest respect if a man treats you like a Goddess?" "No, Veer. It's a trap," Rashi said, looking him dead in the eye. "When you put a woman on a pedestal and call her a Goddess, you aren't honoring her-you're imprisoning her. You're telling her she's not allowed to fail, not allowed to be angry, and certainly not allowed to be herself. Men use that 'Goddess' title to control us. They tell us we are the 'izzat' of the house so they can dictate how we dress and how we speak. They turn our sacrifices into a 'divine duty' just so we never complain about the burden." She leaned back, her gaze cold. "Look at our stories. The 'good' woman is the one who bears abuse with a smile, wears the traditional clothes you approve of, and stays silent. The minute a woman has an opinion, the minute she puts herself first or stops taking someone's shit, you label her the villain. You don't see movies where a man in jeans is a villain just because he isn't in a dhoti, right? But for us, our clothes and our 'tone' decide our character." She sighed, her voice softening but remaining firm. "I don't want to be worshipped. I want a partner who knows I am going to make mistakes-and that those mistakes don't make me a 'bad woman.' I want someone who realizes that my life doesn't revolve around being his moral compass. I just want to be human, Veer. Not a symbol, not a goddess, and definitely not someone's property."
𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫
"Duty first." He says it like a rule. Like a prayer. Like something carved into bone. And she nods...even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched. Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. The nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. He belongs to the nation. She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires, love begins to bloom..not loudly, not rebelliously, but devotionally. This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight...but kneel into it,day by day,like prayer. It is about more than one marriage. More than one longing. Brothers in uniform. Brides learning to love men who were trained never to need. Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, "Stay,"even when they know he will leave at dawn. Because here, desire burns. But duty wins. And yet..love does not lose. It transforms. It waits. It worships. "After the nation," he tells her softly one night, folding his uniform with careful hands, "there is only you." And for a soldier's wife in the nineties, that is not second place. That is everything.
𝘿𝙞𝙡𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙖
𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚 . This story may begin with an accidental pregnancy, but it's not a toxic relationship. Both the male and female leads are complete green flags - mature, respectful, and emotionally supportive. There will be no cheating, no abuse. Their journey will be filled with love, understanding, growth, and a beautifully happy ending.
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Palak : His Blind Love
"You don't understand, Piyush! I am broken. Everyone I love... they leave. I am nothing but bad luck." He stepped closer, his eyes burning. "Then let me be the bad luck...Jaan..!! Because I'd rather be destroyed by you than live a single day without you." Piyush Raghuvanshi is a powerful businessman who is used to getting what he wants. He has money and status, but he also has a temper. For years, he has been desperately searching for the girl who disappeared from his life without a trace. Palak Sharma is innocent and talented, but deep down she is shattered. She hides her depression behind silence and believes she is too broken to be loved. She is a realist who knows that happy endings aren't for everyone. Palak is scared because she thinks a heart as broken as hers can never be healed. He is the storm. She is the silence. He waited for her. She tried to hide. But destiny has different plans. When their paths finally cross, everything changes. Will her life take a turn? Will she ever believe in love again?
𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄~𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
she was his bestfriend's sister.He was her brother's bestfriend she fell in love with him when she didn't even knew the meaning of love her love for him was soft,innocent and unconditional. she was 14,he was 18. he broke her heart by rejecting her love saying her love was temporary and it would fade by time. Time passed they both stopped seeing each other he left the country and everything changed maybe it was the end for something unexpectedly new to begin. 10 years passed and their paths cross again unexpectedly they stood facing each other. " I loved him in silence ,and he didnt believe In love .But my heart knew what it wanted,even when my mind didn't" ~•Mahnoor~• " I didn't believe in love until I met her .And now ,I'm willing to do anything to make her mine." ~•Armaan~• ~ "Sometimes,the heart remembers what the mind forgets,and that's where true love resides"~ " What happens when they face each other after years and all the love,tension and longing returns will they unite?" °••○•°•●°•___________°•○°•●°• Dive into their story to know how their love story begins and ends.
EK SWIPE MEIN | An Indian Army Romance Tale | Completed
ARMY OFFICER AND ONLINE DATING??? "𝗘𝗸 𝘀𝘄𝗶𝗽𝗲 𝗻𝗲, 𝗻𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗳 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗶 𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗴𝗶 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝗮." Army Officer ✓ Age Gap Romance ✓ College Student ✓ Modern Love Meets Chaos ✓ Happy Ending Guaranteed ✓ " 𝐉𝐨 𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐨 𝐚𝐞𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐟𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢." ~ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫 " 𝐉𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢, 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧 𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢." ~ 𝐇𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤 When fun-loving Army Captain Sanjay Thakur swipes right on a dating app, he doesn't expect to match with the no-nonsense, serious college student Hridya Malik. What starts as a mistake turns into a delightful tug-of-war of banter, boundaries, and unexpected emotions. As Hridya's disciplined world clashes with Sanjay's carefree charm, their journey of laughter and understanding begins. Can a single swipe bring two opposites together in a way neither saw coming? Tropes: - Age Gap Romance - Opposites Attract - Military Officer x College Student - Modern Online Dating - Grumpy x Sunshine - Mistaken Match - Heartwarming Happy Ending Completed on 26/02/2025Concluida
𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓴𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓪
#Book 1 "Shivraj Singh Ranawat" - The Business tycoon/ Professor, heartthrob but heartless. "Preet Rao"- An innocent soul, kind-hearted, an ambivert, college going student. "Jaiveer Singhania" - A sharp minded college going student, passionate about his dreams and never wanted to fall in love but got obsessed. Three souls having ultimate different lives and personality. What will happen when they cross eachother's path? Will they heal from the scars of past or they'll destroy each other? Tropes Age gap Soft romance Slow burn Hidden Truths Possessive ML Professor x student MLA x student Businessman x college student Multi couples Beast x innocent soulConcluida
I don't know yet," Veer admitted. "Now tell me, Dr. Shekhawat, what do you want?" She answered immediately, her voice taking on a deeper, more serious tone. "Someone who doesn't turn me into a Goddess. I want someone who looks at me like a flawed, breathing, normal human." Veer looked puzzled. "What? Isn't it the highest respect if a man treats you like a Goddess?" "No, Veer. It's a trap," Rashi said, looking him dead in the eye. "When you put a woman on a pedestal and call her a Goddess, you aren't honoring her-you're imprisoning her. You're telling her she's not allowed to fail, not allowed to be angry, and certainly not allowed to be herself. Men use that 'Goddess' title to control us. They tell us we are the 'izzat' of the house so they can dictate how we dress and how we speak. They turn our sacrifices into a 'divine duty' just so we never complain about the burden." She leaned back, her gaze cold. "Look at our stories. The 'good' woman is the one who bears abuse with a smile, wears the traditional clothes you approve of, and stays silent. The minute a woman has an opinion, the minute she puts herself first or stops taking someone's shit, you label her the villain. You don't see movies where a man in jeans is a villain just because he isn't in a dhoti, right? But for us, our clothes and our 'tone' decide our character." She sighed, her voice softening but remaining firm. "I don't want to be worshipped. I want a partner who knows I am going to make mistakes-and that those mistakes don't make me a 'bad woman.' I want someone who realizes that my life doesn't revolve around being his moral compass. I just want to be human, Veer. Not a symbol, not a goddess, and definitely not someone's property."
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