"𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞" (1st year arc) At the Archon institute ,you don't get power by High grades and charming smiles. It's calculated, stolen and traded. 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 enters as a solitary individual. Believing that she's not here to make freinds. She's here to win. She's here to stay at the top. Ranked at the bottom class D. She's surrounded by useless and incompetent people. She only sees one road ahead : Winning She's determined to destroy anything that stands in her way, until she meets someone who can be a thorn in her path, or someone who is ready to put anything or anyone at stake 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲 -Cold. Calculating. Lethal A genius playing the fool. A man with Method in his madness. A lethal weapon in human skin. The Trojan Horse of class D. He's not here to win. He's here to conquer. He's here to destroy. He's here to reboot. His motives as unclear as his strengths. No one knows who he is, what he is or how he is. He exists as someone who works from the shadows, the hidden asset of class D. The first year begins at the Archon institute. Trust becomes weakness. Betrayel becomes strength. The line between right and wrong non existent. There's only one goal : "Reach to the top" First year, One class, Twenty students. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙨 ?

This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- He rose slowly, still holding her hands. She stepped closer. Closer. So close that the boat rocked faintly beneath them. Then, standing on her toes slightly, she reached up and held his shoulders to steady herself. He instinctively moved his hands to her waist so she wouldn't lose balance. The anklets chimed softly and then.. she bent her head forward.. slowly. Her forehead touched his. The red kumkum on her forehead brushed against his skin, leaving a faint, sacred mark just above his brows. He froze. Neither of them moved. Her eyes were closed and his breath stopped.. the contact was simple. Sacred. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but steady. "If you are my light," she murmured, her forehead still resting against his, "then let me mark you as mine before the world does." She lowered herself slowly, but didn't move away. Her eyes searched his. "You don't need a ring to bind me," she said softly. "And I don't need a ceremony to know what you mean to me." Her fingers brushed the red mark she had left on him. "This," she smiled faintly, "is my answer. My acceptance." His fingers tightened unconsciously around her waist. "I am yours," she whispered. "And you are mine. Not for a moment. But for every day that comes after." And she slowly moved into his embrace and hugged him, holding him a little tighter than usual, like she never wanted to let go. They stayed there for a while longer, not speaking. Everything you're about to read is true... but I've never confessed to him in real life. The story ends with a plot twist my real life hasn't caught up to yet. Happy reading 🩷

ခန့်ဝေဦးနောင် + နွေရတု မိဘတွေရဲ့ သေဆုံးမှုကြောင့် အဘိုးဖြစ်သူ မွေးစားထားတဲ့ သွေးမတော်သားမစပ် အသက်၉ နှစ်ကွာတဲ့ ဦးလေးတော်စပ်သူ ခန့်ဝေဦးနောင် ရဲ့ စောင့်ရှောက်မှုအောက်ရောက်ရှိသွားတဲ့ နွေရတု ကရော ဘယ်လိုမျိုးအခြေအနေတွေ ဆက်ကြုံလာရမလဲ။ မိဘတွေရဲ့ မသင်္ကာစရာကောင်းတဲ့ သေဆုံးမှုကရော ဘယ်လိုပြန်အဖြေရှာကြမလဲ? ဇာတ်ကောင်များသည် စာရေးသူ၏ စိတ်ကူးသက်သက်သာဖြစ်ပါသည်။အမည်နာမ ချင်းတူနေသည်ရှိသော် ကြိုတင်တောင်းပန်အပ်ပါသည်။

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐈 : 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𐙚⋆°🦢.⋆ᥫ᭡ A woman in love is shown as surrender, grace, and divinity; while a man in love is shown as passion, intensity, and devotion - but both dissolve equally in ishq. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ Yug Singhania is an 18-year-old boy currently studying in 12th grade. He lives with his family, which includes his father, mother, and younger sister. Standing 6 feet tall with striking features, he is both the head boy of the school and its academic topper. Ira Kapoor is a 17-year-old girl currently studying in 11th grade. She lives with her father and stands 5'7" tall, her striking beauty matched only by her brilliant mind, with an impressive IQ of 151. Her hobbies include painting, and she plays the piano with ease. _________________________________________ She thought he didn't remember her, unaware of the fact that he had been waiting for her ever since the day she promised to come back and meet him-ten years ago. _________________________________________ "What's your type?" Yug asked. "If you're asking about my type in a man... it's a calm man, Yug," Ira replied, still watching the pouring rain with a soft smile on her face. _________________________________________ "You want to be loved by a calm man, and I want to be that calm man for you-your best friend, your love, and your devotee," Yug said, his eyes fixed on her. _________________________________________ "When I said I'd be your devotee, I meant it, Ira. I mean it," Yug said, while sitting on his knees, her feet resting gently on his thighs. "You are, and always will be, the only girl in my life-as my friend, my love, and my life," he added, then slowly leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to her feet. _________________________________________ • It's a multi couple story. Start - 10 May 2024

────── 〔✿〕────── 𝘑𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘷𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘬𝘪𝘥, 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘠𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘷𝘢𝘯. 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳? 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦? 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬? 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵! ────── 〔✿〕────── "𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮." - 𝘑𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘷𝘪 "𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬." - 𝘠𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘷𝘢𝘯

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ हीरे मोती मैं ना चाहूँ मैं तो चाहूँ संगम तेरा मैं तो तेरी, सैयां तू है मेरा सैयां सैयां तू जो, छू ले, प्यार से आराम से मर जाऊं आजा, चँदा, बाहों में तुमें ही गुम हो जाऊँ मैं तेरे नाम में खो जाऊं सैयां सैयां 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ "𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐮" "𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 " "𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐧 ?!" " 𝐈𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 " "𝐌𝐚𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐤𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐨" 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ #1 in Lucknow #1 in poetic #9 in Delhi #1 in cultural #1 in bestbookever #1 in classical music #8 in te

(Agar aap bhi meri tarah Teri Deewani paglu ho aur Deewani di ke deewane ho 🦋 Then this is for u 🥥✨) ♡𝐉𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐧♡ 𝗔 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 || जीने लगा हूँ, पहले से ज़्यादा पहले से ज़्यादा, तुम पे मरने लगा हूँ... || ✮ . ━━━ ✮ . ━ ☆ ━ . ✮ ━━━ . ✮ "Tell me..." he said softly, "why do we keep searching for something we can never see? We pray, we wait, we ache - for what, really?" "Maybe that's why humans pray," she murmured, her gaze still fixed on the kund. "Because somewhere deep inside, we're all looking for something that makes us feel complete. Not miracles... but the part of us that feels missing. And that missing part... we end up calling God." "Then what if... the missing part I've been praying for all this time, that makes me whole was always... you?" Her breath caught. ✮ . ━━━ ✮ . ━ ☆ ━ . ✮ ━━━ . ✮ 🦋 Meet 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥 - a 12th-grade topper and ultimate bookworm. Girls swoon over him, but he can't even remember their names. Rules are meant to be followed... or so he thinks, until he somehow breaks every single one for her. Serious, smart, and silently magnetic, he's the perfect mix of discipline and intelligence. 🦋 Meet 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 - a class 11 topper who somehow rules the backbench too. A true Shiv bhakt, she starts her day with Om Namah Shivaya and ends it cracking jokes no one dares to. Rules? She bends or breaks them with a mischievous grin. Half devotion, half chaos, all heart.

*Lisa Oberoi And Darsh Raichand♡* Dedication For those people who fight like it's their life's mission, swear they can't stand each other, and still somehow... always end up in the same place, arguing about absolutely nothing. Jo din mein 47 baar bolte hain, "Mujhe usse koi lena dena nahi hai," lekin uske bina har scene thoda adhoora lagta hai. Everyone thinks they hate each other. Honestly? Even they think they hate each other. But the universe? It's just sitting there like: "Sure, beta. Keep fighting. We all know👹✋🏻" --- *Tropes* Enemies to lovers Slow burn Fake dating Brothers bestfriend He fell first and harder Soft romance Sunshine x grumpy teenage love Senior x junior No toxicity romance Brothers bestfriend tropes credit- @deewanixwriters but storyline totally different Thank you♡

『 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒』 ──★ A highschool tale of tangled hearts ★── "She never wanted the spotlight, but somehow, it always found her." - Reet "He could bend rules, bend people... but little did he know, one girl would bend his entire world." - Ishaan "She carried storms in silence, but he was the calm that made her want to stay." - Meher "He noticed the little things, and in the quietest ways, he made her feel seen." - Manav ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧 ✮ Corridors , scribbled notes, stolen glances, playful fights, and unspoken truths. Where friendship tangles with feelings, and every moment feels like the beginning of a story written in the margins of their notebooks. ✦ ˚ 01 ' 🪐 ☆ "Scribbled Hearts" ☆ - Ellie ✎ @the_wtpd_gurly

Yeh kya hua hai kya khabar Yahi pata hai jayda huaa ❤ISHQ WALA LOVE❤ Agar yeh usko bhi hua hai Phir bhi mujhko jayda huaa ❤ISHQ WALA LOVE❤ -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Welcome to school love related series: Book: 1 "ISHQ WALA LOVE" Suhaani Sharma : A sweet sixteen girl, loves being in her own world. A bright student with good IQ. Fun loving girl, doesn't think twice before saying anything. Mature but sometimes act like a child. From bihar, currently she shifted in Delhi for her 11th standard with her family. Her thinking about love is *Love is fictional, it can only found in books* Dhruv Singhania : Seventeen year old guy with good personality. Fun loving guy from Delhi. Loves his family and his group. Average in studies. Knows his limits and he won't cross them. Mature guy, all girls were roaming for just a glimpse of him, but he ignored them all. Superb in basket ball. His thinking about love is *Such a waste of time, isse aacha uss time me basket ball khel lo* -------------------------------------------------------------------------- To know more, jump in the story guys😉 •This novel is all about school crush, bunking classess, friends, trip, truth&dare and alot of masti majak.