Maybe It's Love
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People say the Thakur mansion is cursed...Many entered it, but some never came back the same.At midnight,
whispers echo through the dark halls... footsteps follow you even when no one is there... and shadows move on their own.When Isha enters this mansion, she realizes something terrifying - the real horror is not the ghost...It is Thakur's Law.A law where no one escapes.A law written in blood.And once you enter...you can never leave.
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Vrihit : the lost pages of us
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Nadaniyaan-A Beautiful Mistake
Nadaniyaan - A Beautiful Mistake Some mistakes aren't really mistakes... they become stories. Kashvi - loud, carefree, and full of chaos. Aarshiv - calm, silent, and hard to understand. Two completely different worlds. Two completely different hearts. One silly moment. In a journey filled with laughter, fights, friendships, and unspoken feelings... will these nadaniyaan bring them closer - or change everything forever?
Some love stories begin with confessions. Theirs began with shared library silence, unfinished conversations, hidden glances across council meetings and care so quiet that it almost went unnoticed. It started with a song-a love story written in lyrics, where hearts synced before hands touched 🤍 Swati was expressive only in the letters she never showed anyone. Raghav loved silently through small gestures and patiently listening. Between school corridors, council responsibilities, teasing best friends and growing up too fast... they slowly became each other's safest place without even realising it. A soft slow-burn story where love is not loud. It lingers in eye contact. In waiting for each other. In remembering little things nobody else notices.
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