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A one-shot inspired by a song? Sounds weird... or maybe interesting. I'll let you decide.
But yes, this story is inspired by one of my favorite songs, Panihari.
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✨🕊️ Every evening, Ruhi stood in her balcony with a cup of coffee and thoughts she never really shared with anyone. And every day, Aarish chose the same road... slowing down his bicycle just enough to look at her for a few extra seconds. The first time he saw her, something shifted. Maybe it was the way she looked lost in her own world. Maybe it was the quiet sadness behind her smile. Or maybe Aarish was doomed from the very beginning. 😭✨ Both were JEE aspirants - surviving on caffeine, academic pressure, and unstable sleep schedules. But while everyone else struggled to understand physics, Aarish was the kind of guy who explained concepts better than actual teachers. Calm voice. Endless patience. Smart without showing off. The type of person who made difficult things feel easy. Ruhi, meanwhile, was sarcastic, emotionally complicated, and one minor inconvenience away from imagining herself in a full Bollywood heartbreak montage. Between test series, late-night doubts, shared notes, silent support, and conversations that somehow lasted longer than intended... they slowly became each other's comfort place. No dramatic confessions. No instant love story. Just soft moments, stolen glances, hidden feelings, and a boy who fell first the moment he saw her. ✦ JEE aspirant × JEE aspirant ✦ He fell first at first sight ✦ The boy who teaches better than teachers ✦ Slow burn romance ✦ Balcony × cycle trope ✦ Emotional comfort trope ✦ "Did you eat?" = love language ✦ Friends to "wait... what are we?" ✦ Filmy moments + sarcastic flirting ✦ Two exhausted students accidentally falling in love 😭 And before you all get attached and start preparing heartbreak playlists - YES. This story has a happy ending. 🕊️✨ Because after everything life puts them through... they deserve one.
STARLIT BETWEEN US
What happens when the school's most disciplined athlete falls helplessly for a total diva, and his chaotic best friend starts catching real feelings for the captain's own sister? Welcome to Section 10th-B, where logic goes to die and everyone is down bad. Story cover by @nyra.vale.writes on Instagram <3
𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲
I met Nikarsh Khurana when I was eight years old. Not in school. Not at a family function. But in a crowded tuition classroom where children came to study and I unknowingly found the boy who would stay in my thoughts for years. He lived only one lane away from me. Close enough to see. Close enough to remember. Yet somehow, always too far away. From childhood memories and unfinished conversations to years of silent longing, this is the story of a girl who grew up carrying feelings she never had the courage to name and a boy whose brown eyes became a part of every chapter of her life. Maybe this is a love story. Or maybe it's a story about growing up, holding on, letting go, and finding the courage to write your own ending when life refuses to give you one. After all, some people live miles apart. Mine lived only one lane away. Created: 2nd June, 2026 Started: 20th July, 2026 Ended:
𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚
"मैं परिंदा हूँ तू है सितारा मैं अपना आसमान चुनु तू अपना आसमानमैं" ｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ───────── ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡ 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚 ~ 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 He is from Kashmir. Chaos is his mother tongue. He feels like warm Kashmiri chai on a freezing morning. Slow. Comforting. Deceptively strong. She is from Kanyakumari. Loud, expressive, dramatic in the best way possible. She smells like fresh mallipoo and chaos. Fire wrapped in bangles and sarcasm. When they meet, sparks do not fly. Storms do. ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ───────────── ꒰ა ☆ ໒ They argue about everything. Language. Food. Weather. Music. Who makes better chai. Who has better beaches. He calls her "too much." She calls him "too boring." He rolls his eyes. She rolls up her sleeves. Hair pulling. Endless roasting. Cold wars in the corridor. Unspoken concern hidden behind sarcastic comments. But somewhere between college corridors and cultural festivals, between snowfall stories and sunset confessions, something shifts. Because sometimes chaos needs calm. And sometimes calm needs a little chaos to feel alive. But destiny is stubborn. And love, even more so.
𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐇
Hold your tears for the last chapter!! 𝐌𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐡𝐢, 𝐖𝐨𝐡 𝐉𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞, 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐮𝐦 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞, 𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞 𝐇𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐓𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐅𝐢𝐫 𝐁𝐡𝐢 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧, 𝐓𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ☪︎ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･❂ Maybe in another life, our hearts will entwine, And we'll meet again, in a love that's truly divine. But for now, it's impossible, a love that's out of time. Here we are, a half-written story, Forever etched in my heart, a memory to adore. ⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝ 𝐈𝐧 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥~ Long distance sucks," she sighed, "Apan dono mil bhi nhi paarhe," she said. "Haina, I wish hum milte, Ghumte aur maze karte" he replied. ----------------------------------------------------------- She gazed at the moon, her heart's desire, "I wish hum utne he long distance mein hote, ....Jitne hote the," she whispered, tear fell down her cheeks.
𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐀 𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑
"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.
𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙔𝙤𝙪
𝗗𝘂𝗲𝘁 𝟭 𝗼𝗳 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦⋆˚꩜｡ "𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬?" ʏᴜᴡᴀᴋꜱʜɪ (19) -ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴜᴄʜ?? ʏᴜɢ (20) -ᴇxᴄʟᴜꜱɪᴠᴇʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴜᴡɪ -- Tropes ☆Rivals to Lovers ☆Past Trauma ☆Forced Proximity ☆Mutual Friendship ☆Past Misunderstanding
The romance project
With a dreadful senior year & a chaotic life in his house, 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐯 𝐒𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐚𝐯, was barely holding onto a thread called his Sanity. All he sought was a refuge, a retreat from his reality. 𝙁𝙍𝙊-𝙇𝙄𝙏, the senior year's school trip, was one such opportunity that knocked his door, a hope of serenity was in his grasp, but all it took is a tiny rumour to turn things upside down and a girl who is the central axis of all of it. .. The inevitable changes going through 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐧's life is taking a toll on her. New people, different school, a rift between her parents. These novelties gets overwhelming, but still she remain focused on her goal of getting the scholarship from her dream university at abroad. The arrival of 𝙁𝙍𝙊-𝙇𝙄𝙏, changes the course of her life, in top of that, a mere boy who was an out-of-focus in her life took the spotlight of her mind, keeping her thoughts alive and distracted. the academic rivals who never once shared a conversation, will they exchange their hearts? Or the sparks which was ignited will turn into embers and fade into nothingness? Tropes: ◇ Desi High school romance ◇Academic rivals-to-lovers ◇North Indian MMC X South Indian FMC ◇infamous girl X nerd guy ◇School trip ◇Fake dating ◇(Ex) best friend's sister ◇gossips & rumour ◇Goofy banter ◇high school drama
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊
The walls of corridors whispered their names, a rivalry that has taken over St. Thomas High school. When two opposite forces collide with each other, we observe disaster so what happens when calmness meets chaos? Shlok Taneja, the calm, calculating maths topper, and Dhvani Bothra, the sharp-tongued tech genius who refuses to lose to him. Being the vice captains of enemy houses, and experts at pretending they can't stand each other. They have already divided the school into two teams choosing one as their favourite. Dive into the story of these two young high school students, filled with competition, chaos, and chemistry. It might pull you into their world and make you wish you sat right beside them in class. Cause sometimes the person you fight the hardest with, might just be the one you fall the hardest for.
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 & 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄.
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 & 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 Piya hated him. Kian hated her. And yet Fate shoved them into the same space. A twisted tale where jealousy has no redemption, betrayal leaves no regret, and falling in love seems impossible. .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐏𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀 "Pyaar ki leher jhoot ki booniyad pr barbaad hojati hai, aur mein tumhe barbaad hone dena nahi chahti." 𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 "Pyaar ki leher uss barbadi ke aag ko bhi bujha sakti, bss ek mauka toh dekar dekho" .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ Welcome to Piya and Kian's story.
✨🕊️ Every evening, Ruhi stood in her balcony with a cup of coffee and thoughts she never really shared with anyone. And every day, Aarish chose the same road... slowing down his bicycle just enough to look at her for a few extra seconds. The first time he saw her, something shifted. Maybe it was the way she looked lost in her own world. Maybe it was the quiet sadness behind her smile. Or maybe Aarish was doomed from the very beginning. 😭✨ Both were JEE aspirants - surviving on caffeine, academic pressure, and unstable sleep schedules. But while everyone else struggled to understand physics, Aarish was the kind of guy who explained concepts better than actual teachers. Calm voice. Endless patience. Smart without showing off. The type of person who made difficult things feel easy. Ruhi, meanwhile, was sarcastic, emotionally complicated, and one minor inconvenience away from imagining herself in a full Bollywood heartbreak montage. Between test series, late-night doubts, shared notes, silent support, and conversations that somehow lasted longer than intended... they slowly became each other's comfort place. No dramatic confessions. No instant love story. Just soft moments, stolen glances, hidden feelings, and a boy who fell first the moment he saw her. ✦ JEE aspirant × JEE aspirant ✦ He fell first at first sight ✦ The boy who teaches better than teachers ✦ Slow burn romance ✦ Balcony × cycle trope ✦ Emotional comfort trope ✦ "Did you eat?" = love language ✦ Friends to "wait... what are we?" ✦ Filmy moments + sarcastic flirting ✦ Two exhausted students accidentally falling in love 😭 And before you all get attached and start preparing heartbreak playlists - YES. This story has a happy ending. 🕊️✨ Because after everything life puts them through... they deserve one.
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