Switches between Maya and Carinas POV. Completed story! Thank you for reading! 🤍

"I wish I had never met you!" Deepika's voice echoed across the classroom, each word a dagger to my heart. "Excellent! At least we finally agree on something!" I fired back, even as a tear betrayed the storm of emotions within me. With those final, stinging words, Deepika stormed out, leaving a heavy silence in her wake. The classroom felt like a graveyard, and I stood there, rooted to the spot, desperately wishing I could chase after her and demand the truth. Maybe letting her go was the right choice. Perhaps this is meant to be my unfinished love story, a tale of what-ifs and almosts. ✨ No Deepika. This can't be his bike. Not Arjun's. But I couldn't deny what I saw-the familiar brown Royal Enfield, now twisted and crushed. My heart hammered as I circled around, hoping, praying it wasn't true, until my gaze landed on the number plate: TN56 0809. Arjun's bike. Deepika! Stop imagining things! Arjun would be fine! I felt the world shift, the noise around me blurring into a single, deafening hum. Ambulance and police sirens echoed, and a stranger's voice broke through: "Two boys. Spot dead. College students." I clutched my chest, gasping for air as reality slammed into me. "Arjun..." I whispered, barely holding myself together. Tears stung my face as I sank beside the wreck. "No, Please, No!" My voice cracked as the weight of regret settled in, suffocating me. ✨ Ex-Crush: More than just a crush, but a little less than love. ✨ Arjun and Deepika were hopelessly in love-only they never realized it. Will they find their way to each other, or will their love story remain forever unfinished? ✨ Join Arjun and Deepika on a journey back to those dreamy college days-days where every moment felt eternal, love was unspoken yet ever present, where friendship bloomed like wildflowers, offering a sanctuary from the harsh winds of reality. Come, wander with them through the corridors of college days, where the echoes of laughter still linger. (Comp

Well this is my book two on my second account as my first one got deleted unfortunately'ridhima sharma tiya' so iam continuing my story as a second book. So pls read first part then only u will understand this one.

A bus arrived at the bus stop and she got in first as she was in the front and the rest followed. There was a vacant seat reserved for ladies but she decided to stand. Her eyes were glued at the door and her lips formed a subtle curve when she saw him board the bus before it took off. Glancing through the crowd of people, he moved past everyone and stood beside her. Her heart pounded and she blushed giving a tough competition to the tomato as their arms brushed each other. His staring session and her glances through the corner of her eyes combined with blushes was disturbed by the conductor who demanded the ticket. "Pass", they both say in unison. While the conductor brush passed the two, they both look each other and smiled. She gasped at once when he slid his hand and held her by her waist. She pursed her lips and shyly looked at him through the corner of eyes. "Move ahead, move ahead. Make space for others to get in.", Said the conductor and the people beside them squeezed them closer together by pushing them. His hands were off her waist. He inhaled the soft scent which came from her hair as she now stood ahead of him. Every time the driver stepped on the brakes, they experienced a current pass through their bodies as it collided with the other. . . . . "Doesn't a middle class boy like me have any rights to love?" . . . "All I ask for, is his love!" Welcome to the middle class life!! 😌 Story of 90% population of India! Highest ranks: #1 in middleclass #1 in Indian #1 in relatable #1 in Problems

The guest started registering at the registration desk. Ansh was waiting for the one who become famous in his office & it was dicey of her presence. Ansh was confident that she will come. As he bet with the person handling her PR. Finally, Ansh saw a lady who was accompanied on the big day by her Mom & Dad. I told to myself "Yehi hai wo." I was laughing out loud inside. Her eyes met mine. I saw a dusky-skinned woman no less intimidating Glowing bioluminescent whorls decorated the sides of her head. She bowed slightly. Her skin alternated in midnight black and pale white bands that wound up her body and down her arms and legs, with ridges along the line where light met dark. She is gifted with Sharp & Defined facial features, especially the eyes, lips, brow & nose An amazing figure like the hourglass. She has a roman nose, thin lips, a good jawline, and not too much makeup. Most important a nice personality too. She had a Perfect curve. Dusky skin & hazel Eyes it seems as if she used lens because her iris seems to be larger than average which was looking good on her face. Long and dark eyelashes. Long hair. I was measuring her height which looked good. It was just my imagination because the exact height was hidden because of her high heel. She was holding her mom's hand on one side & on the left hand, she was carrying her white clutch. "Mam, can you show me your covid vaccination certificate? Ansh asked I don't have the certificate but I have my RTPCR report. She replied I asked to show it. The report was more than 72 hrs old. She was continuously looking into my eyes as if she wanted to say something without speaking. I received that message telepathically that she was praying to god may he look at my face & not the report. The event flow started & there was a welcome speech by Bipasha Basu. 'I looked at her and didn't ask for her Mom's report & ask to proceed. She thanked me and proceed towards the sitting arrangement.

🖤 ᵣₑqᵤᵢₜₑd ₗₒᵥₑ 🖤 ٩(●˙▿˙●)۶...⋆ฺ When i pass by moonlight stars in your eyes,they were shinning like none of them could be mine...*:・ﾟ✧ . . . To . . . When i pass by moonlight stars in your eyes,never knew the shine would light up my whole life...｡.:*♡ ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ Join Preeti and Aryan in their journey of requited love... (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

Join the journey of short love stories full of obession, possesion , love and lust with twist of desi spice 🦋 Always wanted love stories without gadbad ghotala, so writing one on my own ...✨ Here's to my journey of love which I couldn't find in real life 🥂

❝Some beautiful paths can't be discovered without getting lost.❞ --------------------- I had accepted my fate. I was ready to get sacrificed for the sake of my so-called family which never thought of me as their own. I grew up amongst humiliations and taunts while not knowing what really was my fault. I grew cold over the time. I shut myself from the world while not having anyone by my side in this journey called life. I thought I was used to that feeling but everything changed when I met him. He came to me as a breath of fresh air. He set me free so I could fly higher in that clear blue sky. I always dreamt big but he gave me the strength to fight for them. His warmth killed the coldness within me but was it fine for me to want something? I was stuck in barriers set by my own people and I was too afraid to fight the odds. So the best I did was push everything and everyone away and run from every problem that my life held... ♡︎♡︎♡︎

■■ "You know what matters? It's-" "It's the journey that matters, not the destination." "Wrong. It's not the journey or the destination, it's the seatmate that matters." "True. As with any journey, who you travel with can be more important than your destination." ■■ 《 Embark on the journey of love. It takes from yourself to yourself 》

For the life's a journey and I'm the passenger, Wandering on the roads a while longer, Experiences to learn from and moments to cherish, I must sit back, learn and then walk on the way ahead . Each one of us, ventures out on different paths at different stages in life and those paths shape us up to who we are in our present . Join Maahir and Ojasvi in this short journey of self discovery and test of their love. ✨