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Aurora the naive and shy type. Always plastering a smile on your face and very sneaky, yet cute. She's loved my everyone... Well, not all and likes giving hugs to everyone that loves her especially her nanny. Sadly, she lost her father and has to adapt to a new step father. Hendrix is a Mafia leader with high reputation. A scary personality and very hard to be friends with. He smell of blood, tears, love? Nah.. he lacks one. He's cocky Funny And did I mention arrogant? As the gossip goes.. Opposite attract Watch as the naive and shy baby girl sneak her way into his heart. CLITCHY PEOPLE I. REPEAT. CLICHE "What about Repunzel?" She suggested. "Sure." I'm guessing one of the Disney movies. "What is your favourite movie?" She instantly asked when she took a seat close to me. I shrugged. "Fifty shade of Gray," I smirked. "What's that?" She asked innocently. ......... Most Impressive Ranking # 119short out of 102K stories ranking Other Rankings # 13fallout of 8.9K stories # 87emotionsout of 23.8K stories # 18smallout of 4.7K stories # 62redout of 16.4K stories # 112goodout of 28K stories # 222brokenout of 55.5K stories # 55scaredout of 13.6K stories # 20lovelyout of 4.9K stories # 128beautifulout of 29.4K stories # 6naiveout of 1.1K stories # 65bulliedout of 11.2K stories # 493boyout of 81.2K stories # 230badout of 35.5K stories # 388wattpadout of 55.4K stories # 459hurtout of 64.7K stories # 9bikeout of 1.2K stories # 22calmout of 2.6K stories # 194newyorkout of 14K stories # 973possessiveout of 18.2K stories # 1schholout of 17 stories Please vote and maybefollowmeifyouwant.

When a biker named Micah meets a girl named Lilly, his life takes a turn.

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ලෝකයක් අපිට එරෙහි උනත් මේ අත් අතාරින්නේ නැතිව ඉමූ......... මේක තනිකර සටනක් ලෝක දෙකක් අතර ඇති අතිශය ප්‍රේමණීයම සටනක් මුහුදු නිල් ඇස්,කොළ පාට ඇස් අතර ඇතිවුනු සටනක්.......ප්‍රේමණීය සටන ❤️‍🔥🌼 Story start- 2025/3/29 Story End-.........

Saiyaara Fan-Fiction. Its an AU movie story based on the same charecters as depicted in trailers and songs. Ahaan Pandey as Sahil Agnihotri. A college super star heartthrob. He is passionate about music and bikes. Extremely privileged, handsome and broody. Aneet Padda as Siya Joshi. She is the college topper, a huge nerd, soft and kind. She is hardworking and from a poor household trying to make it out. *************************** There she stood at the archway, wearing my powder blue shirt-half buttoned, barely hanging on her shoulder, sleeves swallowing her hands. My sunglasses, too big for her face, slipping slightly down her nose. And my guitar, slung across her like she was about to perform an arena show. I blinked. "What..." She strutted in like she owned the place. She pulled off her sunglasses in slow motion, her voice husky and dramatic. "You see, I woke up... and I was him. Sahil freakin' Agnihotri. Guitar-wielding prodigy. Man of mystery. Hair gel connoisseur." I choked on a grape. "Siya." She was swaying like a drunken rockstar, fake-belting notes that didn't exist in any scale, throwing her head back so hard my sunglasses flew off her face and clattered to the ground. I had tears in my eyes from holding in the laughter. I just couldn't take it anymore. She was still hopping around the furniture like an unhinged squirrel, doing a full-blown mockery of my performance from last gig-microphone hand gestures, dramatic hair flips, even the fake broody guitar solo that had the crowd roaring. I chased her across the room, dodging a throw pillow she hurled at me, until I finally caught her mid-bounce and tackled her onto the armchair in a heap of limbs and laughter. She was breathless, still fully in character. "Hey," she panted, her voice deepening into a mock baritone. "Do you want to ride on my big bike? I'll teach you cricket... maybe show you my tattoo..."

"𝐔𝐧𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚 𝐩𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐢 𝐧𝐮 𝐢𝐤 𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐢." Start: 10 October 2025 End:

The angels of hell, are blood thirsty and they cannot wait to feast on the blood of their enemies. But there's only one flaw in their plan. Love.

ලියෝ × යාද් ඩේව් ලියෝන් ඇන්ඩෘ ද මෙල් යාද් අභිලාෂ්‍ය විජේමාන්න

පුනරුත්පත්තිය විශ්වාස කරන්න පුළුවන් ද....ආදරය කියන නමටත් වෛර කරන මට‍ ආදරයක් ලැබෙයිද....

අද රෑ මගෙ Last Delivery එක මේ බකමූණගෙ ගෙදරට වෙයි කියලා නම් මම කොහොමත් හිතුවෙ නෑ.. මොනා කරන්නද ඉතින්.. මගෙ ජීවිතේ කොහොමත් වෙන්නෙම හීනෙන් වත් නොහිතන රෙද්දවල් තමා.. මේකත් එහෙම එකක්.. AFTER THE LAST DELIVERY 🍁 2025.12.01 කෙටි කතාවකි..

Eleanor, 19, is living on borrowed time. She's continuing her studies not out of passion, but more out of survival instinct. Not because she dreams of a brilliant career, but because the idea of failing-and having to go back home-makes her sick. Home is a house full of heavy silences, unspoken blame, and above all, a mother consumed by addiction. Their relationship is an emotional minefield. Though physically distant, Eleanor is never truly free. And every call, every message from her mother threatens to pull her back into the chaos she's desperate to escape. At college, she tries to hang on. Her only support is Wallace, her best friend since middle school. Always there. Tall, protective, destined for a pro career in basketball. Wallace is steady, radiant-the complete opposite of the world Eleanor comes from. He helps her stay afloat. Keeps her from drowning. Until one day, a figure appears in a campus hallway-and everything shifts. Danny Shepard. The name alone freezes her in place. It takes Eleanor a moment to recognize him: the scrawny, furious boy she knew at sixteen has become a man. Calmer. Darker. More... unreadable. After assaulting his sports coach, Danny was sentenced to juvenile detention and vanished for four years. On his return, he was denied entry into the third year of med school. He enrolled elsewhere, at the bottom rung of the university ladder. Where Eleanor studies. And he doesn't recognize her. She, on the other hand, never forgot. The bond they shared-fragile and secret, woven during adolescence through stolen glances and charged silences-left a mark. But Danny seems to have erased her. Why? Has he truly forgotten? Or has he buried that part of his life? Eleanor senses that behind the cold mask, there's a war raging. Repressed memories. A guilt that never properly healed.

මුහුද යටට ඉර ගිලෙන්න ඔන්න මෙන්න් මොහොතක්,පැස්ටල් පාට අහසක්,ඒ මේ අත පියාඹන කුරුල්ලු රංචු,නොනැවතී වෙරල සිඹින මුහුදු රල......තනිකරම මායාකාරී හවස් වරුවක් නිර්මාණය කරලා තිබුනා.....මට ඉස්සරහින් මං දකින්න ආසම රූපෙත් හිටියා,මට මාවම ලෝභ කරවන රූපේ මං ඒ දිහා බලාගෙන හිටියේ පුදුම ආදරේකින්.... ආදරේ කියන වචනෙත් මට ආගන්තුක උන කාලයක මට හම්බුන වටිනම වස්තුව.....මං ඒ ඉටි රූපයක් තරම් කෙල්ල දිහා බලන් හිටියේ පිස්සෙක් වගේ....කාට හරි හිතෙයි මේක උමතුවක් කියලා........එහෙම හිතනවා නම් ඒක හරි, මොකද මම මගේ සුදූට උමතුවෙන් වගේ ආදරෙයි.....ආ ඉවසපන් පපුව... අර බෝල ඇස් වලින් මන් දිහා හැරිලා බලලා ඇස් හීනි කරන් හිනා වෙද්දි....මටම හිතුනා මේක උමතුවක් කියලා......🔥♥️

Shubman Gill, cricket's golden boy-graceful, disciplined, the heir to a legacy of respect-basks in the constant praise of his own father and the wistful admiration of Ishan's. Ishan kishan is his antithesis: a storm of restless energy, a genius with a rebellious streak, his brilliance manifest not on the cricket pitch but in the illegal, adrenaline-soaked midnight bike races he dominates as the anonymous "Red Lightning." Their conflict is a cold war of glances across dinner tables, a lifetime of being measured against one another. But everything shifts when Shubman accidentally discovers Ishan's dangerous secret. A confrontation after a crash leads to an uneasy truce and a buried truth: Shubman isn't just judging Ishan; he's captivated by the raw, real passion missing from his own scripted life. Discover how their rivalry evolves ... Disclaimer: it is pure work of fiction and has nothing to do with real life please be respectful, for entertainment purpose only...

"Stay right here," he instructed, and without another word, rushed inside. Avni stood at the entrance, confused but smiling faintly as she watched him hurry about. There was a boyish charm in his expressions, in the way he moved-eager, sincere, a little frantic. He looks so cute, she thought, her heart fluttering. Within seconds, Avyansh returned, carrying a pot filled with rice and a plate with a red liquid- kumkum. "Just two more minutes," he said quickly, and disappeared into the villa once again. Avni waited, her curiosity growing by the second. Soon, he returned, this time with an aarti thali. A small diya flickered on the plate, casting a warm glow across his face. He circled the plate in front of her, performing the aarti, then gently applied vermilion on her forehead. A soft sprinkle of rice followed. "That's your first time entering our villa," he said with a smile. "So your welcome is a must." Avni stared at him, wide-eyed and moved. "Now," he continued, "gently kick this pot with your right foot." She gave a small nod, smiling shyly as she nudged the pot forward with her foot. "Next, place your feet in the kumkum," Avyansh instructed. Her cheeks were already flushed, but now her whole face turned a deep red. She did as told, her delicate feet now stained with the auspicious red. Then, to her surprise, Avyansh knelt down and placed his white t-shirt on the floor in front of her. He held out his hand. "Now leave your footprints here, on this." "But... Avyansh ji-" Avni hesitated, touched and overwhelmed. He looked up at her with eyes full of reverence. "You know, Mumma always said a wife is like Goddess Lakshmi. But to me, you're not just Lakshmi-you're my universe, my everything... my God."

"Darling, how would I not?"-Cameron Maiers Read to find out more hehe:> <3

Between dreams, distance, and discovery, a girl learns that every chapter of growth carries a slice of love within it.🍰💗 If you like this story, please consider voting every vote motivates me more than you can imagine 🥹🤍 This is my first time writing, so I'm still learning. If there's anything you feel I can improve, feel free to let me know. and please don't forget to give me feedback on my story. I hope A Slice of Love makes you feel something. Lots of love 🫶🏻

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Asha Dutta - A bengali girl, lives with her brother at Howrah.She is a "corporate majdoor" working under at Choudhary industries since 3 years. She is harworking, creative and witty woman. Devendra Choudhary- A bengali man living alone at his Apartment at Kolkata. He is a "fine shyt" working hard to prove himself to become the Chairman of Chodhary industries. He is though,rude and workaholic man. She is an atheist He is a harcore believer. He gets what he dreams She do not dream She wants to be loved She wants to be desired She wants to be adored She wants to be craved She wants to be cared for And he is ready to give Because he is a "premik" and will make her his "premika"

~Advit Rajput and Shivangi Oberoi~ "In the world of betrayal, she is my only trust, my angel" ~Advit.... ~Aditya Rajput and Anika Awasthi~ "One moment he was some idiot... and the next, he was the reason my heart forgot how to stay guarded." ~Anika.... DISCLAIMER ~~ This is completely a fiction based story and does not intend to hurt the emotions of any person. This is an original story and if some scene is repeated it is totally a coincidence. First time writing so it may have some mistake, kindly don't mind. (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

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