Bike Stories

Sahil Agnihotri. A college super star heartthrob. He is passionate about music and bikes. Extremely privileged, handsome and broody. 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..."

Isha Roy, a carefree college student living her life in her way. But her world tilts when she meets him-Yuvraj Rawat. Her dangerously irresistible professor who owns the roads with his roaring bike and owns her thoughts with just a look.

When the sun sets, the streets belong to them. Eight riders. One crown. No brakes. No fear. No mercy. Han Jisung and Lee Minho are enemies by choice and disasters by nature - racing on identical bikes, only the colors giving them away. Midnight black chrome streaked in toxic green. The same frame burning in metallic pink. Green and pink colliding at 200 km/h. Insults fly. Engines scream. Tension burns hotter than the asphalt beneath their tires. Because hate this intense never stays just hate. This isn't a love story. It's a collision waiting to happen. Everything about this story is fictional, there is no reference to real life or the people themselves. I don't own any pictures or names. This is just for entertainment and is not meant to harm anyone.

This was never a story about love. It was about power. Control. And the quiet destruction that follows both. Nothing here is what it seems. Not the choices. Not the bonds. Not the truth. Because sometimes...people don't fall apart. They are torn apart...slowly, deliberately, and beyond repair. And when it's over...there's nothing left but the aftermath. All rights reserved ©

𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞. 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩-𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝, 𝐇𝐞𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧, 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧... 𝐇𝐞𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞.

~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. (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

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.

𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇' 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 - Fanfiction ©itsksngirl | 2025 - 26

𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧. 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐤 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨. 𝐀 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤-𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡, 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧 - 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬?

Two souls. One date. And 386 days that were never meant to be forgotten. | ILAYDA × ARDEN | Ilayda Aydemir - lives by her own rules-fearless, sharp-tongued, and unbreakable. Arden Demirhan - rules an empire-cold, powerful, and used to bending the world at his will. When their paths collide on a highway, it sparks a war neither of them is ready for. Some meetings are accidents. Some are destiny in disguise. And some are the beginning of a storm that shatters the repaired souls within. Because, when Ilayda meets Arden, IT was bound to happen. IT had to happen. A story of fire, fate, and the kind of love that rises from war. Welcome to The Unforgettable 386 Days.

ඇයගෙ ජිවිතය කිසිසෙත් නොහිතු පැත්තකට ගලාගෙන යන්නෙ පුංචිම පුංචි සමන් පිච්ච මලක් නිසා බව වටහා ගනිද? ඇයගෙ ජිවිතේට නැවත ආදරයෙ සුවද රැගෙන එමට පුංචි මලට හැකි වෙවිද?

"You are my most hated obsession Abhi "

Siddharth raised his hand in mock surender , his grin widening "Relax,Blossom it's an compliment--" Avni cut him off "Bottle fek ke marungi, bandar kahika" Avni said clutching the bottle in her hand like a weapon,her cheeks becoming red like a tomato due to anger which Siddharth found Cute Seriously?? How can someone look so cute while threatening about bodily harm He thought to himself then with a smirk that made her blood pressure spike replied "Really,me bandar lagta hu kya?" He said it meant to be a teasing statement "Nhi!! Chikne lagte ho " 🦋RIVALS AND ROSES🦋 💖TROUPES💖 Arrange marriage Academic rivals to lovers (he secretly admires her ) Red flag X green flag (green flag only for her) Biker X Booktok girlie

She doesn't ask for help. Not because she can't. But because she doesn't want to be heavy. Ira has mastered the art of leaving early. Before staying costs her more than moving on.

Book 1 of series "his" Crossing paths Two moments, two chances - fate's subtle, provocative design. Moment two: A roadside rescue - Nightfall shrouded the deserted highway as screeching tires faded away. Ayaan lay wounded, bullet grazed forehead bleeding profusely - Pain blurred his vision, yet awareness lingered, focused on salvation nearby. A female doctor rushed to aid, skilled hands moving swiftly, gently - Consumed by healing instinct, unaware of his masked gaze penetrating. He wore a black mask, hiding identity, shielding truth - Only his haunting eyes visible, burning with intensity, locked onto hers youth. Though masked, his stare conveyed gratitude, curiosity, and something more - Her touch saved his life, as their hands touched in a fleeting score. Later, "The Masked Man" frequented her hospital floor . Moment three: A midnight revelation - Three men sat across from two enigmatic women - Founders of Aasman Racing Club, legendary names whispered among adrenaline seekers. To their left, one woman introduced as "Agni" - fiery spirit evident, yet face obscured. To their right, the other founder, voice low and mysterious, named "Moh" - Both silhouettes exuded confidence, commanding respect in dim lighting. The men leaned forward, engaged in discussion - club sponsorship and racing strategy - Until Agni suddenly pushed back her chair, standing tall, and unveiled her presence. The room froze as her face emerged from shadows... One man's eyes widened, breath caught - stunned recognition ignited his mind. Moh remained still, observing the reaction, hint of a knowing smile - Moment four: A truth revealed on a moonlit night - Ayaan khan : the ruthless ceo of India's biggest software company and a secret officer.. Adeeba khan: fearless neurosurgeon of her state at only age of 26 and her passion profession

ආදරෙයි....ඔයා මට කරන ආදරේට වඩා ආදරෙයි -තාරු- මන් ඒ අත අල්ලගත්තෙ අතාරින්න නෙවෙ බන් -රශ්- දන්නවද ආදරේ ගොඩාක් දෙන්නෙ ආදරෙන් පැරදුන අයලු -තාරු- මන් ඔයාට කොච්චර ආදරේද කියනව නම් තාරු මන් ඔයාව ලබන ආත්මෙටත් ඉල්ලලා ඉවරයි -රශ්-

කොච්චර ලස්සන ඇස් තිබුණත් හිත නැවතුනේ අලු ඇස් දෙකකට නම් ශක්‍රයා ඉල්ලුවත් දෙන්න හිතෙන් නෑ බන් I mean මම ලෝබයි ඔය ඇස් වලට සදී🫥

Adaa and Isha Malhotra. The famous sisters of Bikaner. Their father, one of the most successful businessman of the city. With looks and charms, these two rules their world. But when, because of an unknown debt, their father had to marry them off to guys they don't know. They felt heartbroken. Devastated. But coped up somehow. Now the question is, will this new family of theirs welcome them with love and care, or will shatter them apart. [THE BOOK IS WRITTEN IN HINGLISH]

A battle between LOVE And PRIDE... 💥🎨 Are you ready???

අතීතයේ වැළලුනු ඛේදවාචක වර්තමානයේදී වැළලුනු තැන් වලින් ගොඩනොඑන තුරු වර්තමානය සුන්දරයි.