Devotion Stories

Mahira Sharma - A whirlwind of energy and chaos, Mahira is talkative, dramatic, and clumsy, often getting herself into funny situations. She's ordinary in background but extraordinary in personality - a hopeless romantic who dreams about love but has zero experience. She's passionate about photography, capturing moments in her own vibrant way. Mahira has been admiring Shaurya, her brother's Advik best friend, for a long time, but she isn't sure if it's love yet - so she calls it "admiration." Around him, she oscillates between mischief and genuine affection, often getting flustered just by his presence. Shaurya Malhotra- Calm, introverted, and sharp-minded, Shaurya is Advik bestfriend since childhood and Mahira quiet protector. He observes more than he speaks and keeps to himself, maintaining emotional boundaries because he doesn't want to cross lines with his best friend's sister. He cares about Mahira, but in a careful, measured way. Shaurya loves reading, finding solace and focus in books - a calm contrast to Mahira's lively energy.

FOUR WAYS TO WATCH YOU She's smart, kind, and just living her life - balancing university, work and the small joys that make her world hers. But in the background, four people notice everything. Four people work their own ways of caring, protecting, and... watching. When yn crosses paths with them - a charismatic political science student, a playful sports enthusiast, a quietly observant artist, and a polished finance major - ordinary days start to feel anything but normal. Each connection is different, each attention deliberate, yet she doesn't even realise the web of intrigue growing around her. As friendship deepen, subtle glances become unspoken rivalries, casual touches hint at uncharted territory and every interaction holds a little more weight than it seems. Yn's life is her own, but is it truly safe from these who would do anything to keep her close? Four boys. One girl. And four very different ways to watch her. (A little bit of a slow burn - just to establish the characters first)

She only needed a place to stay. Six boys. One house. One simple agreement. They're disciplined. Intelligent. Controlled. The kind of men who don't raise their voices - because they don't need to. At first, their attention feels like coincidence.
Then it feels like concern.
Then it feels like something else. They remember her schedule better than she does.
They anticipate her needs before she speaks.
They close ranks without discussing it. No one tells her she can't leave. They just make sure there's nowhere better to go. She studies how influence works - how small choices can shape behavior without anyone noticing. What she doesn't realize is that she's living inside a system designed around her. Six different personalities.
Six different obsessions.
Six ways to protect her.
Six ways to keep her. And the most dangerous part? They don't fight over her. They align. Because when control is wrapped in kindness,
when protection starts to feel like possession,
when the doors lock softly instead of slamming shut- you don't realize you're trapped until you try to walk away. And by then... it's already too late.

Since childhood, Meera's heart beat soft and true, A melody sung in hues of blue. Her love for Yashwant, a silent refrain, Unheard, unseen, yet steadfast through pain. His eyes, though, bore shadows deep, Haunted by memories he could not keep. A grief-laden storm, a tempest untamed, For his late beloved, whose loss he blamed. Fate intertwined their lives in a knot, A bond forged not by love, but a child's soft thought. In the quiet patience of her embrace, He found a warmth to fill the space. As the tapestry of truth unraveled its thread, He saw the burden wrongly on her head. The past's cruel grip began to cease, And his restless soul found its peace. What once was bitterness turned to bloom, Love awakened, dispelling the gloom. In Meera's heart, unwavering and true, Yashwant discovered a love renewed."

Eighteen-year-old Bhakti- a fragile, innocent girl burdened with responsibilities far beyond her age. A sick mother. A drunkard father. Endless suffering, carried silently as she struggles to survive each day. One stormy night turns her life upside down. By morning, she steps out of an old, broken hut- wrapped in the coat of the village Sarpanch, Rudra Pratap Singh. She believes no one saw her. But within hours, she finds herself standing before the very man whose coat now clings to her trembling body. Rudra Pratap Singh. Twenty-seven. The powerful Sarpanch who never imagined he would spend a night in a forgotten hut outside the village. A broken car forced him to stay. But his helplessness dragged an innocent girl into chaos. A man whose heart had never beaten for any woman makes a sudden, calculated decision- to marry Bhakti. One is innocent. The other, shrewd (for World). For one, marriage is the beginning of life. For the other, it is merely a responsibility. But the real question remains- will Bhakti ever become Rudra Pratap Singh's devotion? Or will this bond be crushed between power, silence, and sacrifice? #1 in poorgirl 03-02-2026

*Deadly Obsession* SEETAKSHI RATHORE, trying to escape her past. RUDRANSH SINGH THAKUR, totally obsessed with her. Plot: Rudransh is stalking Seetakshi, knowing her deepest secrets. He's connected to her past trauma, and his "protection" is slowly becoming her nightmare.

Romentic story

Duet 1 "Teri Nazron Ka Dil Pe Hua Hai Asar Tu Mera Mehboob Hai Jaana Teri Ulfat Mein Jeeta Har Pal Tu Ik Tohfa Hai Khuda Ka" ♡ They're both seventeen, in the same class, walking through the same corridors - but somehow carrying their own kind of light. He's the boy with the easy laugh and steady eyes. The one who jokes at the right moment but listens when it matters. There's something grounded about him, like he knows who he is and doesn't need to prove it. People notice his smile first, but they stay for his heart. And then there's her - soft-spoken but never weak. She smiles like it's natural, like kindness is her first language. She doesn't try to stand out, yet she does. There's calm in her presence, strength in her silence, and warmth in the way she cares. check out the story to know more about their 'kahani'.

ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪ ᴏꜰ 'ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ' ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. #ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. She wasn't meant to cross his path, yet she stumbled straight into his world of shadows. He wasn't meant to keep her, yet he bound her with vows she never chose. She believed in love, while he believed in power and ego. But every time her innocence collided with his darkness, something inside him shifted- a hunger, a madness, a pull he couldn't name. She was supposed to be a pawn. She became his obsession. And in a world where love tastes like sin and devotion feels like war- she will either be the reason he redeems himself... or the excuse he uses to burn it all down. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🌑 " This isn't just a love story. " It's a warning. A prayer. A scream behind closed doors. If you're looking for butterflies, walk away. But if you're ready to bleed with every page- Welcome to the ashes. Welcome to the reign. Let the restraints begin. { The chapters aren't the final version of what's shown!! Changes can be made. Can be re-edited. }

Early morning runs. Half-slept classes. Perfectly ironed uniforms. Imperfectly hidden feelings. In a world where discipline is second nature and dreams are bigger than the sky above the parade ground, a bunch of teenagers are trying to survive high school... and each other. They compete over mock tests like it's war. They fight over silly things like it's the end of the world. They say "best friend" when they mean something far more dangerous. Some of them have grown up with salutes and sacrifice stitched into their childhood. Some of them are chasing stars they haven't earned yet. All of them are learning that love doesn't wait for the "right time." There are late-night study sessions that turn into staring contests. Scooter rides that feel like confessions. Protective best friends. Teasing siblings. The one who falls first. The one who pretends not to. And somewhere between ambition, loyalty, rivalry, and ridiculous amounts of denial- hearts begin to fall in line. Because clearing exams is tough. But surviving high school with your heart intact? That might be the real battle.

Unse jab Ishq Hua tha toh humne ye shart toh nhi rakhi thi ki unhe bhi humse mohobbat ho..." What happens when you love without any expections of returns? ~He fell first x She fell harder ~Slow burn ~Romance "I'll stay away from her if that's her happiness..." "He belongs in my arms, not my feet" "Can you trust me? I just want to ask for a chance to love you" "He is more than everything i deserved" "I don't want better, Its either her or none" -------------------------------------------- READ FOR MORE!

❝ 𝓚𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓪𝔂𝓮 𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓷 𝓽𝓾𝓳𝓱𝓴𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓮 ❞ 𝓨𝓪𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓪 𝓷𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓪𝔂𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓲𝓵𝓸𝓷 𝓴𝓲 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓱𝓸 𝔃𝓾𝓫𝓪𝓷 𝓴𝓲 𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓳𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓳𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓷 𝓣𝓾 𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓷𝓪... 𝓣𝓾 𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓷𝓪 💖 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧? 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧? 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐋 𝐎 𝐕 𝐄 . . 𝓐 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽, 𝓐 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓮. ✨ 𝓐 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓶 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼. 「 𝐀 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 • 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 」 🌑 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬 📖 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 🏆 𝓣𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓜𝓛 💖 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓜𝓒 𝓔 𝓙𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶: I will never love someone else to I will die without him

In the end, it was never who won..... It was about who fell first".... At 16 the hostel wasn't just a place to study it was a battle field of egos, secrets and unspoken wars. "Vanya Rathore "perfect composed and impossible to break. Ved Rathore cold unreadable and dangerously calm. They don't just dislike each other they clash they provoke,they burn ❤️‍🔥.... Every argument feels like a war every glance carries something darker than hate. but beneath the rivalry ....there are silence that speak too much..... moments that linger too long... and connection neither of them is ready to accept.. Around them friendship are built secrets Unravel and heart slowly fall apart because in a place full of chaos the most dangerous thing isn't hatred it's the feeling that starts growing in its place. And sometimes the person you try to destroy .... become the one you can't live without.. from 16 to forever ♾️ some love stories are written in fire....not fate ....

Ap humse shadi kyun kare???Anubhuti asked Abhimanyu, in nervous kyuki ap humari jaan hain,Abhimanyu wishper in her ear and slowly beat her ear.................

Two love stories. Two destinies. One unforgettable journey. In Humsafar: A Journey of Love and Loss, four hearts come together through dreams, devotion, and unbreakable promises. They believe in forever. They fight for love. They trust fate. But life has its own plans. As emotions deepen and relationships are tested, love faces storms no one saw coming. Some bonds grow stronger. Some are challenged beyond imagination. Filled with passion, pain, and powerful moments, Humsafar is a gripping tale of romance and destiny that will stay with you long after the last page. Because not every love story is meant to be easy... but every love story is meant to be felt.

"What if one day I disappear?" Aarna asked quietly. Daivik's gaze darkened, his eyes never leaving hers. He stepped closer before saying softly, "Then I'll spend every breath of my life searching every corner of this world... until I find you." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭. She was fire. He was ice. She could melt glaciers. He could freeze volcanoes. This is the story of when fire meets ice. She was ready to burn everything in her path... And he was there, standing behind her, protecting her from being consumed by her own flames. They say opposites attract... and here, they truly do.

Blood on his hands. Soil under hers. A broken ring between them. Serenity Claveria used to sign death orders in diamonds, her wedding band flashing under chandelier light while she turned her husband's crumbling syndicate into an empire. Now that same ring lies split in two, buried beneath the Claveria garden she fled to where she spends her mornings with dirt under her nails instead of gunpowder, pretending the ghosts in her chest are just echo. At the gates, her past keeps knocking. Dario Valente arrives day after day with gifts that burn brighter than his apologies watches, cars, silk, all fed to the fire by Eli, the bodyguard who would rather die than let his former boss back into her orbit. Smoke curls into the sky like incense over a grave, and Dario watches the life he threw away turn his offerings to ash without blinking. In the treeline, another man waits. Salvatore Montenegro, once the bastard she insulted in this very garden, now a king in his own right, kneels in her soil like it's an altar. He plants the flowers she loves, reroutes wars away from her borders, and says nothing when her voice still shakes on her ex-husband's name. His devotion doesn't come with chains, only patience sharp enough to cut. The underworld thinks Serenity lost everything in that divorce. They don't see the moment her gaze shifts away from the man who broke her ring, and toward the one who's ready to guard the hand that wore it.

Ye kahani haiwaaniyat ki nahi hai. Ye kahani zabardasti ki nahi hai. Ye kahani hai... Ek aise ishq ki... Jisme ek aadmi ne apna naam, apni shaan, apna gussa... Sab kuch daav par laga diya. Uske naam japte-japte... Main Thakur se jogi bana. Jogi se deewana. Aur deewane se bhakt. Log kehte hain usne ek ladki ko qaid kiya. Log kehte hain usne zabardasti shaadi ki. Par kaun samjhega... Ki jise duniya qaid samjhi... Wo kisi ki poori duniya thi. Ye kahani ek haiwaan ki nahi... Ek aise deewane ki hai... Jiska ishq itna gehra tha... Ki na bhagwan mita sake... Na insaan. Thakur Vanraj Singh. Ek naam. Ek darr. Aur ek aisa ishq... Jo ibadat ban gaya. Yati × Vanraj Her devotee × His devotion

Holydex companies had accepted you as a minor executive, it was a grand opportunity even if small. Kriegal Valerian, the CEO of said business was a well recognized man, not only due to his status, but the great amount of responsibility that he carried in order to keep the name of his company clean. There is only one small problem with all of this...

I chased everything and gained nothing, leaving only emptiness behind but when she came back, I knew I'd rewrite every mistake just to keep her.