Devotion Stories

❓ What happens when the woman who forgets everything wakes up to a man who remembers too much? A dark romance set in Italy. I wake up in a hospital in Italy, surrounded by strangers speaking a language I don't understand. Fifteen minutes later, a terrifyingly beautiful man walks in, looks at me like his world is ending-and calls me his fiancée. To me, he's a stranger. To him, I'm his entire world. He's everything she should fear. Possessive. Powerful. Dangerous. She's everything he's already lost. Soft. Familiar. His weakness. As fragments of her past refuse to surface, his devotion only grows heavier. He knows her habits, her silences, the way she used to love him-and watching her look at him like a stranger hurts more than losing her once ever did. Now trapped between forgotten memories and undeniable chemistry, she must decide whether to trust the man her heart responds to... even when her mind doesn't. ✨ Tropes You'll Love: ✔ Amnesia Romance ✔ He Fell First / He Fell Harder ✔ Touch-Starved, Devoted ML ✔ Dark, Possessive Love ✔ Stranger-to-Lovers (Again) 🔥 A forgotten love. A man who refuses to let go. She doesn't remember choosing him. But he's already chosen her-every lifetime, every version, every time.

The sea is vast, endless, and full of freedom-or so Y/N believed. Dragged into the world of pirates with her brother Tsubaki, she expected danger, betrayal, and adventure. What she did not expect was obsession. From the moment the Straw Hat crew rescued her, Y/N became the center of a storm no compass could guide her away from. Some pirates offered warmth, others protection, and some promised power-but all of them shared one thing in common: they would never let her go. Romantic devotion twists into obsession, loyalty burns into possession, and even the strongest pirates in the world-Whitebeard, Shanks, Mihawk, Katakuri, and more-find themselves tangled in her fate. To them, Y/N is more than a companion. She is treasure, irreplaceable, something to claim, guard, and if need be... destroy the world for. But freedom comes at a price. And on the Grand Line, love is far more dangerous than any Devil Fruit. One girl. One sea. Countless obsessions. Her story will either sink beneath the waves-or drown the world with her.

"सारी रात आहें भरता पल पल यादों में मरता माने ना मेरी मन मेरा" Navira Malhotra was a girl who smiles a lot and roasts back to back when it comes to her ego. She never knew when it started. ▫ Random eye-contacts in classrooms. △ Hand brushes while passing notebooks. ○ Shoulder bumps in corridor chaos ♡ Shared cheerings in school cricket matches △ But Sharv? Oh he noticed it very well. For him, all those moments weren't just...... normal. It was something even bigger than just normal. Something that big that made HIM feel butterflies in stomach He was popular, rich and well-known so why out of all of a school's population of girls did he like the one who didn't even know him more than a classmate Then why did he like the one who was just a normal brown girl? But for him, she was not "just a normal girl".

Johan doesn't believe in forever. North doesn't know how to let go. When two people carrying different kinds of lonliness collide, love becomes both a refuge and a risk. This is a story about quiet glances, unsaid feelings, and a love that slowly learns to stay.

ᴀ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. ♥︎𝓐𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓪 × 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓿 𝓡𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮♥︎ Aditi met him first when she was in 11th. He was the disciplined, focused headboy in 12th. Her anklets shook the rhythm of his world, and nothing remained the same for him after that. They promise forever together at such young age, unaware what adult life has yet to bring for them, unaware what the destiny has written for them. He takes the path for army defense, while she chooses medical profession to fulfill her parents dream. Will they work out together and survive? Or will distance take away the promises they made with each other? ♡♡♡ ♡The new girl of 11th PCB and the headboy of class 12th PCM, together writes a story that even makes the destiny envious.♡ ~~~~~ ★𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔣𝔲𝔩.★

जब से तुम संग मैंने अपने नैना जोड़ लिये हैं क्या मैया क्या बाबुल सबसे रिश्ते तोड़ लिए हैं तेरे मिलन को व्याकुल हैं ये कबसे मेरे प्राण मधुर सुना दो तान ओ कान्हा अब तो मुरली की मधुर सुना दो तान ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᶠⁱⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵐᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ "As she gazed at him from afar, her eyes sparkled with adoration. 'They may think it's just attraction,' she whispered to herself, 'but for me, it's a divine love, pure and true.' Her heart swelled with devotion, reminiscent of Radha's eternal love for Krishna.Mata Sati unconditional love for her Mahadev enough to get reincarnated again In that moment, she knew her feelings were more than fleeting - they were a soul-deep connection that transcended time and reason." 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆-𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍 ~𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒯𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇

There are loves that are not measured in words or grand gestures. They are measured in repeated moments. In appointments that are kept. In chairs that remain in their place, even when someone is missing. This is a story about what cannot be seen, yet never ceases to exist.

Sagar and Mrinal, who never met.

Adhoore se kisse, Barabar ke hisse,Tu DIL to main DUA. 𝐉𝐀𝐁 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀 𝐓𝐔- is a simple soulful tale of love and friendship. ♡ AARAV × RIDDHIMA ♡ A girl was on the ladder when she lost her balance, and he ran over just in time to catch her. "You're fine. It's okay," he said. But- The next thing he knew, she shoved him back with full force, making him stumble and fall. "Ouch! Lady, that hurts!" he whined, watching her run away. ♡ YUG × AADHISHREEA ♡ "Kuch bolu?? Nhi. Par kuch toh bolna chahiye na. Yeh koi silent movie thodi hai." Her thoughts raced, but one of them slipped out aloud. "Arre, par bolu kya?" "Jo bhi aapke mann kare," he said. "Kya?" she asked. "Kya?" he asked back. "Kya kya?" She frowned. "Huh?" he asked. Now they were both furrowing. "Hain?" she asked again. "You said, 'kya bolu?'" he reminded her. "Maine kab bola?" she asked. "Abhi toh bola," he replied. "Par abhi toh aapne bola na." ♡ VIHAAN × SAMRIDDHI ♡ "This is my favourite," she said. "I know," he said. "How?" she asked. "I promise you, I'm not a stalker. I saw your Instagram." he replied. She fell quiet for a moment, and then- "What do you post about? Your daily life? Wait, do you have, like, a whole team? A PR?" "Um.. I actually got that app two days ago," he replied. She squinted her eyes playfully. "To stalk me." "I told you I'm not a stalker. Main bas aapko dekh raha tha... I mean, aapke baking videos." ♡ AATHRAV × SIYA ♡ "You forgot something. Your glasses, maybe? Dimaag toh kharid nahi sakte, toh chasme hi kharid lo,taaki cheezein clearly dekh sako." she said. "Irony-dimaag se paidal dimaag ki baat kar rahi hai. junglee billi?"" he shot back. "You called me a junglee billi?" she glared. "Main junglee billi? toh tum udbilav!" she snapped. "Kya lau? Aur main kyun lau? Tum hoti kaun ho mujhe order dene wali, junglee billi?"

"She tripped and slipped, while he always continued to balance her" ۶ৎ DIYA SHARMA ۶ৎ A charmingly persistent girl, who loves to live in her own little fantasy world - taking risks. She often dreams about her 'prince charming'... but little did she know? She would find that 'prince' in her classroom? The same boy she once fell on in the school corridor. ✮⋆˙ IKSHIT KASHYAP ˙⋆✮ A soft, studious bookworm; who only likes to study 24/7 - scared of being an 'unemployed' in future. He has no time for any sort of distractions. A chaos free life, but little did he know? After switching school, he would meet with a person full of chaos within herself. What begins as being just classmates... Slowly turns into something magical. But will Ikshit let Diya distract him? Or maybe Ikshit just let this feeling side of taking it as 'distraction' Read to know how Diya and Ikshit cop with their unnamed feelings ↓

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.

Sukoon sa tum~ Saanvi Verma A nineteen-year-old girl who believes in staying. Quietly observant and softly stubborn, Saanvi doesn't rush through life. She listens more than she speaks, notices what others miss, and believes that love doesn't always need words. New to the city and the university, she carries her faith gently, never loud, never demanding. She believes some bonds are felt before they are understood, and some people arrive not to change your life, but to become a part of it. She doesn't fall in love suddenly. She falls slowly. Without even realizing when it began. Ishaan Devansh Arora An engineering student by compulsion, not choice. Ishaan is calm where others react, silent where words fail, and distant in ways he never explains. He has learned to live with what he has lost and rarely speaks about what still hurts. Faith is something he once knew closely, but life taught him to step away from. He doesn't believe in love that promises forever, only in surviving one day at a time. Until someone stays long enough for him to notice. They don't come together easily. There are pauses. Distance. Time apart. Moments where loving each other feels harder than letting go. She understands him before he understands himself. He loves her with a depth he never knew he was capable of. And somewhere between waiting and returning, love stops being a feeling and starts becoming a choice. Would falling in love cost them more than they are willing to give? When love is tested by time, distance, and silence, who holds on and who lets go? ~Tum meri tapasya

She never asked me to stay. I stayed anyway. In a world where romance is celebrated and friendship is dismissed, Celestine Veil explores the quiet intensity of female devotion - the kind that memorizes silences, studies fears, and offers gardens without being asked. I thought I understood her. I thought I knew enough. But there were parts of her I never saw. And parts of myself I gave without noticing. How much of someone can you truly know when you love them more than they reveal?

Where he becomes her home and she becomes his comfort wrapped in chaos.

"Emotions distract you from discipline. And distractions destroy people."~ V For Vidyut Rajvansh, life is structure, silence, and control. Love is not a promise; it is a weakness that pulls people away from who they are meant to become. He believes order is survival, and emotions are chaos. Haunted by recurring dreams he refuses to understand, Vidyut chooses discipline over desire, logic over longing. He keeps his world guarded, because once emotions enter, nothing remains untouched. He does not believe in destiny. He does not believe in God. To him, faith is just another illusion. And that is why he never allows himself to love. Until Dharvi. Where he is composed, she is clumsy.Where he is certain, she hesitates.Where he believes emotions destroy people, she believes they give life meaning.Where he rejects God, she speaks to Him like a best friend, whispering her fears, her dreams, and her stubborn hopes into silent skies. "Emotions are not weaknesses," she says. "They are the only way to feel alive."~D Dharvi choudhary once dreamed of continuing her life in Indore, of becoming more than her circumstances.But life had other plans. One unexpected turn.One decision not entirely theirs.One marriage that neither of them was meant to stand in.They were not the bride and groom destiny had originally chosen. They were never supposed to stand there. Never supposed to take those vows. Never supposed to share a life.Two lives altered in a single moment.Two names placed side by side without warning. What brought them together was never choice.And what keeps them apart is not distance.They were never meant to belong to each other. And yet, somehow, they do. Can love bloom between two people who were never meant to be each other's beginning? Or will the same destiny that forced them together be the reason they fall apart? They were never supposed to be each other's fate-and yet, somehow, they are. . . . . And this is where their real story begins....💗

'Bruises taste like you' is a story soaked in blood, revenge, hatred, love, and devotion. It is for everyone who believed love was never meant for them. Avni Singhania and Adhvit Malhotra begin as sworn enemies. Fuelled by vengeance. Hungry for destruction. They want to ruin each other. They want to burn each other's families to the ground. They want pain. Suffering. Justice, as they define it. But the universe has its own plans. In the process of destroying one another, they find themselves bound by something far more dangerous than hatred. Something that tastes like devotion. Something that feels like love. Read and discover how two enemies, craving blood, become each other's undoing-and salvation.

A love strong and supportive like Sita ram a love that knew no boundaries soft and inevitable like Radha Krishna a bond so strong that was couldn't be separated a bond that bloomed every second no matter what a story that shows world the real meaning of love " devotion "

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐇𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫