Oldschool Stories

He found his home in her He fell first , Both fell harder It's a typical 90s arranged marriage between two strangers bound by family, tradition and expectations. He is calm and carrying scars from a past he never talks about. She is fierce in her silence, doubtful of marriage after seeing how society treats women. But somewhere between shared glances and unspoken care ,love found its way. She healed his wounds and he became her safe place. This is their journey of two souls learning that sometimes, love doesn't come by choice, it just happens.

This story happens in the 1980s to 1990s era. The story revolves around Naina and Vikram , the male and female lead of the novel. They both are getting married through an arrange marriage. Together they navigate through life.. Naina is a beautiful and shy girl . She is twenty years old and is now getting married to the guy her parents chose for her . She haven't met her to be husband yet but has seen his photo. Vikram is a handsome and well built man. He belong to the a different village than Naina . He too haven't met Naina yet . Vikram and Naina's father's were childhood friends and they decided they arranged their children's marriage.

"𝑻𝒖𝒋𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓" __________________________________________________________________ "ek army officers se pyaar karne mein daar nahi lagta"he said, looking at her,with a smile waiting for her to answer him "payr main daar ki koi jagah nahi hoti,woh haar daar se ubhar deti hai" she said, looking into his honey eyes. ★★★★ "Toh, you like me?" he asked, bending down to her level, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Her eyes, heavy with sleep and the haze of too many drinks, tried to focus on his face. Everything around her was a blur - except him. "Hai!!! Like kya hota hai, I pyaar you, vaibhav" she mumbled, her voice soft and slurred. ★★★ Anirudh was an army officer through and through. Serving the nation wasn't just his duty - it was his only purpose. He lived by rules, followed time like a shadow, and believed in action more than words. Discipline was in his blood, Smart, calculated, and always two steps ahead ,Feelings? They had no place in his world. His heart beat for the uniform, and nothing else. Titli Khurana-true to her name-was like a butterfly, wild and free. A soul not meant to be caged, yet when she chose someone, her love would be deep, loyal, and endless. Since childhood, she had only one dream: to marry a man in uniform. And fate, in its quiet magic, made it even sweeter-the boy she had secretly loved for years had grown up to wear that very uniform. Vaibhav Khurana had always believed that love was an art-and he was never good at art. So, he stayed away from it,. But then came RIRIKA-the girl with almond-shaped eyes and a laugh that could light up silence. She didn't just walk into his life; she quietly slipped into the cracks he thought were sealed. Still, he reminded himself not to feel. She wasn't just his sister's best friend-she was the younger sister of his best friend too. And tha

Set in a traditional Indian village of the 1960s, Meera's World follows the life of a young housewife trapped between duty and longing. Married off at a young age to Arvind, a respected doctor, Meera struggles to find her place in a household that never truly welcomes her. Her mother-in-law resents her, her husband remains distant, and her own dreams have long been buried under daily chores. As she raises her four sons, Meera watches the world around her shift-love, favoritism, and quiet betrayals shaping the relationships in the house. But in a life dictated by tradition, can a woman's silent endurance ever be enough? A poignant tale of sacrifice, resilience, and unspoken emotions, Meera's World captures the delicate balance between duty and the quiet hope for something more.

"Aap ek gair ke liye apna ghar chhodrhe Adhiraj !" she said, controlling her tears. Her throat felt as if someone pierced a dagger through it. "Aap koi gair nahi, hamari ardhangini hai Maithili. Hamara ghar hai aap. Hum to apne ghar ke liye gairon ko chhodrhe." He held her chin up and looked straight into her eyes. His eyes showed how much he meant those words. She was his home, his peace, his wife... "Aap samajh kyu nahi rahe hai.. Gaaon me sab aapke bare me tarah tarah ki baatein kahenge.. Samaj me aapko alag nazar se dekha jayega.. Aapne jo naam kamaya hai.. Sab yun mitti me miljayega.." "To chhod denge aisa gaaon, aisa samaaj.. Jo hume aapka saath na dene de.. Kyunki jis ghar me hamari laxmi ka apmaan ho, wahan rehne se hum khudki nazaro me gir jaayenge".. 📚BOOK 1: FOREVER SERIES : A tale of arrange marriage from the 90s. A relation built on understanding, trust and love ❤️ Adhiraj Chauhan, a man whose beliefs about life seem unconventional in a patriarchal society, loves to challenge the backward thinking of the people of Bansipuram. Living life with a past regret no one knows about, his life takes unplanned turns after his alliance got fixed. Maithili Chauhan, a woman caught up by the same patriarchy, lost all her charm and bubbliness being married to a conservative family. Her only source of light in that darkness is her husband.. SHE DREAMS OF FLYING... HE STANDS WITH HER TO GIVE HER THOSE WINGS.. HE WANTS TO FIGHT.. SHE BECOMES HIS SHIELD AND TOGETHER THEY TAKE THE LEAP OF FAITH✨FROM SAAT PHERE TO FOREVER!

Ishita Saxena-smart and chatty but knows how to show people their place when it's needed, she's an only child. She has all the facilities but wants to do something on her own and make her parents proud. She is the topper of her school Mihir Kapoor - a genius with lightning-fast math skills (solves problems in minutes) and excels in every subject except ENGLISH, but that doesn't mean he scores less in that subject. From day one they lock horns - constant banters, heated debates, and egoistic fights over grades and class rankings. Their teachers act like cupids, pairing them on projects and assignments. What starts as rivalry slowly melts into friendship. They discover each other's worlds - Ishita's drive to prove herself and Mihir's humble, hardworking roots. The banter softens, jokes become inside jokes, and a sweet, slow‑burn connection blossoms. Genre vibes: Enemies‑to‑lovers, academic rivalry, soft romance, old‑school charm, multi-couple.

|10TH-GRADE BOOK REPORT| A young writer and reader looks into Ernest Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms for her Honors English class, discovering that it is much more than a story about war and romance; it's a story of symbols and lessons that will stick with readers for all eternity.

"Tune kya kar diya...main khud mein hi gum ho gayi, saans toh chal rahi hai...par rooh teri ho gayi." 🖤 ♡ TERE MERE DARMİYAA ♡ "Jahan nafrat bhi ishq ban jaaye..." 🖤 Tere Mere Darmiyaa is the story of two childhood rivals who never knew they were each other's destiny. A strict Headboy with an NDA dream. A fearless girl with a doctor dream. Between family weddings, society drama, jealousy, misunderstandings, distance, and silent care... their bond turns into something deeper than love-devotion. Because sometimes love doesn't start with "I love you." It starts with- "Tum mujhe irritate kyun karti ho?" "Kyunki tum react karte ho." ✨ Student phase → Adult phase → Marriage phase 💍 Multiple couples | Full family vibes 🖤 Slow burn | Passion | Fear | Destiny "Woh uska junoon tha... aur woh uski ibaadat."

She was the calm to his storm, the only light he had found in the darkness. She was never his moon; she was his star - the one who shone through every broken part of him and filled even his darkest corners with light. ~♡♡♡♡♡♡~ Psychologist X Businessman Strong yet soft FL X Cold yet emotional ML Sunshine X Grumpy Clumsy X Mr. Perfect Possessive X Possessive ~Her Pov~ "I never wanted to fall in love. I never liked the idea of someone having control over me. But now that I know you hold every piece of me in your hands, I don't want it to stop. I've fallen for you, Mr. Ginger Cat. In the middle of the chaos, in the middle of our fights, in the middle of our l"You were never the moon, Chocolate," I said softly, wiping away her tears while mine fell just as freely. "You are the star that stayed in my dark sky. You filled my life with your light and made me shine again." I looked into her chocolate-brown eyes, holding her gaze like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. "I don't remember when I started to fall for you" I looked down and sniffed once trying to hold back my tears. "All I do know is that I love like Majnu" She chuckled and that was enough to make me smile.ate-night walks..." A teary chuckle escaped my lips. "I've fallen for you," I whispered, the confession barely audible. ~His Pov~ "You were never the moon, Chocolate," I said softly, wiping away her tears while mine fell just as freely. "You are the star that stayed in my dark sky. You filled my life with your light and made me shine again." I looked into her chocolate-brown eyes, holding her gaze like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. "I don't remember when I started falling for you." I looked down, sniffing softly as I tried to hold back my tears. "All I know is that I love you like Majnu loved Laila." She let out a quiet chuckle, and somehow, that alone was enough to make me smile.

On hold... Author ki mental health uddti jaa rahi hai🤡 Kya matlab NEET aspirant- Ranking: [Top1 in Love Letters] [Top2 in Safe Place] -Date: 9th April 2026 --------------- Inspired by the book 'Teri Deewani' Deewani didi ki jai 😎✌🏻 --------------- Khidki dareeche se, Dabbe pav neeche se, Jhoothe samajon mein, Jhoothe riwajon mein, Liye hi jaye koi chance! Shuddh desi-desi romance ♡ --------------- Shuddh Desi Love ♡♥︎♡♥︎ -------------- 🤍 Shaurya Chaudhary-NCC Cadet Shaurya Chaudhary is known for his discipline. He does what is expected, rarely what is desired-*Not like the typical Jaat types* He speaks less, observes more, and keeps his emotions neatly tucked away. To the world, he appears steady and sorted - only he knows how heavy silence can feel. ⸻ 🤍 Tara Sharma-NCC Cadet Tara Sharma is everyone's idea of perfection. Polite, obedient, academically bright - *Sharma ji ki ideal beti.* She smiles easily, agrees often, and rarely causes concern. She has been good for so long that she has forgotten how to be free. ____________________________________ "Mujhe kabhi voh darza hi nahi mila... jo har ghar mein sabhi ladkiyo ko milta hai... mai humesha sirf kaam ke waqt yaad aati hu, varna toh sabke liye mai sirf kadvaahat hi hu..." she spoke, gazing at the sky as the clouds slowly began to adore it. "Tara... Meri life mein tumhare aane se lagta hai jaise meri zindagi mein chaashni jaisi mithas aa gayi hai...Kya tum... k-kya tum...mere liye voh mithas banke mere saath humesha reh sakti ho...?" he asked, looking at her the way one looks at their goddess - the one they pray to.And just then, the clouds poured, as if quietly agreeing that 'Hakk hai tera.' ------------------ A story about choosing someone without knowing how it ends.

𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒆, 𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒂 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒆, 𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒂.... ִ𐙚 𝕂𝔸𝕀𝕊𝔸 𝕐𝔼ℍ 𝕀𝕊ℍℚ ℍ𝔸𝕀 𐙚 In the whirlwind of high school chaos, hearts collide in unexpected ways. Between secret crushes, playful teasing, sarcastic banter that hides true feelings, and a quiet connection that defies the odds, one classroom becomes the backdrop for a symphony of laughter, longing, and first love. ____ "Aap ghoorna band karenge?" She asked, exasperated. "Tum sundar dikhna band karogi?" He countered, leaning even closer. *********************************** "Pasand karte ho mujhe?" She asked, a mischievous smile on her lips. He forgot what he'd been about to say. "P-pasand? Nahi..matlab,,haan, par jaanbujh ke nahi kiya!" *********************************** "Aaj kal bhot besharam hone lagi ho," he said, incredulous. "Parso aur jyada hongi," she replied cheekily. ********************************** Jump inside the story to know more! <3

At My Daddy's House follows Kamari, a young Black girl who moves to Atlanta to live with her dad and unexpectedly finds herself surrounded by family, culture, and a sense of belonging she didn't know she was missing. Through everyday moments-cookouts, cousins, new friendships, and first love-she slowly steps out of the background and into her own life. Kamari's journey is about self-acceptance just as much as it is about family, culture, and relationships-romantic, platonic, and with herself. Set in the 2020s but carrying the soul of the '90s and early 2000s, the story doesn't shy away from heavier truths either-touching on grief, identity, generational struggles, queerness in the Black South, and the consequences of certain choices.

Set in the quiet, shifting world of the 1990s, this story follows two professors-Haseena Mallik and Anubhav Singh-whose love does not announce itself loudly, yet grows with a depth that cannot be ignored. It is a love that exists in glances, in shared silences, in the gentle certainty of being understood. Like a flower and its fragrance, like the sky and its birds, like rain and the first drop that touches the earth-it is inseparable, natural, and quietly inevitable. Yet, beneath its softness, their love carries a quiet defiance. In a time bound by expectations, traditions, and watchful eyes, their choice to love freely becomes its own kind of revolution-not loud, not confrontational, but steady and unyielding. They do not fight the world with noise; they challenge it simply by existing as they are. Their love blooms like the gulmohar in spring-vivid, fierce, yet tender-spreading its color across a landscape that was not ready for it, yet cannot deny its beauty. Together, Haseena and Anubhav do not just fall in love-they build a shared sky, where both can remain whole, and still belong to one another.

Welcome to 11th grade, where sleep is a myth, IIT and AIIMS are personality traits, and love stories begin with: "Move, you're blocking the whiteboard." Akshara Agarwal is a NEET aspirant. She knows every cranial nerve by heart but still has zero idea how to be nice to Vedant Goel. Vedant Goel is a JEE aspirant. He does calculus for fun and considers Akshara's existence a personal inconvenience. They've been academic arch-nemeses since Class 1, when Akshara corrected Vedant's grammar mid-sentence during his own introduction. Tragic? Yes. Unforgettable? Also yes. Now, they're in the same school, same class, same tuition batch. God clearly ran out of plotlines. They roast each other like it's an Olympic sport, compete over every half-mark, and have tension levels that could be measured in kiloPascals. Their classmates ship them. Their teachers fear them. Their parents are just praying they don't burn the chemistry lab down. But sometimes, when you spend all your energy hating someone... You accidentally start noticing their stupid smile. And their stupid hair. And their stupid habit of always beating you in tests by 0.25 marks. When Chemistry Blew Up is a chaotic, laugh-out-loud tale of toppers, trauma, test scores, and the terrifying moment you realize... You might just have a crush on your worst enemy. (Yes. The CBSE syllabus did not prepare you for this.)

𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐦, 𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐚.. 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐚 𐙚 She left without a goodbye. He never stopped remembering. When Ekantika Verma and Yug Malhotra crossed paths again in college, silence had replaced everything they had never said. What happens when fate and circumstances force them together, resentment collides with longing, and buried truths begin to surface? Read Amber In His Eyes to find out.

Some love stories begin with confessions. Theirs began with shared library silence, unfinished conversations, hidden glances across council meetings and care so quiet that it almost went unnoticed. It started with a song-a love story written in lyrics, where hearts synced before hands touched 🤍 Swati was expressive only in the letters she never showed anyone. Raghav loved silently through small gestures and patiently listening. Between school corridors, council responsibilities, teasing best friends and growing up too fast... they slowly became each other's safest place without even realising it. A soft slow-burn story where love is not loud. It lingers in eye contact. In waiting for each other. In remembering little things nobody else notices.

Zeke Rivas is standing on the peak of Spain. He owns everything. Except, the strong yet sweet, Ashlynn Jaramillo. This changes when a signed paper bounds them together, letting life take its course. Childhood family friends who drifted apart as teenagers, then academic rivals until Ashlynn Jaramillo takes over her father's company and Zeke Rivas, the heir to the Mafia Don, becomes the underboss. Their families, the Jaramillo's and Rivas' are close and urge them to get married. The past, present, and the future blends in together as childhood best friends, each other's arch nemesis and now, each other's spouses, know each other the most. Will their relationship survive the corporate and the dangerous mafia world? (Closed door book)

In the timeless lanes of Varanasi, where temple bells greet the dawn and old songs linger in moonlit courtyards, two neighboring hearts begin a quiet story neither sees coming. Meera Kashyap has spent her life fighting battles most people know nothing about..... society's harsh judgments, whispered taunts, and the exhausting burden of proving her worth in a world eager to define women by unfair standards. She is dusky-skinned, sharp-witted, fiercely self-made... and carries music in her soul like a prayer. Aditya Pratap Singh is everything a good son should be..... respectful, principled, beloved by his students, and quietly poetic in ways he never shows the world. He believes in companionship over convention, heart over hollow customs, and somewhere between history lessons, handwritten verses, and late-night melodies drifting from next door... he begins to notice a voice he cannot forget. What begins with unseen songs across shared walls, chance meetings, and stolen glances slowly grows into something gentle, old-school, and deeply heartfelt. But in a society that measures women by complexion, obedience, and silence..... what happens when a man chooses to love a woman exactly as she is... and stand against every stereotype built to diminish her? Set in 1990s India, this is a story of soft romance, handwritten letters, temple bells, quiet rebellion, and a love that doesn't merely bloom.... it changes the way people think.

''This fanfiction should be required reading for any aspiring 27 year olds, and is certainly one of the most monumental and enduring pieces of literature to come out of the 21st century... A story about self acceptance, journeys we are meant to take, and the tenacious fight for happiness and personal pleasures." - @Xx_tacobun_x5_fan

✨PREM BANDHAN ✨ Vaidehi Rathore is loud, sarcastic, rebellious and far more capable than anyone gives her credit for. A good student with paint-stained hands, she speaks most honestly through colours, not words. Her world is devotion, paint love and kindness. Born into discipline and duty, she carries within her the grace of classical dance - a legacy she inherited from her mother. ------------------------------------------ He is everything she is not. ----------------------------------------- Dhruv Malhotra is steady, calm, and precise. A topper, a football forward, a boy shaped by logic and restraint. Emotionally distant,almost untouched except where she is concerned. Their love does not arrive like a storm. It settles slowly, quietly like something that was always meant to be. This is not a story of loud confessions or reckless romance. It is about devotion that grows in silence care that shows up without being asked and madness that learns how to stay. A bond that feels less like burden and more like choice & remembrance. ---------------------------------------- "Prem...prem hai hame aapse...bohot sara prem jaise aap Ram swaroop shiv bhakt hai waise hi mai aapki bhakt ban gayi!" She said holding the hem of his jacket, with tears glistening in her eyes, not falling, not yet ----------------------------------------- But their story does not stand alone. Around them, other hearts find their own way to love best friends who slowly realise they were always meant for more two opposites locked in constant conflict until love forces them to soften a quiet attraction that neither dares to name a bond born from loss, understanding, and shared healing Each side story carries a different shade of love chaotic, patient, hesitant,or healing all weaving into the same truth love is never just one thing PREM BANDHAN is a highschool love story inspired by divine love where fire meets steadiness, where devotion does not erase self, and where love becomes a bond, not a cl