Oldschool Stories

. प्यार हुआ, इकरार हुआ प्यार से फिर क्यूं डरता है दिल? कहता है दिल, "रस्ता मुश्किल मालूम नहीं है कहाँ मंज़िल" प्यार हुआ, इक़रार हुआ है प्यार से फिर क्यूँ डरता है दिल? ************************************************************************************************** Shravani sharma an introverted girl,who don't trust easily. She's very chaotic person once she's comfortable with someone. Very quite, wants to be invisible to others because of her family. What'll happen when her entire personality changes due to an accident where she lost herself and embrace the new her. What'll happen when she starts falling for her brother's bestfriend who is also her senior. Will she get the love or her past come in between. Arnav Rajput a very reserved person, only his family and his best friend knows the real him. Focused only on his studies. An aspiring lawyer, very disciplined person. Very caring towards his family and friends. Doesn't let anyone enter his personal space. Heartthrob of his school, every girl wants to be with him, every boy admire him as a role model. But he never glance at them as there's only one goal for him that to be a lawyer just like his mother. His focus unwavering, what'll happen when his best friend's sister caught his eyes who's off limit to everyone. Will he let his feelings win or his determination. Will these two broken hearts be able to heal each other with their love? To find all your answers let dive into the story 😉. ************************************************* There's no cheating, no love angle just little bit of drama and a lot of fun, comedy,friendship, family and love😄 *****************************************

1860, India Gauri was expected to be quiet, obedient, and invisible. But beneath her composed exterior burned a fire that no tradition could contain. Married into an orthodox household, she learns to hide every thought behind a lowered gaze-until Ashutosh, the man shaped by the same customs, begins to notice the silence in her eyes. When their hands brush across a lamp's glow, something unspoken passes between them-too brief to name, too dangerous to repeat. Yet in that single heartbeat, the walls of the house seem to breathe. As shadows of duty tighten, and every glance carries the weight of consequence, Gauri's courage begins to awaken the man who once believed obedience was virtue. What begins as a flicker of understanding becomes a quiet storm neither can contain. Step into 1860, where honour and desire walk the same narrow path, and where one woman dares to let the light beneath her veil burn bright enough to be seen. ...... "Kya kaha tumne?" ("What did you just say?") His tone carried anger - but his eyes searched hers for something more. Gauri didn't flinch. There was something in her gaze tonight... courage, perhaps, or a trace of mischief that refused to bow. She drew a slow breath, the corner of her lips trembling. "Maine kaha, Ashut-" The name broke midway, swallowed by the silence between them. ---

"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

A 1900 era bl...... As you read the title, "Umr Se Pehle" this story is based on how a child have to grow up before his age........ drive into the story to know more......

She hides behind her books and she hides behind her power. Neither ready for love, until... they find it living right across the hall. Between hidden identities and stolen glances, Karishma Singh and Haseena Malik are about to discover that sometimes the greatest love stories aren't the ones we write... but the ones we live. Troops→ • Age gap • Slow burn • Old school • Opposites attract • wlw This is not a dark romance. This book has everything I have never written before🥂

◍ THE INCOMPLETE DEVOTION "Dedicated to the ones who know that the same person who breaks you is often the only one who can heal you. To those who chose one heart, one presence, one love- and called it everything, even in absence. To those for whom one person becomes an entire universe." ✧--------------------------------------✧ Mishika Khurana X Vihaan Rajvansh ✧--------------------------------------✧ ⋆ Dive into the story to know your answers 💖

Avni Malhotra. A student of 10 grade. She had never been into love. A ambiverted simple and bubbly girl. Ranveer Singh Shekhawat. A 11th class student. New student in new school. Love is just a myth nothing other than that. Read them fall in love with each other. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::;:::::::::::::::::::: "Rukoge nhi?" She asked finally. Her voice pleading. "Rok sakti ho?" He asked knowing her situation. His heart aching and his voice full of pain.

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐓-𝐄-𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞-𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝙐𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙠𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙮𝙚- "𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘲𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘢, 𝘐𝘴𝘩𝘲 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬 𝘬𝘪𝘺𝘢- 𝘢𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘳, 𝘬𝘩𝘶𝘥 𝘬𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘺𝘢." 🌷 Started: Ended"

Ek ladki thi deewani si, ek ladke pe woh marti thi... Aysel- I didn't think I'd fall in love, especially not when I am in my last year of college, definitely not for a charming college singer with dimples that make my heart skip a beat. But here I am, drowning in thoughts of him. With baggage weighing me down, my heart is already in crumbles but Danish feels like healing, every talk, every walk only makes me fall for him hopelessly but to him I'm just a friend. But every time he does something for me, I find myself falling deeper. By the end of this year before we part our ways we will either make it or break it, either way it's only me who's heart is at risk. The only rational thing to do is stay away from him but Sharukh Khan says "Ek hasi aur baat lo, ek sapna aur dekh lo, kya pata kal ho na ho"- so I let myself fall for him, who knows what tomorrow holds ? (Share one more smile, dream once again, who knows if tomorrow ever comes ?) Is he the guy of her dreams, is Danish coming to save her or is he a monster himself ? A beautiful ballerina, romantic at heart- bollywood fascination to blame. Juggling corporate ambitions, too many challenges to face, too many dreams to break. Is Aysel going to find her man or will she find herself, before her story begins?. Follow "Ek Awaaz sa mila mujhe" to know her story. Love like you never knew it before ✨

It is a story of two teenagers who are pole aparts from each other but still finds a way to fit perfectly with eachother . A tale full of love , laughter and melodrama . So let's dive in the world of RUDRANSH and AARYA .

She runs a cafe style restaurant that feels like home. He designs buildings that never let anyone in. Gargi Mittal Is the founder of Padharo a modern Rajasthani cafe lined with books, warmth, and smiles she has perfected over the years. She laughs easily, travels endlessly, and hides her scars behind airport gates and boarding passes. Staying still has never felt safe. Zayansh Lakhani Is everything she isn't quiet, reserved, unreadable. An architect who believes in structure, silence, and emotional distance. His past has taught him one thing well: walls protect you. They meet at an airport. They clash instantly. They dislike each other a little too much. And yet... something feels familiar. What begins as shared journeys and accidental meetings turns into late-night conversations, unspoken comfort, and a connection neither of them planned. But some bonds are never meant to stay untouched. They lose each other once. Four years later, fate brings them face to face again. Only this time, he is engaged, and she is hiding a past that refuses to stay buried. Some love stories don't start fresh. They start where things were left unsaid. And some truths, once remembered, change everything. Tropes Enemies to Lovers Right Person, Wrong Timing Emotional Slow Burn Airports, Travel & Missed Chances He Fell First (and Harder) Hidden Past / Dark Secrets

In a city that never sleeps, where every street hums with stories, Radhe arrives like a burst of laughter and light, carrying secrets only her heart knows. Outgoing, bubbly, brilliant, yet quietly carrying a depth she shows to no one, she lives life like a spark, untamed, unapologetic, unforgettable. Shyam moves through the world with a calm strength, a devotion in his gaze, and a soul that feels like it was made to understand another completely. When their paths cross, it is not a meeting of chance, but of destiny, a collision that will set their hearts ablaze with a quiet, relentless fire. Every glance, every laugh, every small moment between them is an unspoken promise. Love for Radhe and Shyam is not about show or possession, it is about giving everything, holding nothing back, and losing themselves completely in the devotion they feel for one another. A love so pure, so all-consuming, that it could move mountains and calm storms at the same time. Step into their world, where hearts speak louder than words, devotion outshines desire, and love is not just felt, it is lived. Radhe and Shyam are ready to meet you... are you ready to witness a love that leaves the world behind?

Based on 1970s Pakistani Punjabi x Indian Punjabi Qudrat has spent her life being looked through. As the eldest daughter, she learned early that love comes with conditions, silence comes with praise, and responsibility never asks if you're tired. She carries a house that is not gentle, memories that are not kind, and expectations that were never meant for someone her age. She is not allowed to choose herself. Not in a world where duty comes first. Not in a world where girls are taught to endure, not dream. Then there's the boy with green eyes. Zahir knows what fire takes. He watched it steal his parents, burn his past, and leave him standing in the smoke with nothing but survival in his hands. He does not believe in safe things. He does not believe in staying. And yet, somehow, he stays when he looks at her. He sees Qudrat - not the responsibility, not the role, not the silence she perfected - but the girl underneath it all. And he doesn't look away. What happens when love asks for more than you're allowed to give? When choosing yourself feels like betrayal? When a boy who escaped one fire walks willingly into another? This is a story about duty versus desire. About girls who are raised like anchors. About boys who are made of ashes and hope. About love that does not arrive gently - but still feels like home. Some fires destroy. Some teach you how to burn without disappearing. - - - - - - - - - - - - Mujhko Ghazal padhne ka shaukh tha, Usko Ghazal ban ne ka shaukh tha.

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.

They met by accident in the chaos of a railway station-one fleeting glance, one spark, and a memory that refused to fade. What began as playful arguments and quiet conversations soon grew into a friendship stitched together by laughter, stolen glances, and a love that neither of them had planned. Music became their language, silence their comfort, and every moment spent together felt like a secret world built just for them. But love, as they would soon discover, is never simple. Just as their hearts began to beat in harmony, shadows from the past rose between them-deep-seated family conflicts, unspoken secrets, and a truth neither of them could ignore. Every step forward felt heavier than the last, every smile carried the weight of questions unanswered. Caught between a painful past and an uncertain future, they must choose: to walk away, as everyone expects... or to fight for a love that refuses to fade, even when the world seems determined to tear them apart. Because sometimes, ANURAAG is not just love- it is the courage to fight, the longing that survives every heartbreak, and the quiet hope that what is meant to be, will find a way. ~~~~~~~~~ "You and me against the world, Chandni?" he whispered, his trembling hands cupping my face, his eyes locking onto mine like I was the only thing that mattered. "As always, Mr. Obhodro," I breathed, a soft smile curving on my lips as my heart settled into the warmth of the most precious presence in my life. --- • Tropes • ~Old-school love ~He fell first... and harder ~Family conflicts. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ || सारी दुनिया से जीत के मैं आया हूँ इधर तेरे आगे ही मैं हारा किया तूने क्या असर मैं दिल का राज़ कहता हूँ की जब जब सांसें लेता हूँ तेरा ही नाम लेता ह

Some stories don't begin with love. They begin with chaos, laughter, broken remotes, school punishments, and unexpected strangers. Between annoying siblings, sarcastic classmates, secret plans, Sunday adventures, and a mysterious mansion, lives start colliding in ways no one expects. Friendship turns complicated. Teasing turns into something deeper. And normal days slowly turn into unforgettable memories. This is a story of teenage chaos, soft emotions, unsaid feelings, and moments that stay forever. Because sometimes, the most beautiful chapters of life begin when you least expect them. 🌻 ___________________________________________ Love is devotion. Beauty can attract maybe for sometime, but personality stole the heart. Love doesn't happen by looking at beauty, the one who you truly Loves starts looking beautiful.

Nyra, a mute girl who lost her voice and her dream of singing in a tragic accident, runs away from a forced marriage with a powerful man who refuses to let her go. Hiding at her friend Samiksha's home in Mumbai, she begins receiving anonymous letters written in her late mother's handwriting letters that expose dangerous secrets from the past. Nivaan, borther of Samiksha , a loud, short-tempered topper forced toward a future he never chose, crosses paths with Nyra by accident. As silence meets noise, a slow-burn bond forms, pulling them into a mystery where love, truth, and survival collide. Some stories are told with words. The most powerful ones are lived in silence. TROPES: Mute × Talkative Broken Dreams × Forced Ambitions Runs to Survive × Stays to Protect Soft Pain × Fierce Anger He Fell First × She Fell harder Lost Voice × Unheard Dreams

In a world of wireless clouds and sterile touchscreens, Cleo digs for ghosts in the bargain bins of Seattle's tech shops. She collects "dead" media-floppy disks, CRT monitors, and things that hum with physical electricity. Her latest find is The Glass Panopticon, a 7-disc PC psychological thriller game that vanished from shelves thirty years ago. It plays like a vaporware dream until a leather-clad rebel named Slater starts breaking the fourth wall. He is charming, snarky, and undeniably dangerous. But Slater isn't following the script anymore. He doesn't just look at the camera; he looks at her. He knows her name. He knows the layout of her room. And when Cleo tries to quit, she wakes up with a line of vibrating white static etched under the skin of her wrist. Slater claims he has a mission: to overthrow the Overseer and start a digital revolution. But his real objective is much simpler. He doesn't want to save his world. He wants to escape into hers. And he needs a body to do it. ONC 2026 Entry. Prompts: #88 (AI Betrayal/Trapping) & #99 (The Strange Mark) Themes: 90s Nostalgia, Horror, Slow Burn, Analog Tech, technothriller

In a time when radios played Lata's songs and letters carried feelings deeper than words ever could, she met him-on the first day of college, twenty years after India gained independence. He wasn't a freedom fighter, but he freed something in her. A smile. A feeling. A love she never dared to name. He loved sitars when the world had moved on to guitars. He loved books, children, music... and she? She loved him. Quietly. Completely. From behind the veil of silence every sanskaari girl was taught to wear back then. He was the boy every girl admired. She was that quiet girl-who changed herself, little by little, just to be noticed. While he chased dreams and disappeared into the world, she stayed behind-with ink-stained fingers and a heart that beat only for him. She doesn't know where he is now. But she remembers the way he once looked at her, like she mattered. And now, decades later, all she has are her memories... and a diary that was never really about her. It was always about Him.

Hold your tears for the last chapter!! 𝐌𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐡𝐢, 𝐖𝐨𝐡 𝐉𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞, 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐮𝐦 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞, 𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞 𝐇𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐓𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐅𝐢𝐫 𝐁𝐡𝐢 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧, 𝐓𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ☪︎ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･❂ Maybe in another life, our hearts will entwine, And we'll meet again, in a love that's truly divine. But for now, it's impossible, a love that's out of time. Here we are, a half-written story, Forever etched in my heart, a memory to adore. ⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝ 𝐈𝐧 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥~ Long distance sucks," she sighed, "Apan dono mil bhi nhi paarhe," she said. "Haina, I wish hum milte, Ghumte aur maze karte" he replied. ----------------------------------------------------------- She gazed at the moon, her heart's desire, "I wish hum utne he long distance mein hote, ....Jitne hote the," she whispered, tear fell down her cheeks.