Relatable Stories

"Come on, give me your bag. I'll carry it." Navika frowned. "Why? It's not even heavy." Yug smirked, slinging it over his shoulder anyway. "Because sometimes, Miss Sharma... Apka stress kam karna he, meri life ka happiest moment ban jata hai." (Because sometimes, Miss Sharma... reducing your stress becomes the happiest moment of my life.) _______________________________________________ 💗💗Update Schedule: Every Monday 💗💗 _______________________________________________ This isn't your usual mafia/CEO/forced marriage Wattpad plot. It's a slow burn. It's messy. It's full of drama. And maybe, just maybe, it'll destroy your "delulu" about Mr Perfect or Miss Elegant. Because sometimes... love isn't about perfection. It's about finding magic in the most unexpected places. Getting comfort, in the people you don't wanna even see, or maybe you do, just you don't admit it. _______________________________________________ Navika Sharma: polite until pushed, gentle until challenged, and lethal when she chooses to be. Brain sharp, humor sharper. A computer science girl who doesn't shout - she wins Yug Arora: the quiet guy until something pokes his emotions - then it's blunt honesty, restless loyalty, and panic hidden under bad jokes. A tech-smart, socially-confused boy who acts tough, feels too much, and melts the second Navika steps in. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Navika × Yug ~ NAVYUG: a new era ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She is the symbol of dedication. He is the beat of the dance floor. Her comfort zone is novels. His leisure time is gaming. She can rule with her eyes. He can ruin with his words. ***Tropes *** ⁎Enemies-to-Lovers (one-sided) ⁎Opposites Attract ⁎Fated to Meet ⁎He Fell First. She fell harder ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Same college. Same branch. Zero idea how love sneaks in. But when it did, it hit like bliss-UNTIL DESTINY HAD OTHER PLANS. .... Will destiny separate them? Or love will find its NAVYUG?

You'll find poems about rage and survival, love and longing, isolation and betrayal-every emotion I've ever wrestled with is here, carved into lines of confession and reflection. Some will hit like a punch. Some will whisper like a hand holding yours in the dark. All of them are real. If you've ever searched for yourself in someone else's words, or wondered if your pain, your fire, your chaos mattered, you might just find yourself here. This is my voice, my storm, my truth-blunt, fiery, and impossible to ignore. Every poem is a piece of me-raw, unfiltered, and unapologetic. These are the words I couldn't say aloud, the truths I carried alone, the scars I turned into fire. Poems You'll Never Read by Kaylee Rose is for anyone who's ever felt broken, silenced, unseen, or betrayed. Poems You'll Never Read by Kaylee Rose.

A swapped journal, a fake relationship, and two best friends on the verge of something real. Max and Lucas discover that some secrets are impossible to hide - especially from the heart.

SHABAM!! You've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen!! Although your life before had been nothing but simping and living....how the hell do you plan to survive this one Snack-chan? Be forewarned that this story has no plot and its really just me expressing how fucking hilarious I am.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐈'𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡... ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍɪɴɪᴛᴜᴇꜱ?" 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? It doesn't knock. It breaks in. "𝐎𝐨𝐨 𝐏𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲..𝐎 𝐏𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲...𝐉𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐚.. 𝐏𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐚." (Adnan Dhool) They weren't looking for love. They were just trying to make it through school. But fate had other plans. 𝐀𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐫-𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 × 𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐫-𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 A prisoner of the heart. A worshipper of it. Two kinds of love in one story.

hello!! no this isn't roleplay. imma just explain everything in the first chapter :) no, i dont have a madoka magica concept, despite the cover.

𝑨 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒙 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚༉‧₊ ────────────────── .✦ ─────────────── .✦ She posted a reel. He replied with a song. Anaya Mittal sings because it helps her forget - the expectations, the pain, and the scars she hides under full sleeves and soft smiles. Aarav Yadav smokes to quiet the noise in his head. Flirty, charming, and emotionally off-limits - replying to girls' stories was just routine. But her voice didn't feel like routine. It felt like something that could weck him. Anaya and Aarav were sure they had found the person. Until the cracks appeared. Until the moment that proved maybe love isn't just about two people - maybe it's about two worlds. Somewhere out there is a version of them who got it right. The question is...which world are they in? A story about music, emotional scars, and the strange way fate can bend reality itself.

Zef. An average teenage boy with a life, not many people would drool over. He goes to a crappy school with some crappy kids and isn't exactly made of money. But, despite all that, he is still willing to devote his life to getting a full scholarship to SwanSole University in Canada and becoming the best musician to ever live. EXCEPT- New student Elliot Barden shows up. Making Zef question if that's what he really wants. Does he want to get a full scholarship and migrate to the great Canada, or stay in boring Huthsville Town where his friends and family need him the most? What will he do?

Because first love is never perfect, only unforgettable. She was chaos in sneakers, clumsy, loud, and heartbreakingly honest. He was silence in uniform-disciplined, distant, and always watching from the shadows. She turned every drama into poetry. He made stillness feel like home. In a world of morning assemblies, surprise tests, and lunchbox secrets, Trisha and Mahin found a love that wasn't planned... just felt. ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ She turned to him and whispered. "And... do you see me?" He didn't hesitate, his voice was quiet, calm. "I do. Every piece. The way you fight, the way you smile, the way your laughter makes chaos feel like home... I've noticed all of it. I've always noticed you. And I... I'm not going anywhere. You're mine in ways even words can't touch." Trisha's eyes glistened. Her hands trembled slightly. "Even... if I'm a mess?" He smiled softly as he looked at her and said. "Especially then. You, all of you, are what I've been waiting for. Every piece. Every flaw. Every heartbeat. That's where I belong." ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ This isn't just a story. It's your old classroom. Your first crush. Your teenage heart-rewound. Come, relive the madness, the innocence, and the magic of growing up. Because some memories deserve one more ride. 💫 ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　 #1 in Relatable #1 in School life #1 in heartfelt #1 in nostalgia

This isn't a real guide, unfortunately. It's just a book centered around Lydia Dawson, a normal girl who's failing her classes. One day, her parents get a free scholarship for her in one of the best private schools in the county, Crestview Academy. Suddenly she's living the movie girl dream. Having a loser crush on some hot guy who's apparently the 'popular' girl's brother, then befriending the popular girl, yet still being unpopular. A bunch of things you'd only see in teen shows. Lydia's trapped in a web of drama she never asked for. Why was her parents given the scholarship in the first place? She never wanted to go to Crestview. Find out more by reading the book.

Tess has always been quiet, lost in her books, and invisible to most of the school-but then Bradley notices her. Popular, kind, and somehow effortlessly warm, he makes her feel seen in a way no one else ever has. Suddenly, the quiet corners of the library and the crowded hallways feel different, full of stolen glances, small smiles, and moments that make her heart skip a beat. Tess begins to realize that maybe she's not as invisible as she thought, and that feeling... being noticed... is more thrilling than she ever imagined. As friendship slowly turns into something more, Tess finds herself drawn to Bradley in ways she never expected. Between flirty smiles, whispered jokes, and moments that feel too perfect to be real, she starts to wonder if maybe the boy who noticed her first might also be the one who can't be forgotten. But slow-burn love isn't simple, and both of them are about to learn that letting yourself fall-and being seen-is the most exciting, terrifying, and unforgettable part of all.

The pains suffered and never bothered...

Tree of Ink is a series of poems across a wide variety of topics. Some poems are freely written, some have multiple stanzas or even just one,; but each poem tells its own story. I hope you enjoy and take something from it for yourself.

For years, Joshua and Renee lived in the almost. Not lovers. Not friends. Something dangerously in between. They talked every night. Shared secrets. Kissed once... then again... But Joshua always pulled away first. Until Renee finally walked away. A year later, he's back-grown, confident, and ready to fight for the girl he never stopped loving. But just when they finally give in to the tension that's been burning for years... Something unexpected happens Right before they start Now their second chance might end before it even begins. A messy, addictive, slow-burning love story about miscommunication, desire, healing, and the boy who loved her in silence-until he couldn't anymore. * Renee never planned to fall for the boy who slid into her Snapchat with a smart-ass comment. Joshua never meant to love her from a distan

"I just can't think straight when it's about you Deepika, why do you do this to me? " says Arjun looking straight into her eyes. "I am not doing anything, Arjun. It's you. It's you who is confusing the shit out of me" she hisses back. In the heat of the moment he pulls her close in one move, lifts her chin and presses his lips against hers aggressively. She pulls back cheeks flushed and all shocked. "I think I like you", He says. This is the story of Deepika and Arjun. What do you think created all the confusion. This is a really cute college romance, tag along to have a good time with our cutest leads. Updated weekly on sundays

‎Living the life of every rich girl, Andrea Young walked in absolute beauty, brains and skills. ‎ ‎Unlike other rich girls, Andrea saw herself as priceless. She believed that no man deserved her and avoided relationships. ‎ ‎But behind the scenes of Andrea's life, she was treated as a tool for success. Her parents trained her to be perfect and it broke her completely. She wanted to be loved. She wanted to be seen as a normal person. ‎ ‎The only way she could find such happiness was to run away. And she did. Andrea found herself in a new world. Her previous life was filled with glitter and glam. The current one required a lot of sacrifices and teamwork. Although she wasn't rich, she felt loved and appreciated. ‎ ‎And that was enough. Started 07/11/25

Not a story with a plot, but a feeling you recognize. "The Little Things" is about warmth, laughter, relief, and those background moments that quietly tell you life is still good.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵... 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?" after having to move to a new place, you find yourself struggling in school due to bullying, you're hopeless about being in this new school and place until you meet them... but after a while you find the dark secrets that they're hiding. (kind of based on the runaway mv)

Aastha's first job lands her in Ahmedabad - smack in the middle of adulting chaos. Dry chapatis for lunch, rushed mornings, and somehow still late to work despite waking up on time. All she wants? To survive the grind of office hours, burnt dinners, and crushing expectations. Karjun Shah runs Shah Enterprises like clockwork - sleeves rolled up, silver wristwatch gleaming, and not a hair out of place. Stern, composed, the perfect CEO... until he's home. There, he's just Kaju -the steady heart of a noisy, loving Gujarati household that refuses to let him be anything but human. Neither planned this. But Aastha keeps catching glimpses of his silhouette and falling a little harder each time. Karjun can't ignore the new drafter with too many things in her tote and an uncanny way of softening his world. Love doesn't always arrive with fireworks. Sometimes, it tiptoes in - slow, steady, and unstoppable. All images/pictures belong to their rightful owners. I do not own any. Thank you. Have fun reading! Started: 30/05/2025 Word count: 70,000