Unrequited Stories

On a fateful day, Lana (17) Princess of Genovia gets kidnapped by the most vicious, cruel, and bloodthirsty man, Xerses. Xerses is the God Of War, and no one can conquer him. Lana learns how cruel he is, she struggles with the monster who is turning her life upside down. [READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!]

How much do u love me, Alison? So much that I can die for you, Aaron. _______________________________ When I was little girl ,I Admired the moths every time they were drawn to the Flames . I wondered a lot that why would someone willingly burn themselves just to feel warmth for a little while ....I thought of them as foolish and naive I never realized their desperation ,Their thirst ,Their Fate Not until I met him , The AARON BLACKHELL Owner of the most chilling shades of Ocean blue Eyes , A Man who wielded his words like a sword , And Owned the football ground like he is the king. He came to my School ,in my Life like a gentle storm , Only to create Destruction in Mine He didn't ask for the throne ,He carved it with his silent Authority He didn't Ask for Attention either but it was still served to him on a golden platter ... Fame and fear was his by default The thing is I should have never cared About the Rumours , Should have never acknowledged those Hushed whispers which wrote my fate long before our eyes meet . I Shouldn't have become the Moth I once laughed at .....But I did ... I fell for him ,Deep ... He did too , He fell in love Too ,Even Harder than I intended... Just not with me He fell in love with ........................................HER ~~ They didn't joke when they called him '' Siren of ruin '' His Love ruined Me And I Finally realized that HEARTS TOO BLEED !!!

At seventeen, I was just another foster kid....until Carlos Salazar made me believe in forever. A reckless smile. Dangerous charm. A touch that burned. For one fleeting moment, he was everything. Until the night he left me broken. Now I'm twenty-two. An assassin. My world runs on blood and contracts, not love. The girl he knew is buried.But the cartel doesn't care about scars, and fate doesn't care about promises. My new assignment? Protect the man who ruined me. He doesn't recognize me. I remember everything. The lies. The scars. The night that turned me into this. Carlos wants the sweet girl he lost. But someone else has already seen the woman I've become...sharp. dangerous. untouchable. In his world, softness is a liability. He doesn't promise comfort. He promises survival. I swore I'd never love again. But between the man who shattered me and the one who offers no mercy at all, my heart becomes a battlefield. And when the truth finally bleeds out, all that's left are sinners.....with watercolour eyes. -Dark romance -Assassin FMC -Enemies to lovers -Love triangle -Obsession

"𝑱𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏, 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒊." ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ You can run away from a normal man- but can you run from the owner? The lunatic. The public threat of Uttar Pradesh. She returned to her home town with a hope to have peace- But she was handed straight to the devil. Hate and annoyance planted the seed- of obsession, of control, over a girl who had never been allowed to heal. A marriage she never asked for. A life she wasn't ready for. But now that it's hers- will she run from it? Or turn it around, on her own terms? ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION © All Rights Reserved

This is the story of Ananya, a plus-size south Indian girl. She is forced to marry a rich and influential man named Rudra whom she had a long-term crush on. It seems like a dream come true right? but in her case, it wasn't

This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- He rose slowly, still holding her hands. She stepped closer. Closer. So close that the boat rocked faintly beneath them. Then, standing on her toes slightly, she reached up and held his shoulders to steady herself. He instinctively moved his hands to her waist so she wouldn't lose balance. The anklets chimed softly and then.. she bent her head forward.. slowly. Her forehead touched his. The red kumkum on her forehead brushed against his skin, leaving a faint, sacred mark just above his brows. He froze. Neither of them moved. Her eyes were closed and his breath stopped.. the contact was simple. Sacred. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but steady. "If you are my light," she murmured, her forehead still resting against his, "then let me mark you as mine before the world does." She lowered herself slowly, but didn't move away. Her eyes searched his. "You don't need a ring to bind me," she said softly. "And I don't need a ceremony to know what you mean to me." Her fingers brushed the red mark she had left on him. "This," she smiled faintly, "is my answer. My acceptance." His fingers tightened unconsciously around her waist. "I am yours," she whispered. "And you are mine. Not for a moment. But for every day that comes after." And she slowly moved into his embrace and hugged him, holding him a little tighter than usual, like she never wanted to let go. They stayed there for a while longer, not speaking. Everything you're about to read is true... but I've never confessed to him in real life. The story ends with a plot twist my real life hasn't caught up to yet. Happy reading 🩷

Some love stories have unexpected beginnings. Some love stories have unexpected endings. A life changing episode changes the life of Rohan and Anjali when Anjali's sister dies tragically succumbing to Cancer. Fate couldn't tie the knots between Rohan and his long term girlfriend Aisha. He knows to keep his promises and gets married to his girlfriend's sister, Anjali. Anjali's life changed as if she was in a spiral of keeping her promise to her sister and her responsibilities. Read my book to see how the story evolves between Anjali and Rohan. #55 in unrequited may 2/2020 #1 Kolkata... june 3/2020 #17 India... june 29/2020 #1 Watty... november 2/ 2020 #1 unrequited July 8/2022 Started: 21st March, 2020 Completed: 24th August, 2020 This book is in editing phase.

history au. started : 02/25/26

Branzy has always liked Clownpeirce, in a way. He never admitted it to most people, he always says their relationship is only indentured servitude but most players on lifesteal have already pieced it together that it wasn't "just" that. When he realizes he had deeper feelings for the other man and that it could possibly be unrequited, something seems to start bubbling up in his chest. Not butterflies that usually make people giddy - no, it almost feels... suffocating. Note: Just to mention, I'll be making the disease seem more violent and gruesome compared to your typical hanahaki aus.

Noel has a habit of writing emails she never sends - confessions, closures, almost-love stories she's too afraid to say out loud. They stay safely tucked in her drafts folder, where rejection can't touch her. Until five of them get sent. Now the boy she's loved since high school knows. The frat guy she impulsively kissed thinks he's involved. And suddenly Noel's private feelings are very, very public. When she ends up fake-dating Dean - the last person she meant to drag into her mess - she's forced to confront the difference between the romantic version of love she writes about and the messy, real-time version happening in front of her. Because living in drafts is safe. But love doesn't happen in drafts.

A love whispered. A love ignored. Years of longing, years of silence, years of living in the shadow of what could have been. And in that quiet, she will learn what it really means to be seen.

First, he was the mistake that hurt him. Then, he was the man on his knees, begging without the right to be forgiven. Somewhere between cold indifference, casual kisses with other people, and a deal that becomes desire again, two men learn how to share a bed without owning each other's lives. This is a love story built out of "no," rebuilt through "I'm sorry," and finally held together by "only if you want me."

A childhood crush. A single cruel word. Memories that won't let go. Years later, she crosses paths with him again but the past and present collide in ways she never expected. Obsession, longing, and unanswered feelings threaten to consume her. Disclaimer: This story explores emotional abuse, bullying, and psychological tension. It contains intense emotional scenes and themes of obsession, but no self-harm, graphic sexual content, or explicit violence. Reader discretion is advised.

"Aapko baarish pasand nahi hai raani sahiba?" "Bohot pasand hai." I smiled softly as we walked on the pavement and rain in drop of treasure. "Kyun?" "It's pretty." I smiled back at him as I looked at the rain from the shadow of the umbrella. "It's pretty?" He asked in question as he paused and something in his eyes seemed to change. I nod as we reach closer to the entrance of the building now under the shade offered by the concrete above as Shyam closes his umbrella and steps under the shade with me. We stand there watching the rain get worse. Or rather, better. . . . . Charvika Rajpurohit was a girl of few words but multiple thoughts. Having been through difficult situations in her life already at the age of just 17, this Indian classical music prodigy has herself going to a prestigious school in the loud city of Jaipur. Having been homeschooled her whole life, she's neither ready for school, nor for the loud gazes of Padmavati International School. Shyam Rathore had a heart of gold with a witty personality and teasing smile that had everyone unable to dislike him. Prone to trouble and yet a keen maths enthusiast, he had the balance one didn't think could exist. He talks to just about anyone and everyone without any hesitation until she shows up. When their worlds collide in classrooms, corridors, and stolen moments between lessons, sparks fly in ways neither expects. A slow-burn connection, subtle gestures, and stolen glances set the stage for a story about music, hearts, and the moments that change everything.

She wants a love that feels like a Bollywood song. He's tired of a life that already feels too loud. Two high school seniors. A two-year age gap. Complicated lives they don't talk about. She still believes in love. He doesn't. As their worlds quietly collide, one question remains- can someone who believes in love make someone else believe in it again?

────────※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ──────── Some feelings are never meant to be spoken out loud. They simply sit inside you and make a home in the corners of your heart. 𝗗𝐢𝐥 - 𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐳 was written in that quiet corner. This poetry collection contains eight poetic urdu verses written in the hope of being written to. It encaptured the feeling of unrequited feelings, passionate denial and irreversible limerence. Urdu is my mother tongue. And when there were poetries inside me that the English couldn't truly hold, my heart decided to bleed words in Urdu. However, I have included the English Translation of each poem for my non-urdu speaking readers. I have tried to imitate the effect of each poem in English too. A section is dedicated to the vocabulary used in every poem for clarity. I hope you enjoy reading this work as much as I enjoyed bringing it to life. And I hope you fall in love with how different languages can encapture multitudes of similar emotions in just a few words. ──────── ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ────────

He considered her feelings as nothing more than a passing fondness, yet she kept waiting in the spaces he would never occupy, holding onto a heart that was never hers. Until a single mistake changes everything, forcing them to navigate desire, boundaries, responsibility, and consequences that could either bind them together or tear them further apart.

"Love is the opus of fallacies and beauty" Smryna Roy is everything a teenager shouldn't be-eccentric, sporty, harsh, and yet, she has soft edges. She didn't think that moving into a new school would be hard-how bad could it be, after all? She also didn't think much about the bus rides she shared with a single person of her age. Arin Vaidya is everything a teenager should be-sporty, cocky, strange in a charismatic manner, and yet, he has a soft, unguarded surface beneath. He didn't mind changing schools-it would be an adventure. However, he was quite disappointed when he saw his bus mates: an eccentric girl, and a few unremarkable kids. He didn't think much of it. They never planned to become friends-really, they planned never to talk at all. But boredom is said to be the mother of procreation. Slowly, but surely, a dangerous bond bloomed between them. Smryna never anticipated that this year, she would get a boyfriend. This year, she would get her heart broken. Arin never thought he would enjoy the company of a certain girl, but when he loses her, something feels unmistakably wrong. BOOK ONE IN THE BALLAD OF HEARTS SERIES Started-11 Jan, 2026 Completed-???

"Sometimes, the greatest betrayal is the one that leads you to the truth of who you really are." This is the story of a lost girl Rahzell. A girl drowning in a world she was never meant to belong to. Parties, rebellion, sins her escape from pain. But betrayal hit her hardest when she trusted the wrong people. Just when she thought there was no turning back, it was her childhood enemy the one who once mocked her who stepped in to heal her shattered soul. Noor was different. Religious, modest, kind but treated like a transaction by the very man who should've protected her: her father. Yet in the shadows of her suffering, there was one man who loved her fiercely. A man who would burn the world just to see her smile. Then there's Aliyah. The wild one, the risk-taker, the girl who laughed the loudest. She balanced deen and dunya like walking a tightrope. But after facing heartbreak the kind that changes your spirit she learned her worth. She was rejected by the man she loved... the same man who chose someone else over her. This story weaves love, loss, faith, betrayal, and redemption. A tangled journey of broken hearts, past trauma, powerful healing, and the strength to rise again. © All Rights Reserved. This story is an original work by [Author_yarishha]. Any unauthorized reproduction, copying, or distribution is strictly prohibited. © All Rights Reserved