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Aarivaan: Broody, royal, dangerously handsome... basically the kind of professor who makes hearts skip lectures. Aarvika: Clumsy, chaotic, ridiculously charming... basically a one-women storm of trouble. He glares, She trips. He scolds, She laughs. He tries to stay serious... she ruins it with a single smile. A classroom of rules, a girl full of chaos, and a grumpy professor who never knew silence could be so loud. Will Aarivaan survive her disaster-like charm... or will he finally fall for the noise he can't ignore? Fair Warning: May cause uncontrollable laughter, swooning, and an unhealthy obsession with one Aarivaan.

Mahirap ang buhay, lalo na kapag wala kang pera, pero para kay Chantina, mas mahirap pa rin ang maging katulong ni Poseidon Montellier. Masungit, palaging mainit ang ulo, perfectionist, at hindi puwedeng ma-late sa anumang utos nito. Pero sa ngalan ng pera at sa pangarap na matagal na niyang gustong maabot, tiniis niya ang lahat. Isang araw, inalok siya nito ng tatlong milyon kapalit ng isang bagay na hindi niya inasahan - ang magpanggap bilang fiancée ng amo. Halos lumuwa ang mata niya sa laki ng halaga at muntik na siyang himatayin sa kondisyon, pero sa huli, pumayag siya. Akala niya, madali lang ang magpanggap. Pero bilang fiancée ng isang bilyonaryo, kinailangan din niyang masanay sa mga bagong bagay. "Lean on my shoulder," "Hold my hand," "Hug me," "Kiss me" - mga utos na sa simula'y nakakailang, pero sa kalauna'y nakasanayan na rin niya. Kung kailan sanay na siyang kasama ito, saka naman nagbalik ang ina ng mga anak ng lalaki. Mabilis pa sa alas-kuwatro, tinapos nito ang kanilang kasunduan at pinaalis siya sa mansiyon. Parang binuhusan siya ng malamig na tubig, at doon niya napagtanto na hindi lahat ng papel na ginagampanan ay nagiging totoo. Noon lang niya na-realize na mas mahirap ang magpanggap na masaya kaysa magpanggap na fiancée ng amo, at kahit tatlong milyon pa ang kapalit, hindi nito kayang punan ang lungkot at pangungulila niya sa taong natutunan na niyang mahalin.

✨ "कभी सोचा ना था, किसी की मुस्कान मेरी धड़कनों का हिसाब बदल देगी।" ✨ ✿WHISPERS OF OUR SPRING✿ _________________________________________ "It is a story where love flickers through the shadows of trauma, friendship becomes a gentle refuge, and every scar shapes the slow, luminous art of becoming."🌸🌻 Starting with this beautiful quote, I will introduce you to our characters- VYOM DIVIJAY X URVI AHUJA🎀 KUSHAGRA AHUJA X KASHVI BATRA🌍 EKANSH MALHOTRA X ISHITA PANDEY✨ SAMAR BATRA X SURAMYA VERMA❤️ ************************ THIS STORY INVOLVES ~ Old school romance ~ Family Bonding ~ Found family ~ Parental negligence ~ Childhood sweethearts ~ Academic problems ~ Sweet and simple moments ************************ [A/N] - No cheating , Toxicity and betrayal 🎀Just Beautiful love stories with a deeper meaning and message🎀 _________________________________________ DIVE IN TO KNOW MOREE💋

~Telugu Book (with translations) Aarav Reddy, 28, is a successful gynaecologist and is dangerously charming. He is an extrovert person and makes everyone happy beside him and always put a smile on his face. Aashna Reddy,24, is a successful CA and a independent girl who desires success in every work she does. She is a cheerful person with her people but an introvert with others. She is also insecure and overthinker about her looks due to her PCOD problem. But when destiny brings them together...in a arranged marriage cum love marriage. Will they be able to love each other or god has any another plans?? TROPES:- ~ Doctor x CA ~ Arrange Marriage ~ He fell first, she fell harder ~ Green flag x Green flag ~ Telugu abbayi x Telugu ammayi ~ Extrovert x Introvert ~ Overexplainer x Overthinker Start: 08|12|2025 End:

He saw her for the first time on her birthday. She never knew about his feelings. Years passed-same school, same university-but he never found the words. This is the story of a quiet love, unspoken and unwavering. A boy who waited. And a girl who never knew she was being waited for...🦋 ***************************************** She opened the box slowly, dust rising from its lid. Inside, neatly stacked, were envelopes. Dozens of them. Each one marked in the same familiar handwriting. "Isha - Happy birthday! ❤️" She blinked, her fingers trembling as she picked one. Inside was a card-simple, handmade. Tucked with it, a folded note. A letter. "I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to give you this. But if I do... happy birthday, Isha. I think I've loved you since the day you walked past me, smiling at everyone but me." She pulled out another envelope. Same card. Same quiet confession. Year after year. Her eyes welled up. He had written to her every birthday. He had loved her-through years, through silence, through time. And not once had he asked for anything in return. She turned to Siddharth, who stood quietly at the door, watching her find his years of longing-one envelope at a time. "You waited this long...?" she whispered. He moved to her and wiped her tears, looked at her with that same old softness in his eyes. "I was waiting for a day when... you'd look at me the way I've looked at you all these years." ***************************************** Join me on this journey to uncover the depths of love and longing...🎀

Sa loob ng San Estrella University, may dalawang taong tila magkaibang-magkaiba ang mundo Zachary Elijah Monteverde ang mahiyain ngunit sikat na campus journalist kilala siya sa kanyang matatalim na artikulo at matalinong pananaw ngunit sa likod ng kanyang salamin at tahimik na personalidad ay may isang lihim matagal na siyang may crush sa pinaka-popular na atleta sa university Dylan Marco Reyes ang confident at competitive na basketball captain na halos lahat ng estudyante ay hinahangaan para sa kanya, ang mundo ay umiikot sa practice, games, at pagiging pinakamahusay na player sa court Isang simpleng journalism assignment ang magdadala sa kanilang dalawa sa isang hindi inaasahang pagkikita Isang interview.

the timeless love story of 2 best friends that eventually gain feelings for each other. all based on true events. jack, mike, and michael. will be updated eventually long live pumpernickel!

So yes-another royal novel on Wattpad. But not that kind. The male lead is a king, but there's no mafia nonsense here. He's not going to shoot every man who looks at his wife. He understands that a woman can have male friends, that a handshake isn't a threat, and that not every man who speaks to the female lead is evil. Mostly because he knows something very important. She doesn't need saving. She is more than capable of breaking bones if someone touches her inappropriately, poking eyes if someone looks at her the wrong way, and knocking out teeth if someone dares to disrespect her. The female lead is not your typical Sati-Savitri, Sarvagun-Sampann heroine. Okay-she is. But she's also a bad bitch. A modern woman with ambition, power, and dreams bigger than palaces. The characters in this story are kaleshi, not toxic. And yes-there is a difference. There may not be clear villains here. And even if there are, remember this: Every villain is a victim of something too. This is a story of royalty without glorifying control. Power without erasing softness. An arranged marriage that turns into love-slowly, painfully, beautifully. Desi. Royal. Emotional. And unapologetically different. --- 🏷 TROPES [ ] Royal King × Royal Princess [ ] CEO King × CEO / Secret Author [ ] Arranged Marriage [ ] Love After Marriage [ ] Slow Burn [ ] Secret Crush [ ] Feelings Confusion [ ] Kaleshi ML × Sassy FL [ ] Sister's inspiration x admire's brother [ ] Rival Brother × Rival Sister [ ] Family Drama & Politics [ ] Desi × Desi ........ STARTING DATE: 2026-03-02 ENDING DATE: !!!

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Isha -"tujhe jeet jeet vaarun, mai praan praan vaaru." Shivansh-"tu jo choole pyaar se, araam se mit jaaun." He was the discipline of dawn. She was the prayer of dusk. He stood in devotion. She knelt in faith. When he walked, the earth bowed; when she smiled, the universe exhaled. He was the soldier who worshipped the soil he bled for, and she was the girl who turned pain into worship. What began as innocence, bloomed into surrender. What began as silence, became Shiv Sakti , a love that wasn't about possession, but about becoming one in devotion.

𝑴𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒊 𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒏...... _________________________________________ Part - 1 ___________________________________________________ Ek shaadi. Ek choti si mulaqat. Aur ek naam... jo bhoolna mushkil tha. Akshat Singhania - topper, introvert, disciplined, future Army Officer. Mahi Malhotra - intelligent, sweet, thodi chaotic, thodi savage... aur equally ambitious. ___________________________________________________ They met once. Lost each other. But destiny had bigger plans. Phir kishmat ne khel-khela. Phir se mulaqat. This time... in uniform. Pyaar, competition, jealousy, aur army ke rules. Because loving someone in uniform isn't simple. And some stories are written in olive green. 🇮🇳✨ - Vani

A curse, alive in the two most powerful families. A contract written in blood. Promises made by fates. Secrets in every breath that's held here. Some debts don't die. They live in bloodlines like a second heartbeat - quiet, patient, pulling. The curse is old. Older than the families carrying it. Older than the walls built to contain it. It does not warn. It simply waits - in the blood, in the bone, And the two people at its center - utterly unaware. Vartika Rathore. A lawyer hunting injustice. A RAW agent ending it. Both drenched in secrets. Both haunted by the same aching nightmare - the specific nightmare of someone whose heart remembers things her mind was never told. Then comes a promise that puts everything at stake. And it leads her - because fate does not ask permission - straight into the Rajvansh Empire. Like fate signed the contract before she ever knew the terms. Because here, nobody tells the whole truth. Every smile hides a strategy. Walls whisper. Corridors remember. Loyalty is just another mask worn until it becomes inconvenient. In this empire - truth destroys more than lies ever could. Then she meets him. Devansh Singh Rajvansh. Charming. Dangerous. A man who wears deception in layers - truth buried under arrogance, intentions hidden beneath power. Why is he the villain? Or is he simply the only one honest about being dangerous? Before she finds the answer, she is bound to him. A marriage. A war disguised as vows. But living under the same roof blurs lines her agency never warned her about. Because Devansh is not just a husband she must endure - he is a man who senses deception, who might destroy her mission simply by looking too closely. And her heart - which remembers things her mind doesn't - recognises him. Not his face. Not his name. Something older than both. The curse, finally closing the distance it was always going to close. Her heart remembered things her mind didn't. The only question - would she let herself remember too.

Book 1 of 'Manhattan Series' Endlessly in love ​He was supposed to protect the data. He didn't expect to become her guardian. ​Advika-an Arts student with her head in the clouds and a dream of becoming an author. Her tongue is razor sharp and her actions? She isn't responsible for them William- a cold, calculated cybersecurity specialist who swore he'd never fall in love. Not after his first love-his parents left him alone. They either died, or left him. (That's suspense 🤫) ​When a high-stakes deal with Advika's father forces her parents back to India, Advika is left in the one place she never expected: under William's roof. ​She's the sunshine he never wanted. He's the morally grey protector she can't escape. In the heart of Manhattan, the line between "protection" and "possession" is about to blur. TROPES: Grumpy x Sassy Age gap Forced proximity Indian x Russian Strangers to lovers Enemies to lovers Morally Grey MMC Possessive MMC Dark Romance Touch her and die Teacher's brother ⚠️The starting chapters CAN be boring-I'm editing them one at a time.

"Har dil mein ek aisa ishq hota hai, jo sirf ek naam se pehchaana jaata hai." → In every heart, there's a love that answers only to one name. Every pair reflects one face of Ishq - from purity to chaos, laughter to pain, distance to destiny. And all threads tie back to that one truth: "Kisi ke naam ka ishq likha ho toh, usse mitaana mumkin nahi." .... Viddhi voice came softly, as if it had been fighting for years to find its way out. "Tumhe pata hai, maine kab samjha ki mujhe tumse pyaar hai?" He froze.The world quieted - no voices, no wind - just the echo of her words and his heartbeat stumbling inside his chest. Vansh voice was quiet, careful. "Kab?" She smiled, faintly, like confessing a wound that never healed. "Jab kisi aur ne mera naam liya... aur mujhe laga, woh hak kisi aur ka ho hi nahi sakta." ..... There are loves that begin with confessions, and there are loves that begin with silence. Mere Naam Ka Ishq is that silence - the kind that doesn't need to be spoken to be real. It's the love that lives quietly behind someone's name, hidden between the heartbeats and unspoken prayers. Viddhi never believed in grand love stories - until she met him. He wasn't just the hero of her dreams or just trailer, he was a quiet presence who made everything around her feel softer, warmer, real. Their story never had declarations, no promises whispered under the stars. It was made of glances through classroom windows, unsent messages, and prayers she never admitted were for him. But soon enough, their love founds its home within their name. "Mere Naam Ka Ishq" is not just love. It's remembrance. It's faith. It's where love stops being a feeling, and becomes a part of your existence. Because sometimes, the purest kind of love isn't the one that ends with "us." It's the one that stays - quietly, eternally - with your name.

जानम, देख लो, मिट गईं दूरियाँ मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ कैसी सरहदें? कैसी मजबूरियाँ? मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ ~ सुन सको तो सुनो धड़कनों की ज़बाँ मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ कैसी सरहदें? कैसी मजबूरियाँ? मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ ~ ~Drishti "Love, for me, is devotion. I cannot see him, but my heart recognizes him the way a prayer recognizes its own peace. Love is trusting his voice in every silence, holding his hand as if it is the only light I know. It is the faith that even in darkness, his presence will guide me home. People say love begins with sight but mine begins with surrender, with believing in someone I have never seen yet feel in every heartbeat. For me, love is sacred, a quiet promise to stay, to trust, to belong. And if this is devotion... then I live my whole life loving him. ~Ekaksh "Drishti... If your love is devotion, then mine is gratitude - gratitude that God trusted me with a heart as pure as yours. You say you can't see me, but you don't need to. Because every time you hold my hand, I feel seen in a way I never have before. You walk through darkness with faith... and that faith makes me stronger. You call my presence your light, but the truth is you are the reason I know what love truly is. If love is sacred for you, then for me, you are sacred. Your trust is my prayer, your heartbeat is my peace, and your devotion... that is my entire world.

​"I don't know how to embrace. I only know how to hold the line." ​They call him Shadow. He's the ace of the Mojave Desert, a man with no past and a dangerous future. He thought the sky was his only home-until he met her. Sana didn't just break his rules; she broke the walls around his heart. ​In the world of high-speed jets and deadly missions, the most dangerous maneuver is falling in love.

"Khamoshi se shuru hui thi wo kahani, jo barish ke un bundo se judi thi, Unke bich kuch tha gumnaam, jise dil ne jana par alfaz anjaan reh gaye, Saalon baad jab samajh aaya sach unhe, jab mile alfaz unhe, tab shayad der ho gayi, Aur, Khamoshi se shuru hui thi wo kahani adhuri reh gayi...." _________________________________________ Some stories start with a confession, and some start with silence... In the busy school corridors and the noisy canteen, a few strangers slowly become friends. Among them are Abhishek, who hides his feelings in his sketches, and Aditi, who organize her feelings into words on a quiet prices of paper. Between small teasing, rainy days, and quiet moments together, something soft begins to grow between them.....something unexpected.....something that neither of them can give name to. But the confession in silence comes at a cost....a cost of distance....a cost of separation. Small misunderstanding slowly pulls them apart, and time takes them into different lives. Years later, fate brings them face to face again... but universe disagree with this reunion. The words that once stayed in their hearts were still remained unsaid. And sometimes the truth comes a little too late with a feeling of guit of not expressing them A story of rain, memories, friendship... And an unsaid love....an unsaid goodbye... Author : Swati

"Sajde mein yun hi jhukta hoon Main toh ibaadat karta hoon Tere dar pe hi ab mera Sar jhukne laga hai..." "Tera deedar hua, pehli baar hua Jabse hai dekha tujhe, pagal hua Sajde mein yun hi jhukta hoon Main toh ibaadat karta hoon..." ♥️🎀 .............................................................................................................................................. "Panch saal ki qaid toh bas ek bahana tha, Asli qaid toh teri yaadon ki thi, Wahan dushman ki bediyan thi pairon mein, Yahan tere ishq ki zanjeerein hain rooh mein.".................................................................................................................................... 5 saal ka wo school waala ishq, ek jhagda, aur phir sab khatam. Rudransh Army join karke chala gaya aur phir khabar aayi ki wo shaheed ho gaya. Par asli kahani toh tab suru hui jab wo 5 saal baad dushman ki qaid se wapas aaya. Usne apni wardi chodh di, business sambhaal liya, sirf ek maqsad ke liye-Tani. Par Tani ki engagement kisi aur se hone wali hai. Kya ek CEO, jo kabhi Captain tha, apni "Rooh" ko wapas paa sakega? Ya phir ye ishq borders par hi dam tod dega?

~Dwiti Sharma~ " 'pyaar' iss shabd se hi gheen aati hai hume,bhrosa toh dur ki baat hai...." ~Daivik Agarwal~ " 'pyaar' pe bhrosa toh dilake rahenge,hum aapko humare pyaar me pagal banake rahenge." ........... ~Kaira Agarwal~ "I don't think we are made for each other..." ~Kairav Arora~ "Aree aase-kese, kuch socch ker hi rab ne milwaya hoga humein warna meri jaan itfaqq itne kubsurat nahi hote" ............ ~Aarohi Kapoor~ "Pyaar vo hai jo Aankhon ki baate bhi samajh jaye..." ~Aashish Agarwal~ "Aap Aankhon ki baat krti hai,hum toh aapko dil se samajh ne ke liye tayar baithe hai." ............. ~Aaradhya Kapoor~ "Pyaar toh kr baithe aap humse lekin filmy hai hum bohot kese jhelain ge aap hume.." ~Advik Oberoi~ "Toh filmy tareeke se hi sahi aapko pyar toh karenge hum aur aapko dekhke hi toh humara din guzarta hai ye jhelna kya hota hai." ............. ~Vritika Patel~ " Mei khudse bhi pyar nahi kr sakti tumhe kese karungi ?" ~Vedant Malhotra~ "Tum bass mujhse pyar kro mei tumhe khudse pyar krva dunga " .............................................................. So what do you think ? "Are they a moment or a lifetime?" Curious, right!? You just have to add the story to your reading list to know further Till then, love yaa.♡ -×-×-×-

Zevansh and krishvi, two academic rivals who can't even tolerate each other's presence falls deeper in love but then something happens that lead them towards rivarly again... To know more, dive into their story