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My new story... plz guys whoever are not comfortable with dark stories,stay away... no bashing later... and yeah it's not dark between Manan... *FLASHBACK scenes inspired by a serial..warna toh mein itni cruel nai hu..😊😋* Prologue: Nandini was sleeping on the bed while Manik was staring at her blankly having tears in his eyes. He moved and sat on the couch still staring at her.He just closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Please...I'm sorrry...please...don't"She started shivering and panicking in her sleep and Manik immediately ran towards her and held her hand. "Nandu...Nandu...open ur eyes...kuch nahi hua...look at me...I'm here...it's me Manik..." He said rubbing her hand trying to wake her up. She sat suddenly and opened her eyes and examined the surroundings.Manik side hugged her saying "Shhh...chup...kuch nahi hua...u r safe here..." He calmed her down and made her sleep again. After 15 minutes he came out to the balcony and those tears which he was stopping to be strong made it's way out. "How...How can I remove those nightmares Nandu...!!!" He asked himself while wiping his tears. "With ur love..." An answer came from behind. He turned to see the person and it is none other than his best buddy Cabir. "Cabir..." He said slowly. "Ha Manik...she can only be healed by ur love...The love which u left 2 years back..."Cabir answered. Manik again stared at Cabir and at Nandini whose body has all her past MARKS. Manik just closed his eyes helplessly and the traces of his past came in front of his eyes. . . . C-Manik...this is the last day of college man...u won't get the chance to see her again...jao...ab toh bathaa that u love her... Manik looked at him worriedly ,gathered himself and his courage and took his steps towards her... . . . . "I never thought that I'll see her like this...not like this..."He cried his heart out holding Cabir.

A medical college where friendships bloom, dreams take shape, and rules are meant to be broken! Kritika-a fearless, rebellious troublemaker who believes life is meant to be lived on her own terms. Ayaan-a young, soft-spoken yet strict professor, dedicated to his duty as a doctor and mentor. For Kritika and her group of friends-Aryan, Arjun, Archu, Raghav, and Jenny-third year is all about fun, friendships, and a little mischief. But when Kritika finds herself constantly clashing with Ayaan, the one professor who refuses to tolerate her recklessness, things start to take an unexpected turn. Between classroom debates, stolen glances, and moments that shouldn't mean anything but somehow do-lines begin to blur. In a world where rules matter, will Kritika and Ayaan dare to cross a line that wasn't meant to be crossed? ____________ "Stop it. We're in college. Behave," I warned softly, trying not to melt into him. But he wasn't listening. His fingers slid under the hem of my top, slowly, deliberately, until they touched the bare skin of my lower back. His touch was warm, teasing. "Ayaan!" I breathed, but it came out more like a plea than a warning. "What?" he asked, voice sinfully soft. "You don't want me to give a good speech? Hmm, Kritika?" He leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine, his breath hot against my lips. "I think you want me to fail. That's why you're holding back." My hands clutched the front of his shirt. "I'm not-God, you're insane." "No," he murmured. "I'm just mad about you." #RomCom #enemiestolover #StudentProfessorRomance #MedicalCollege #ForbiddenLove #Friendship #LoveAndChaos

1st STORY: "I'm the person who's watched you spew venom for the last fifteen minutes while he sat there quietly, still trying to be civil. You planned this whole thing, ambushed him into a fake date, and now you're playing victim and jury?" She stood up too, her voice rising. "Don't interfere. This is between me and Zaviyaar." "Wrong." I snapped. "You re ruining appetite of others" ________ 2ND STORY: "I don't think I can bring profits to you," I said flatly, clutching my bag tighter. "Before you even listened to the proposal, you already rejected it," he said his tone calm but sharp. "If that's your behavior, then you won't grow further. You might as well book your flight back to India." .________ 3RD STORY: I don't want to... I am leaving," I said, turning away. "Ruhi, let's talk," he pleaded. "Just give me one chance to explain myself." "There's nothing left to talk about," I said, my voice colder than I felt inside. _______ MY CHUDAIL TRIO STORY: After stuffing myself with wai-wai, I announced like a war general, "Main chali sone. Ab ek ne bhi disturb kiya na.. corridor mein soyega woh. Bina pillow blanket ke." A minute later, Ruhi barged in. "Side de, mujhe bhi sona hai," she said clearing up space on the bed. She plopped down, and I instantly hugged her like my pillow, throwing both legs on top of her. "Hatt yaar, saans band kar degi tu meri," she groaned. "Hmph..." I turned away only to feel her raise her leg over me in return. "Uff, main thak gayi..." Mannat's voice came from the door. "Zaalim auraton, mujhse bartan dhulwaye aur yahan tum dono maze se so rahi ho." She climbed onto the bed adjusting herself tugging at the blanket. "Mujhe bhi jagah de thodi," she complained. ________ OVERALL TROUPES: Multicouple Lovestory Ride-or-Die Friends The Trio Dynamic Late-Night Confessions No One Understands Me Like You Do Dark Humor _______ (Check Inside For couple TROUPES)

The air between them was thick, suffocating, as if the room itself held its breath. Words hung in the silence, sharp and unspoken, before finally breaking free in jagged shards. "Why does it always have to be like this with you?" they snapped, their voice trembling somewhere between anger and despair. Their response was immediate, defensive. "Me? You're the one who never listens!" The words were loud, but their eyes betrayed the crack beneath the surface-a flicker of hurt they tried to bury under frustration. Each word exchanged was a step deeper into a place neither wanted to go, but neither knew how to stop. The room felt colder, smaller, as if the walls themselves were closing in, pressing the weight of their unsaid truths closer to the surface. "Maybe if you actually cared-" "Don't you dare," came the cutting interruption, voice low and dangerous. But the anger was laced with something raw, something unsteady, like a rope fraying at the edges. For a moment, they locked eyes, and the silence was deafening. It was a battlefield of emotions neither could fully articulate-anger, hurt, longing, and the fear of losing something they couldn't quite name. Then came the breaking point-a word too sharp, a truth too bitter to swallow. One turned away, shoulders trembling, while the other stood frozen, fists clenched at their sides. It wasn't the shouting that lingered in the room after, but the heavy quiet-the weight of what wasn't said, and the fragile, aching distance between them.

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 ~ 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. Book 1 of Broken and Bound Duet. ≫∘❀♡❀∘≪ He had her caged against the wall. His shadow swallowing hers and eyes glinting with mockery sharp enough to cut. "So desperate that you've actually started studying hard just to get on my level, huh?" His words weren't a question. They were clearly a taunt. She turned her face away, refusing to let him see the storm brewing in her eyes but he wasn't satisfied with silence. He tilted her chin up with a rough coax and asked with a cruel voice,"Answer me, Vika. Itna desperation?" She jerked his hand off, forcing the words past the lump in her throat,"I'm not doing it to get you. I'm doing it to secure myself-" He leaned closer, cutting her off with a poisonous smirk and said,"Oh yeah, right. Secure your future... because you want to marry me, isn't it?" The accusation cracked something inside her. The tears she had been fighting burned hot as they spilled down, betraying the strength she tried so hard to hold. He only smirked wider, watching her crumble as though her breaking was the prize he had been chasing all along. ≫∘❀♡❀∘≪ A story of first love, heartbreak and emotional strength. Take a breath as you're in for a long journey. Let 𝐉 and 𝐍 show you what it means to fall, break, and still hope. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒔, ~𝐴𝑟𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑢𝑠

"Are you my boyfriend?" I asked, looking straight into his eyes. His grip on my wrist loosened. Translation: who are you to question me? I took another shot. But this boy-he literally snatched my drink and downed it himself. "You can share it with your friend, right?" He flashed his sweetest smile. I wasn't falling for it. "We aren't friends anymore," I muttered, holding my head as dizziness took over. I barely heard him instruct the bartender to stop serving me drinks before everything started spinning. The next thing I knew, I had collapsed into something warm and solid. When I forced my eyes open, I found myself in his arms. ________________________________ "Do you really want me to?" Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. Her fingers curled tighter against my shoulders, as if grounding herself. I watched her, my own restraint hanging by a thread. The way her lips parted, the way her chest rose and fell unevenly-I could feel the war waging inside her. I should've stepped back, given her space. But I couldn't. Not when she was looking at me like that. She didn't answer, but her silence spoke louder than words. Slowly, I ran my thumb over her cheek, tracing the dampness left by her tears. So fragile, yet so intoxicating. "Tell me to stop, darling," I murmured, my lips barely an inch from hers. Her eyes flickered to my mouth, and that was all it took. --- she fell first✨

Crush ? what is crush ? We all would have felt some sort of liking towards the other person, u adore them, u like them, u like everything they do, u admire them and their deeds. It's the most beautiful feeling everyone would have felt in their life for once. So let's begin this journey of an introvert who started having crush on her Senior from the time they first met. So what happens when her little crush started growing despite the fact he is in a relationship with another girl? She wants to move on but her heart is still stuck at the same place where it fell for him. Is it just a crush or more than that? Will her liking cause her trouble or gain her love? Will he ever come to know that He is her biggest crush ? Will he ever realize the madness of this girl? Join this journey of these two ppl.. Falling for my crush :)

"Get out," I whispered again, looking into his deep brown eyes. His brows furrowed. "I can't leave you in this condition." A lone tear slipped from my eye. "You're the only person responsible for this condition." He swallowed hard and lay down beside me. "I said-" I tried to get up, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his embrace again. His arms wrapped tightly around me. I stopped struggling. His warmth, his scent... after four years, I finally felt at peace. My face was buried in his chest. "Why aren't you leaving me?" I whispered. He looked down, his gaze intense. "Because I can't," he admitted. "I'm not able to." I bit my lip, my heart aching. ___________________________________ "You look beautiful," I said, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Come up with something new. Half of your guests already used that line," she muttered. I stared into her kohl-lined eyes. "Is that so?" She hummed in response. "Then how about this-" I leaned close to her ear. "You look like mine," I whispered before pressing a soft kiss against her earlobe. She shuddered. I was about to trail kisses down her neck when she whispered, "I'm sleepy." I chuckled and pulled back. She strolled toward the staircase, taking slow steps, struggling with her four-inch pencil heels and the heavy saree. Will she ask for my help? Nope. I sighed and walked toward her. --- GRUMPY × SUNSHINE

This is the love story of Mr. Siddhant & Ms. Roli who grew up in Delhi. Their love rooted in one of the leading college in Delhi. Roli had long black hair and equally darker eyes. The smile was always glued on her face. Her beautiful face makes men turn towards her for sure. Her knowledge makes other go weak in their knees. She goes casual with everyone with a laugh & listen to them with interest. They hold their arms when required as a friend. So she was having large group of friends. She was stronger enough than anyone can guess by noticing her. Siddhant was equally handsome guy with thick black hair & fair skin. He was studious too. Also good at sports & extra curricular activities. But he was reservered in nature who seldom talk with new friends. So he got skeleton number of friends for him. Though physically strong enough his pocessive nature was his weakness Siddhant & Roli started loving each other in those beautiful college days. They loved each other for years & formally entered into the married life after completion of their studies. Siddhant & Roli shared beautiful married life with sweet moments together with loads of love & passion between them. They enjoyed each & every day of their life. They shifted to Simla as Siddhant got job there & settled there peacefully. The complete one year are their beautiful & happiest years of both of their lives. One such day turned against them created unexpected & sudden misunderstanding between them. That dimmed the light of their beautiful life. Yes. Roli went to her parents house as a result of that uncalled misunderstanding leaving Siddhant restless for the past 2 days.

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.)