Title: Tu Na Samjhe Tagline: Koi samjhe na samjhe, par tu meri samjhya kar. The Plot: Eshani Shinde is the ultimate "Angry Bird"-a sharp-witted Maharashtrian perfectionist who lives by her planner and her "don't-mess-with-me" attitude. She's at a royal palace in Rajasthan for one reason: to ensure her best friend Navi's wedding to Vishal Rajput is flawless. Enter Agastya Rajput. He's a whirlwind of Haryanvi swag, expensive cars, and a flirty "Aap" that makes Eshani want to scream. He's loud, he's reckless, and he has made it his life's mission to annoy the living daylights out of her. But while Eshani is busy building walls, Navi and Vishal are busy tearing them down. Under the glitter of the royal wedding, Mission Devrani is in full swing. Everyone seems to see the invisible thread connecting the Rajput Prince and the Shinde Firebrand-except for Eshani herself. It wasn't love at first sight. It was a recognition-as if their souls had met long before their eyes ever did. Now, Agastya just has to make her realize that the "Future" she's looking for is standing right in front of her. STAY TUNE.....

𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐮𝐣𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐧, 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐚, 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐭, 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢.. ✿TU HI MERA✿ When life grows heavier with each passing day, what will they be forced to sacrifice? Love? Friendship? Studies? Or the dreams they once held so tightly? Shivaay Harshwardhan is now in Class 12, carrying the pressure of preparing for the Indian Navy NDA examination while trying not to lose himself in the chaos. Ishani Suryavanshi, a Class 11 science student, is balancing academics alongside her journey as a contestant on a popular Indian musical reality show, chasing a dream far louder than her fears. "Maybe when responsibilities enters there always someone who holds you and make you ease.." -by author. -------------------------------------- " I hope you were with me..." Her eyes were moist with tears. " I will be always with you in your heart.." He said intertwining his hand with her. -------------------------------------- Read 𝐓𝐮 𝐇𝐢 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐚 [The Early Phase](DUET 1) and then dive in.

𝕀'𝕒𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙, 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 मैं तेरा,ओ दोनों धीमे धीमे जले आजा दोनों ऐसे मिले जमी पे लागे, ना तेरे, ना मेरे, पांव रे मनवा लागे ✨ 🎀

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙆𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙈𝙤𝙝𝙚.... 𝘼𝙚𝙨𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙃𝙤𝙜𝙮𝙞... ♡𝙈𝘼𝙄 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙒𝘼𝘼𝙍𝙄♡ ******************** Those eyes. Dark, intense, and impossibly deep, fixed on me in a way that made my breath catch. There was no anger in them, no mockery, just a strange calm that pulled me in without warning. I couldn't explain why my heart started pounding so loudly or why looking away felt impossible. In that moment, it felt like the world had shifted slightly off its axis, leaving me shaken in a way I wasn't ready to understand. ~ Anvi Malhotra✨ ________________________________________________ This peacock feather... it reminds me of Krishna and Radha, the kind of love that people don't just feel, but worship. A love so pure that it became divine. I know nothing in this world can ever match what they shared. Maybe no human love ever can. But what I feel is honest, and it comes from the deepest part of my heart. It may not be perfect, but it is real. So, with your permission, can you please make me yours? Can you please do me the honour of calling me yours?" ~ Avighna Rawal🦚 ________________________________________________ Dive into the story to know more ❤️✨. No cheating. No toxicity. No love triangles. Just a simple school love story filled with love, friendship, laughter, and moments that might bring back memories of your school days. 29/4/26 - [No. 1 on top 10 indian stories] ________________________________________________ © 2025 by PranishaXwriters. All rights reserved.

A collection of poems that had the potential to be loved, yet remained unnoticed. Poets don't just write - they bleed, piece by piece, into the paper. They breathe life into words and call it poetry. Writing is filled with what-ifs, maybes, and endless confusion. Yet a poet continues - to write, to bleed, to stay honest. Poets are known for writing about love, but in truth, they write what they secretly crave - and when asked why, they learn to lie. This book is a place where overthinkers can breathe, where tired minds can rest, and where those carrying too much can finally pause.

A story of pain, purpose, and finding your person - even when you're lost. "How does it feel to be ignored by your own parents?" To stand alone on stage, receiving an award - while your parents don't even glance your way? Meet Ishika Rathore. A girl who craved nothing but love. Who did everything to earn her parents' attention - only to be met with silence. Until one day, a tragedy broke her completely. And the soft-spoken girl turned into someone cold, distant... and unrecognizable. Years later - on the prestigious training ground of LBSNAA - she sat on a bench under a dim light, her eyes swollen, her cheeks streaked with tears, her body trembling. She thought she was invisible again. Then, a boy knelt beside her. Calm. Warm. He gently placed a water bottle in her hand and whispered with a smile - "Take it. Cry your heart out. Then drink it. Because if you get dehydrated, how will we win that gold medal here?" And they both burst into laughter. That moment didn't erase her pain - But it reminded her she wasn't alone. Because this story isn't just about becoming an IAS officer. It's about broken hearts, silent battles, second chances - And two souls learning to heal... together.

─────────────────────── Ahilya Rathore was never the kind of woman the world forgave. A villainess wrapped in silk, smiling like consequences meant nothing to her. She didn't soften edges-she sharpened them. And the world learned not to reach too close. Rithvay didn't need to chase her. He already knew where ruin lived. He married her for one reason only-revenge. Not passion. Not fate. Not curiosity. Just the quiet, patient need to make her stand inside everything she once escaped untouched. He didn't call it love. He didn't call it anything at all. Just something that stayed too long in his mind, and turned into hatred that learned how to breathe. And her name remained at the center of it. No one calls it a beginning. No one calls it an end. Only the slow unfolding of consequences that refuse to stay buried. ~nothing beautiful survives untouched, and nothing ruined stays innocent. ─────────────────────── © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟲 𝗥𝗨𝗜𝗡, 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗯𝘆 𝗬𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗦𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗿𝗮.

In a world that worships perfection, Shreesha Maheshwari, 25, is the name everyone admires. A celebrated celebrity, adored by millions, flawless in the eyes of the world. But behind the spotlight and applause, she is still searching... searching for the truth of who she really is. Somewhere between fame and silence, she questions her own identity and wonders if love-the pure, divine feeling that once inspired gods to walk among humans-still exists in this era. Enter Anant Raghuvanshi, 26. One of India's most talented set designers. Focused, ambitious, and determined to become the number one in the country. For him, love is nothing more than a distraction-something that pulls people away from their goals. His only priority is fulfilling the promise he once made to his uncle. Two lives. Two completely different beliefs about love. She believes love is the most beautiful truth in the world. He believes love is the greatest distraction. But sometimes... the heart falls long before the mind understands it. And sometimes the truth we search for... is standing right in front of us.

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────