"Odh ke dhaani....preet ki chaadar, aaya tere sheher mai....raanjha tera" "Ho....sheesh mehel na, mujhko suhaaye, tujh sang sukhi....roti bhaaye..." Akshara Deshpande had a plan. 1.Study hard 2.Stay out of trouble 3.Survive college Then she met Siddarth Oberoi. The college owner's son. Campus menace. Every teacher's headache and every student's worst nightmare. Akshara can't stand him. He is entitled, rich, popular, arrogant. Everything she seems to hate. Siddarth can't stop noticing her. Her, the only girl who dares speak up to his face. What starts as constant arguments turns into something neither of them expected, especially when a cheating scandal, anonymous threats, and dangerous secrets begin surfacing within the college walls. Now they're stuck between solving a mystery, surviving each other, and pretending their hearts aren't getting involved. Now, you'd think it'd be easy.... But that'd only be possible if Siddarth Oberoi stopped looking at her like she's something worth protecting. ~Sometimes, the people we claim to hate the hardest are the ones most difficult to let go of. #1 in oppositesattract (20.04.26)

| a second chance romance | •oneshot•

Nobody talks about the way love actually begins. Not the dramatic kind. The quiet kind. They were just six teenagers trying to survive school, board exams, embarrassing crushes, and each other. Somewhere between shared tiffins, endless laughter, late-night calls, and promises they swore they'd keep forever, they found something they never expected. Friendship & Love. And a version of themselves they'd never get back. A story they'll spend the rest of their lives trying to forget or remember. Iktara - before they knew what love was, they were already living it.✨❤️

𝗗𝘂𝗲𝘁 𝟭 𝗼𝗳 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦⋆˚꩜｡ "𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬?" ʏᴜᴡᴀᴋꜱʜɪ (19) -ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴜᴄʜ?? ʏᴜɢ (20) -ᴇxᴄʟᴜꜱɪᴠᴇʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴜᴡɪ -- Tropes ☆Rivals to Lovers ☆Past Trauma ☆Forced Proximity ☆Mutual Friendship ☆Past Misunderstanding

| 𝗔𝗮𝘆𝗿𝗮 𝘅 𝗠𝗮𝘅 | "𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀"

At Nalanda University, love doesn't start with eye contact. It starts with a username. No names. No faces. Just late-night conversations typed under fake identities, where people say things they'd never dare to say out loud. There's an account everyone follows. @CampusConfessions_404 It posts secrets. Crushes. Regrets. Bad decisions. Worse decisions. Sometimes it creates love stories. Most of the time, it ruins them. And somehow, no one ever learns. Ananya Mehta has everything under control. Grades, schedules, future plans. Love is the only thing that keeps glitching. Every date ends badly. Every almost-relationship crashes before it begins. And there's always one common factor. Kabir Arora. The guy who shows up at the worst possible time, says the wrong thing, and walks away like he didn't just ruin everything. Meanwhile, somewhere between 2 a.m. and bad life choices, Ananya logs into her anonymous account and vents to someone she's never met. Someone who understands her. Someone who replies. Someone who knows exactly what to say. Kabir Arora has no interest in love. But he does have a habit of replying to strangers online. Especially one girl who rants about her disastrous love life and a very specific "idiot" who keeps showing up in it. He finds her annoying. He also replies every single time. Across campus, Rhea Kapoor and Arjun Malhotra are busy playing cupid. Secretly running the confession page. Pairing people up. Breaking people apart. Calling it "romantic intervention." It's not. It's chaos. And then there's Mira Desai, whose love life is a series of unfortunate events. And Ishaan Khanna, who somehow keeps being present for every single one of them. Not on purpose. Just... consistently. Six people. Three love stories. One campus where everyone is connected in ways they don't understand yet. And one very simple problem: They're all talking to each other. They just don't know it. Yet.

ᴀᴅʜᴠɪᴋ x ᴘʀɪꜱʜᴀ ─────── ♡ ─────── -𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

𐙚 ˚⊹ 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒑 ⊹˚𐙚 ༄ 𝐀 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 × 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 ༄ ────────୨ৎ──────── Tamira Basu has always trusted facts over feelings. Quiet, observant, and dangerously sharp, she notices the things everyone misses, trembling hands, delayed replies, lies hidden behind perfect smiles. Then a student from her college is found dead. Murder changes everything. And the evidence points toward one person everyone fears. ꩜ Pradyut Sen. Calm. Unreadable. Infuriatingly composed. Pradyut is the kind of person who never explains himself, never panics, and somehow always seems two steps ahead. The rumors around him are endless. Dangerous. Manipulative. Untouchable. And now... a suspect. Forced into a deadly investigation, Tamira finds herself stuck with the one person she swore never to trust. The worst part? The more she investigates him... the less certain she becomes. Because Pradyut Sen is hiding something. But it may not be murder. As bodies pile up and secrets begin unraveling, the line between ally and enemy starts to blur. In a game where trusting the wrong person could get you killed, one question remains... ✦ What if the person you fear most is the only one trying to save you? > "I don't trust you." "Good," he said quietly. "Trust gets people killed." 𐙚 Enemies. Suspects. Partners. ⚠︎ Trust carefully. Suspect everyone. Stay until the sirens stop. 𐙚 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒚𝒖𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒏 × 𝑻𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒖 𐙚