Endearing love

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 , 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕 , 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 "Excuse me! Is this the way to talk to someone? Don’t you have any manners?" He yelled at her, his voice heavy with frustration and disappointment. "Excuse me, Mr. Aap hote kaun hain mujhe manners ka gyaan dene waale? And by the way, you’re also at fault here. So don’t try to act oversmart with me," she shot back firmly and walked away, muttering under her breath…. “Aaye bade mujhe fazool ka gyaan dene waale Gyaani Baba!” **************************************** "Hey Bhagwan! Aaj toh sach mein pata chal gaya ki duniya gol hai!" She exclaimed.. "Yeh kaha se hamaare training commander nikle? Ab kya hoga agar unhe kuch yaad aa gaya toh...? Tu toh gayi, Shivi beta!" **************************************** Lost in thought, she kept glaring at him, silently fuming. "Papa ko bhi poori duniya mein yahi namuna mila tha shaadi ke rishte ke liye?" She muttered in her head. "Na Baba Na! Yeh anarth nahi hone doongi main! Chahe sir kalam kyu na ho jaye mera... Meri kurbaani yaad rakhi jaayegi itihaas ke panno mein!" And then chuckled to herself "Heh... heh... heh..." But no one knows what's written in destiny... Except your Ikaa, of course 💁‍♀️ (And if you want to know too , then what are you waiting for? Continue reading the story!) ©️All rights reserved Ikaa_writes

Between Lattes and Laaltains

She likes cappuccinos. He likes chai in steel tumblers. She knows hospital corridors. He knows mountain trails. Adrija Pandey has spent her whole life in Dehradun — surrounded by city chaos and the comfort of knowing every street by heart. She’s a doctor, certain her love story will be nothing like the small-town romances her mother keeps hinting at. Agastya Joshi is an Indian Army officer from the quiet hills of Almora — the kind of man who can fix a roof in the rain, find the sweetest kaafal on the slopes, and loves to sleep under a sky full of stars. He’s as theth pahadi as they come… and the last person Adrija expects to be paired with for an arranged marriage. But when two worlds — lattes and laaltains , collide and sparks fly in the most unexpected ways. Between misunderstandings, stolen glances, family drama, and the unmistakable charm of the mountains, Adrija begins to wonder… Maybe love isn’t about where you’re from. Maybe it’s about where you’re meant to belong. Now, between lattes and laaltains, Adrija must figure out if opposites just clash… or if they fall in love. "You belong in the city, Adrija." "Then why do the mountains feel like home… when you’re there?" "So… where do we fit? In your city cafes or my mountain nights?" "Somewhere in between, Agastya… between lattes and laaltains."

Between Banters and Butterflies

Their first instinct is to argue. Their second instinct is... also to argue. He argues for fun. She argues to win. Raghav Joshi, has spent years living a life everyone applauds. A brilliant Master's student with a future anyone would envy-except it was never the future he wanted. Behind every smile is a boy who'd rather tell stories through a camera than chase someone else's definition of success. Akshita Pandey knows that feeling all too well. Growing up in the shadow of expectations and comparisons, she's mastered the art of pretending she's okay...even when she's forgotten what her own dreams look like. Then they meet. What begins with endless banters, shameless flirting, accidental encounters, and relentless teasing slowly turns into something neither of them sees coming. Because sometimes, the person who changes your life isn't the one who tells you who to become...they're the one who reminds you who you were before the world told you otherwise. Now, somewhere between their banters and butterflies, Raghav and Akshita must decide.... Will they keep living the lives written for them? Or finally find the courage to write one of their own? "You're the human version of a headache." "Aww... and yet I'm clearly on your mind 24/7. That's adorable, baby." "So... what are we?" "Somewhere in between, Akshita... Between Banters and Butterflies."

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 : 𝐴 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑠

𝑲𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒋𝒐𝒉 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒎 𝑲𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒋𝒐𝒉 𝒂𝒂𝒌𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒎 𝑲𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒋𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒉 𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆-𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒖𝒎 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝... 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝. "They don't trust easily," she murmured, watching them. He glanced at her, his voice barely above a whisper. "Neither do I." It lasted only a moment, but it remained as a quiet exchange between two strangers who understood silence better than words. She didn't know it then, but that was the first time she truly saw a glimpse of him. Rithvik Mehta was once a brilliant veterinary doctor until one irreversible mistake shattered everything he believed about himself. Unable to forgive the past, he left behind the profession he loved and built a life where keeping his distance felt safer than caring again. Sanvi Verma has mastered the art of hiding pain behind gentle smiles. The only soul she lets close is Aarav—the dog she refuses to leave behind, the last living piece of her love. Like her, he has also forgotten what it feels like to trust. When fate brings them together at an old animal shelter, love is not even the last thing on either of their minds. But sometimes, the loudest stories begin with nothing more than...silent echoes.

Mischievous love

#2 ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 𝑲𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒌𝒐 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒉𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 ? 𝑰𝒕𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒅𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 , 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒚𝒊-𝒏𝒂𝒚𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒊 𝒆𝒌 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊..... He is smart. She is intelligent. He loves to scare people. She is the boldest. He tries to insult her. She knows how to talk back. "Ab yeh kaun si nayi drama queen hai?" "The girl you just spilled coffee all over."He blinked, finally noticing the giant coffee stain on her white kurti. Oops. He bit back a laugh. "Arre yaar, it's just coffee. Relax. I'm sure you've got a washing machine at home. "Haan, aur mere paas tumhe tapakane se rokne ka patience bhi hai. She said . "Careful, fresher. Tumhe shayad pata nahi main kaun hoon."He Warned her. She crossed her arms, her lips curling into a smirk. "Move." "Excuse me? Did you just-" "I said, move." "Oh, I'm sorry, your highness, but last I checked, yeh footpath tumhare naam pe nahi hai." "Footpath? Yeh mera shortcut hai. And you're standing right in the way." "Shortcut? Tumhare ego ka bhi shortcut hai kya, jo har baat pe itna inflated hai?" "Wow, full attitude, huh? Freshers aaj kal kaafi daring ho gaye hain." "Attitude nahi, confidence. Tumhare jaise logon ko samajh aane mein thoda waqt lagta hai." "Haan? Aur tumhe samajhne mein kitna time lagega ki main yahan ka-" "King? Oh please, get in line. Tumhare jaise 'kings' ko main roz handle karti hoon." "Handle? Tum mereko handle karogi?" "Haan, ek baar tu hatega, toh dekh lena kaise karte hain. But for now, you're blocking my way." "You really think you can just-" "I don't think. I know. Ab side ho, ya tumhari ego ke saath main tumhe bhi utha ke hata doon?" ".......Are you serious?" "Dead serious " "Tumhari akal agar thikane nhi lagayi na toh mera naam bhi................nhi 🔥

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