Devotion Stories

"Kuch log takraate nahi... taqdeer se milte hain." She was fire in chaos - a tornado in a ponytail with dreams louder than her voice. He was royalty wrapped in softness - the kind of boy who could make silence feel like poetry. When Tara Kashyap steps into the grand corridors of Udaipur's Vedanta Royal Academy School, she doesn't know her world is about to collide - literally - with Ayaan Singh Rathore, the school's most admired prefect with a last name that echoes legacy. A story of friendships, longing, royal bonds, slow-burn love, and the ache of unspoken emotions. Because some stories don't need a grand beginning - just one moment of ibaadat to last forever. --- > "He was everything royal. She was everything real. Together? Ibaadat."

She only needed a place to stay. Six boys. One house. One simple agreement. They're disciplined. Intelligent. Controlled. The kind of men who don't raise their voices - because they don't need to. At first, their attention feels like coincidence.
Then it feels like concern.
Then it feels like something else. They remember her schedule better than she does.
They anticipate her needs before she speaks.
They close ranks without discussing it. No one tells her she can't leave. They just make sure there's nowhere better to go. She studies how influence works - how small choices can shape behavior without anyone noticing. What she doesn't realise is that she's living inside a system designed around her. Six different personalities.
Six different obsessions.
Six ways to protect her.
Six ways to keep her. And the most dangerous part? They don't fight over her. They align. Because when control is wrapped in kindness,
when protection starts to feel like possession,
when the doors lock softly instead of slamming shut- you don't realize you're trapped until you try to walk away. And by then... it's already too late.

Mahira Sharma - A whirlwind of energy and chaos, Mahira is talkative, dramatic, and clumsy, often getting herself into funny situations. She's ordinary in background but extraordinary in personality - a hopeless romantic who dreams about love but has zero experience. She's passionate about photography, capturing moments in her own vibrant way. Mahira has been admiring Shaurya, her brother's Advik best friend, for a long time, but she isn't sure if it's love yet - so she calls it "admiration." Around him, she oscillates between mischief and genuine affection, often getting flustered just by his presence. Shaurya Malhotra- Calm, introverted, and sharp-minded, Shaurya is Advik bestfriend since childhood and Mahira quiet protector. He observes more than he speaks and keeps to himself, maintaining emotional boundaries because he doesn't want to cross lines with his best friend's sister. He cares about Mahira, but in a careful, measured way. Shaurya loves reading, finding solace and focus in books - a calm contrast to Mahira's lively energy.

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. ________________________________________________ © 2025 by PranishaXwriters. All rights reserved.

🌺 VAIDEHI DIXIT ~ Vaidehi a 17 years old girl the middle child of sunaina and devendra dixit She has just completed her 10th board exams, scoring an impressive 95%, though math has always been her biggest fear. Still, despite that, she remains the class topper Vaidehi is a grounded girl an ambivert she is 5'4 with fair complexion She's quiet and reserved around people who don't match her vibe, but completely open, talkative, and full of life with the ones close to her heart.sometimes she is very jhalli but sometimes very mature Kind at heart and deeply emotional, but she is very delusional a bollywood girly and always in her fictional world She has an endless love for dance and music, which are her safe spaces A bibliophile, she finds herself lost between the pages of books, dreaming of worlds that feel more real than her own. 🌺ACHYUTAM TRIPATHI - Achyutam a 18 years old boy known lovingly as Achyut, is the eldest son of Hriday and Radhika Tripathi. Calm, mature, and soft-spoken, he is the kind of boy who wins hearts with his gentle nature and respectful attitude. He stands tall at 6'2 , has a fair complexion, lotus-shaped eyes, and a peaceful smile that reflects his pure soul. His presence brings warmth and calmness to the Tripathi house. Achyut studies in Class 12th and is one of the brightest students in his school. He is a math lover - solving tough problems is like fun for him. He believes that maths teaches patience and clarity Apart from studies, Achyut has a deep love for music and singing. His voice is melodious and full of emotion; His biggest dream is to become an IPS officer. He wants to serve the country and make his parents proud through honesty, discipline, and hard work.

"Do you remember how you ruined me?" he asked, his voice calm... even as his sword remained buried in her chest. She couldn't speak. Because this wasn't just pain... it was betrayal carved into reality. She was a screenwriter once-someone who built kingdoms from imagination, gave life to kings with words, and wrote destinies that never existed... until one of them did. Now she is trapped inside her own creation. A historical empire where every palace hides secrets, every smile hides war. And the warrior prince who was never meant to exist beyond her pages... never meant to feel... never meant to remember her at all. But he does. And now, with his sword in her heart and his eyes full of everything she cannot understand, she realizes- she didn't write this story. It wrote her. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

In the end, it was never who won..... It was about who fell first".... At 16 the hostel wasn't just a place to study it was a battle field of egos, secrets and unspoken wars. "Vanya Rathore "perfect composed and impossible to break. Ved Rathore cold unreadable and dangerously calm. They don't just dislike each other they clash they provoke,they burn ❤️‍🔥.... Every argument feels like a war every glance carries something darker than hate. but beneath the rivalry ....there are silence that speak too much..... moments that linger too long... and connection neither of them is ready to accept.. Around them friendship are built secrets Unravel and heart slowly fall apart because in a place full of chaos the most dangerous thing isn't hatred it's the feeling that starts growing in its place. And sometimes the person you try to destroy .... become the one you can't live without.. from 16 to forever ♾️ some love stories are written in fire....not fate ....

​"Kehte hain: Khuda ne iss jahaan mein sabhi ke liye Kisi na kisi ko hai banaya har kisi ke liye." (They say: God has created someone for everyone in this world. And no matter what happens, that person will always find their way back.) ♡Tere Ishq Mein♡ [ SOON TO RELEASE...THE. NOVEL IS BEING WRITTEN RIGHT NOW 🎀💕💓💖 PLEASE SUPPORT US 💓💕💖] THERE IS NO TOXICITY,CHEATING IN THIS NOVEL 💗💖🎀 2 female leads and 2 male leads, MULTICOUPLE BOOK 🎀💖💗 : JANAKI PARVATI MEGHAVANSHI × RAGHUVIR RAGHUVANSHI ... ANANYA ARORA × SIDDHARTH OBEROI ✨️ JANAKI × RAGHUVIR: He was falling in love for the first time and she was falling for her 1st love 💗✨️ ​To him, she is a captivating mystery-a stranger who walked into his life and somehow made the world make sense. She was his universe ✨️ and He was hers 💗💕,her smile was his happiness 🎀💖and His happiness was her smile 💗💕.Every shared glance and late-night conversation feels like a brand-new discovery, a perfect beginning written in the stars. They marvel at how their hands fits so perfectly in each other's, convinced both finally found the one person their future was missing. ✨️🎀💖 ​But "IT.WAS.NEVER.THE. FIRST.TIME..." INSTEAD.... IT WAS THE SAME THING WITH 2 DIFFERENT BEGININGS.... 🌌🌠🕒 What is the truth behind her "new" beginning? Some secrets are meant to be kept-until Fate & Destiny finally aligns. ANANYA × SIDDHARTH: Ananya and Siddharth, they fall in love as strangers 💕💗 drawn togather by a sense of connection and comfort that neither of them could explain...💖 He finds himself instinctively protecting her and she finds herself surprisingly finishing his sentences...✨️💕🎀 Their bond had a terrifying sense of déjà vu..... It wasn't just them falling in love with each other but it was two people meant for each other, finding th

A story born from devotion, trust, patience, and love-whispered into existence by fate. In a world where hearts grow tired, voices go unheard, and souls begin to break... fate quietly steps in. Two lives, lost in their own pain, are drawn together not by choice-but by destiny. What begins as silence slowly turns into understanding, healing, and something far deeper than they ever expected. Because when hope feels like it's slipping away, fate and God take the lead... rewriting everything into something beautiful. But not every story written by fate is easy-some are meant to test, to break, and to rebuild. Will fate heal them... or tear them apart completely?

Inside, the curtains breathed. Though the windows were sealed. The air bent strangely, shadows pooling in corners too thick to be natural. And then- "I told you," a voice murmured. Low. Close. Intimate in a way that made her chest tighten. "I'd come back." Noelani didn't turn. Didn't gasp. Because fear had no place here. Only recognition. "You died," she said softly. The shadows shifted. Drew closer. "That's what they called it." Something moved behind her. Not footsteps. Not quite presence. But arrival. She felt it before anything else- that same invisible thread, now pulled taut, humming beneath her skin. The temperature dropped. The mist thickened. And suddenly, it wasn't around her anymore- It was on her. Wrapping. Pressing. Familiar. Like arms without form. Noelani's breath faltered, her fingers curling into empty space that didn't feel empty at all. "This isn't real," she whispered. But her voice lacked conviction. Because she could feel him. Not as flesh. Not as something living. But as something that refused to stop. "You knew I wouldn't stay gone," he murmured. His voice wasn't sound anymore. It was sensation. A presence that moved through her rather than around her. "You felt it when they buried me." Her eyes closed slowly. Yes. She had. From the very first shovelful of earth. From the moment the ground tried-and failed-to take him. "Even death..." she began. The room darkened further. The shadows stretching, deepening, swallowing the edges of everything. "Can't do us apart," he finished. The words settled into her like something final. Something absolute.

The words which can't define love between them , the word love itself isn't enough to prove love between them... Every heart runs blood through body to keep us alive but there are few hearts which can't remain alive not because even their blood is not running through body but sometimes because those veins is filled with longing for and from their love and those relation of death and heart can't be described by anyone , only those can express it who's heart had thumped blood once more to live for each other even when the will to live had died already. The story of Prerna~ ♡ = Vivaan~ ♡ The utterly devotion for each other, where they lived for each other, they choose each other and died for each other like a thread of promise 🤌🏻❤️‍🩹. That thread of promise broke not because they failed to maintain it but some things are written already in book of universe which can't be changed. But they broke it , they broke the rule , and they proved the love , no actually, devotion and longing for each other . And this their love

ISHQ : Where love becomes devotion "Love can make you divine in someone's eyes, or reduce you to a flame that lives only for them." ~~~~ "This is a story of love, of waiting, and of quiet devotion. A journey that begins with finding love... and follows everything it must ensure to survive. Some find the love they prayed for, and some are left with nothing but the act of loving. But beneath it all, this isn't just a love story- it's about parents who fight, hurt, and still stay, not out of love, but out of habit and exhaustion, and the children who grow up carrying the weight of nights they were too young to understand. And somewhere between love and loss, this story searches for something deeper- faith, healing, and a way back to God."

She laughs like nothing has ever hurt her. He sees the flicker she hides. Ira Parekh arrives in Mumbai ready for a new beginning - unaware that someone has been carrying the memory of her voice for an entire year. Kabir Patel never believed in fate. Until the girl he once searched for without a name walks back into his life... smiling. He fell first. She never knew. But some stories don't begin when two people meet. They begin when one of them remembers. And in a city of chaos and dreams, love finds its way - slowly, gently, magically - and become Sukoon of each other.

"Back To My Knees" is a spiritual memoir set in Rwanda. From dusty roads to locked gates, from strangers in scarves to thirty minutes of prayer, each chapter reveals a journey of faith, struggle and grace. Follow Mupenzi as he learns that even in weakness, God's love never fails. This is a story of redemption, companionship, and the power of prayer.

Bound by a promise made in childhood, Stephy carried the memory of Micheal even when he forgot who she was. Years passed, paths crossed, and even when he loved someone else, fate never strayed. Through separation, changes, and time apart, their story slowly unfolded-proving that no matter what happened, their hearts were always meant to find each other.

Klare Arvin, a teenage girl, joined the school's camp adventure. The camping was quite fun, though at one point her friends invited her to their group for forest exploration. As they were walking, they stumbled upon an old cabin. Immediately, she felt something was wrong, but her friends convinced her to check inside. And she really regretted it... Inside was ritualistic stuff and sigils, and then she felt a presence that made her call up to her friends to report back in camp. As they were walking back to the camp, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Since then, she knew that wherever she goes, that presence will follow her... Rankings: 1st #visit mar 28 2026 3rd #woods mar 07 2026 1st #cabin mar 19 2026 4th #cabin mar 20 2026 5th #cabin mar 07 2026 8th #darkforest 07 2026

𓂃 ࣪˖ .°･: *✧･ﾟ:* 🌷 *:･ﾟ✧*:･°. ˖ ࣪𓂃 हलचल हुई, ज़रा शोर हुआ। दिल चोर हुआ, तेरी और हुआ।। ऐसे चले जब हवा ° ˖ ࣪𓂃 इश्क़ हुआ ही हुआ ° ˖ ࣪𓂃 " Loving him isn't a choice anymore, it's the only language my soul remember... " " If surrender feels like peace in her presence, then may be losing my self was never a loss. " If devotion had a face may be it chanted thier name in whisper, they fall in love with eachother in that innocent age but vow to be eachother forever till eternity. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── किसी ने न किया है जैसा इश्क़ तेरा मेरा, मैं दौड़ता आता हु कोई नाम ले जो तेरा। किसी ने न किया है जैसा इश्क़ तेरा मेरा, मेरे गमों का रात का तू है उजला सितारा ।। " Aaj bhi agar krishn ki bnasuri hota toh uski swar mein sirf Radha ki hi naam gunjta... Ek aisi hi prem ki chahat thi humein... " " I know tumhari krishn jaisa prem toh main nahin kar sakta shayad par anant kal tak main tumhari hi rahunga, Meri chahat bas yahi hai ki mujhe log tumhare naam se jane jaise log radha bolte hai Krishna ke pehle hum unke jaise nahin hai par fir bhi .... " In his eyes, there was something sacred about her- something so pure, it made her believe that maybe, just maybe... love like theirs still exists in this world. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 🌷 ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

FEMALE were fire-untamed, unapologetic, and impossible to bow. While MENS were ruthless-powerful men who never bent, never begged, never lost. When paths crossed, it wasn't love... it was war. Clashes turned into chaos, arguments into storms, and every meeting into a battlefield of egos and fire. She never kneeled. They never softened. Words? They never needed them. Because some feelings were too raw, too intense to be spoken. In the middle of fights, hidden beneath taunts and tantrums... was something neither of them dared to name. Care. Loyalty. A silent promise to stand by each other-no matter the cost. They didn't start as soulmates. They couldn't even stand the sight of each other. But sometimes... zidd turns into ishq, and ishq rewrites kismat. And what begins as hatred... becomes a fire no one can extinguish.

"𝑇𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑖 𝑘𝑦𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡𝑛𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑦𝑎𝑎𝑟 𝑘𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑗ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑖 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑏ℎ𝑖 𝑖𝑞𝑟𝑎𝑎𝑟 𝑘𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑃𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑙 𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑚 𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑡𝑖 ℎ𝑜" ISHQ HAI ********************************************************* " Sometimes we don't need advice. We just need someone to sit with us in the silence " Vrindika Mahajan a 11th class student who had always kept to herself. Quiet, sharp, and focused, she excelled in her studies and carried her thoughts like a secret companion. Living only with her grandfather-the only person who truly loved her-she had learned to smile, laugh, and blend in at school without ever letting anyone close enough to see the real her. Shashank Malhotra was everything she was not. Outgoing, mischievous, and fearless, he was always on the move-teasing friends, getting into trouble, and somehow making even ordinary days feel alive. Sleepy at times, bold at others, he never cared much for studies but had a presence that made people notice him, whether he wanted to or not. A WOMEN WHO IS NOT INTERESTED TO FALL IN LOVE IN THIS GENERATION - VRINDHIKA A MAN WHO MAKES ALL HIS EFFORTS TO MAKE HER FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM - SHASHANK " "I don't know what love is for people... all I want is to worship her, to kiss the ground she walks on, to be devoted to her." - SHASHANK

Some prayers take years to be answered. Some people take lifetimes to find each other. And some loves are so inevitable, even Mahadev couldn't keep them apart. _________________ RUDRANSH MALHOTRA 29,CEO. Empire builder. The kind of man entire boardrooms go quiet for. Delhi's most powerful families know his name. Delhi's most dangerous people know it better. He believes in three things. His work. His God. And her. He has never told her that last part. Not yet. _________________ PAARVI SETIA 26,Founder of AADI, India's most celebrated luxury fashion label. Self made, fiercely independent, answers to no one. She built everything she has from nothing and she will burn it down before she lets anyone take it from her. She is engaged to someone safe. She tells herself safe is enough. She almost believes it. _________________ He didn't fall in love with her. He built a religion around her. There's a difference. One you recover from. One you don't. Rudransh Malhotra is not recovering. He watched her from the dark. Kept things she didn't know she'd left behind. Made decisions she didn't know were being made. Removed obstacles she didn't know existed. He never asked for her permission. He never thought he needed it. And the most terrifying part? He was right. Paarvi Setia built an empire from nothing. Survived everything the world threw at her. Answered to no one. She just didn't know someone had been watching her do it. Admiring every single piece of it. From seven years away. ____________ This is not a love story. This is what happens when devotion outgrows its own name. When worship becomes something darker. Something that doesn't have clean edges. Something you can't quite call wrong. No matter how hard you try. ⚠️ Dark romance. Morally grey obsessive hero. Mature content. He is not safe. She is not soft. You have been warned.