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abhishek sharma 

 It was a quiet night, and you were at the climax of your favorite movie. While rewatching, you made the bed to just doze off after the end when you heard a faint noise outside your window.

You were wondering about it when you heard a voice call out your name.

 You sit up, curious, and see Abhishek climbing up a ladder, his face illuminated by the moonlight. He had his boyish charm and grin on his face with red cheeks. He then carefully opened the rest of the window and slipped into your room, his expression a mix of determination and nervousness.

For what? You wondered.

"Abhishek, what are you doing here?" you whispered, surprised but not alarmed.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours. "I couldn't sleep. I've been restless, hiding my feelings from you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You felt your heart skip a beat. "What feelings?" you asked, your curiosity peaked.

Abhishek stepped closer, his gaze intense and sincere. "I love you," he confessed, his voice filled with raw, real emotion. "I've loved you for so long, but I was too scared to tell you. Every time I saw you, I wanted to say something, but I couldn't find the right words. The sight of you twisted my gut and rendered me speechless."

He took your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "Tonight, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to see you, to tell you how I feel. You mean everything to me. Your smile, your laugh, the way you make everything better just by being there – I can't imagine my life without you. I love every inch of you and I keep loving you more with each passing day."

Taking a deep breath, he continued, "I know this might be sudden, and I don't want to overwhelm you, but I had to be honest."

In the quiet of your room, with the moonlight casting a gentle glow, Abhishek's confession was all you needed.

rishabh pant

As you stand in the bustling airport, the weight of your decision to leave everything behind feels both liberating and heavy. The announcement for your flight echoed through the terminals, and you take a deep shaky breathe breath,  trying to be ready to move on. Just then, you heard a familiar voice calling out your name desperately. You turn around to see Rishabh, breathless and wide-eyed, pushing through the crowd like mad.

"Wait, Y/N!" he shouted, his voice cracking with urgency. "Please, don't go. Please stay!"

You paused, your heart pounding erratic. Rishabh reached you, his face flushed and eyes filled with a mix of fear, tears and determination. "I know you're tired, and I know things have been tough and I was not what I should have been to you," he begun, his voice trembling. "But I can't let you leave without telling you the truth. You need to know it irrespective of your decision."

You looked at him, confused and overwhelmed. What does he mean? 

"What truth, Rishabh?"

He took a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly as he reached out to hold yours. "I love you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, but loud enough for you to hear. "I've loved you for so long, but I was too scared to admit it. I thought I could handle losing you, but I can't. Not like this."

Tears swelled up in your eyes as his words sank in. "Rishabh, why now?" you asked, your voice breaking.

Why now?

"Because I realized that life without you isn't life at all," he croaked, his eyes pleading. "I know I should have told you sooner, but please, give me a chance to make things right. Stay with me. Let's face everything together."

The final boarding call for the flight blares through the speakers, but all you can hear is the sound of Rishabh's heartbeat, matching your own. Taking a step closer to him, you made your decision clear.

"Okay," you whispered, "I'll stay."

Rishabh pulled you into a tight embrace, relief and love washing over both of you. In that moment, you knew that no matter how tough things get, you'll face them together, as one.

ishan kishan

As you lay in the hospital bed, your head aching a bit, and your body still sore, you decided to pay attention to the surroundings. The room was softly humming of medical equipment. You were thinking about the incident that led you to the place when the door creaked open, and  Ishan stepped, his eyes filled with dried tears and a mix of relief and worry. He approached your bedside, his usual chill, happy demeanor replaced with a vulnerability you had never seen before.

"Hey," he said softly, taking a seat beside you. "I was so scared when I heard about the accident. I thought I might lose you. I..."

He paused to gulp down the bile in his throat, "I left every damn thing when I- I felt everything go back and-"

You managed a weak smile, trying to ease his worry. "I'm still here, Ishan."

You croaked in a weak voice.

He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to hold yours. "There's something I need to tell you. Something I've been holding back for too long."

You looked into his eyes, sensing the gravity of his words. "What is it?"

"I love you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've loved you for a long time, but I was too afraid to say it. Seeing you like this, realizing how close I came to losing you, made me understand that I can't keep it inside anymore. Just can't. I love you. I LOVE YOU Y/N!"

Tears welled up in your eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming emotion of his confession. "Ishan, I..."

He squeezed your hand gently, his eyes pleading. "You don't have to say anything right now. I just needed you to know. I want to be there for you, to help you recover, and to be by your side, no matter what. Take you out for ice creams and chaat, gift you flowers and treat you like a queen, which you are."

You nodded, feeling a warmth spread through your chest despite the pain. "Thank you, Ishan. Your love means more to me than you can imagine."

In that moment, amidst the beeping machines and sterile hospital walls, you both found a new beginning, a promise of love and support that would help you heal and grow stronger together.

Oh what is love?

devdutt padikkal

 The stadium was buzzing with excitement as Devdutt Padikkal raised his bat, acknowledging the crowd after scoring a magnificent and well deserved century. In seconds, he directed the bat towards you, sitting in the gallery.

You felt so special with the gesture! And couldn't help but shed a tear out of happiness.

 During the post-match presentation, he stood before the microphone, his eyes searching the crowd until they found you. With a heartfelt smile, he says, "This century is for someone very special to me. For someone who stood with me always and pushed me to what I did today."

Later that night, under a blanket of stars, you both alone in a serene, quiet spot. The cool breeze rustled the leaves, and the night sky dotted with countless stars. Devdutt turned to you, his expression serious yet tender as he pushed a lock of your hair behind the ear.

"I've been waiting for this moment," he begun, his voice soft like always but steady. "Tonight, I wanted to do something special, not just for the game, but for you. Every run I scored today, every boundary, was for you."

You froze. What is he implying at?

He was all serious.

He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I've known you for a while now, and in that time, I've come to realize just how much you mean to me. You inspire me, you support me, and you make me want to be a better person. I can't imagine my life without you."

A tear again fell from your eyes as he cupped your cheeks in his palms, softly.

His eyes lock onto yours, filled with sincerity and emotion. "I love you. I've loved you for a long time, and I can't keep it to myself any longer. You are the reason I strive to be my best, both on and off the field. I want to share my life with you, to be there for you, and to make you happier than you make me."

He paused, letting his words sink in. "I know this might be a lot to take in, but I had to tell you. I had to let you know how I feel. Please, give us a chance. PLEASE?"

Under the stars, with the world around you fading away, his confession becoming like the most genuine and heartfelt moment you've ever experienced.

shreyas iyer 

"Shrey? What happened?" You asked, noticing his foul mood.

Despite burning hot in jealousy, he just shrugged and shove off the matter, urging you to continue the chatter with others.

Shreyas Iyer's mood changes whenever he sees you talking with Rishabh Pant. One evening, after a particularly intense match,  and in aftermath party of winning it, where he just bore holes in Rishabh with his glares, Shreyas asked if he could talk to you privately. You both find a quiet spot away from the crowd, the night air filled with the distant sounds of celebration.

Shreyas  had made up his mind. Now or never. 

"I've been wanting to talk to you about something important," he begins. "I've noticed how close you and Rishabh are, and it's been eating me up inside. I couldn't understand why it bothered me so much until I realized the truth."

He pauses, gathering his thoughts.

You raised a brow, not unable to understand the context.

 "I love you. I've been in love with you for a while now, but I was too afraid to admit it, even to myself. Seeing you with Rishabh made me realize how much you mean to me and how much I want to be the one by your side. Nor Rishabh, nor any other."

He stepped closer, so close that his breath was on your face. The proximity making you all jittery. 

"You are the most amazing person I've ever met. Your kindness, your strength, your smile – they light up my world. I can't stand the thought of losing you or not being able to share my life with you. I want you to know how much this relationship means to me. I want to be there for you, to support you, and to make you happy. I know this might be sudden, but I had to tell you. I didn't want to lose even a second."

His eyes searched yours, filled with hope and earnestness. "Will you give me the chance to love you, cherish you like you deserve?."

And you were gone that moment. Literally.

shubman gill

 It's was a cold, chilly evening in Dehradun, and you were in dire need of a sip of hot chocolate on your way home. So here you were, in a small cozy cafe, waiting for your order. The door chimes, announcing someone's arrival. The voice at the counter shocks you. You could never forget it.  Shubman Gill. 

His eyes light up as he spots you, and he makes his way over, a mix of excitement, disbelief and nervousness in his stride.

He felt as if he was dreaming.

"Hey," he says, his voice a bit shaky. "I can't believe it's really you."

You manage a smile. He has grown up in all senses.

You both sit down, and after a few moments of catching up, Shubman takes a deep breath. "I've thought about this moment for years," he begins, catching you off guard. 

"Six years ago, I let you slip away, and it's been my biggest regret. I have missed you everyday. I missed us, our moments and the thought of what we would have been tormented me to no end. I don't want to make the mistake again, of losing you."

He looks into your eyes, in all vulnerability and sincerity. "I've traveled the world, played in countless matches, but nothing compares to the moments I spent with you. The times I have spent with you You were always in the back of my mind, and I realized that no matter where I go or what I achieve, it feels incomplete without you. I-"

his voice faltered that moment, and you could feel bile rise in your throat.

"I have loved you always. I just denied it. How stupid of me! I love you, Y/N. I love you with my whole being and my entire existence!

He pauses, giving you a moment to process his words. "I know this might be sudden, but I had to tell you. I had to let you know how I feel. Please, give us another chance."

His eyes are filled with hope and vulnerability, waiting for your response.

And you knew what you had to answer, and wanted too.

dhruv jurel 

The screech of tires and the blaring of a horn filled the air as you stepped off the curb, unaware of the speeding car hurtling towards you. In a split second, you felt strong arms and a familiar musk scent pull you back, just inches away from disaster. Your heart raced as you realize how close you came to being hit. And what it could have been for you.

"Dhruv!" you gasped, recognizing your savior. He held you tightly, his face pale with fear and concern. Both of you were shaking to the incident.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice trembling. He checked you over, and over, his hands gentle but urgent. "Did you get hurt?"

You shook your head, still in shock. "I'm fine, thanks to you," you managed to say, your voice  still shaky. "You saved my life."

Dhruv took a deep breath, his eyes on to yours, as a tear slipped. "I couldn't let anything happen to you."

You were about to say something to comfort him, but-

He interrupts, his grip on your shoulders tightening slightly. "There's something I need to tell you," he says, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. "I love you. "I

"Dhruv, I- I lo- love you too," you responded tears streaming down your face.

You had loved him since long.

He pulled you into a tight embrace, relief and love washing over both of you. "I'm so glad you're okay," he murmured, holding you close.

The unexpected tumble in path led to something really beautiful!

riyan parag

It was raining cats and dogs. He was all drenched and so were you. He didn't care about the atmosphere as his eyes were fixed upon you. He had this determined look on his face which you couldn't decipher.

Under the relentless downpour and the roaring thunder, Riyan stood, drenched but determined. The storm mirrored the tumultuous emotions within him, each lightning strike illuminating his resolve.

His heart pounded in his chest, each beat in sync the thunderclaps above. Sucking a long, a deep breath, with the cold air filling his lungs, he stepped forward, towards you. His eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and hope, and so many emotions you couldn't decipher. 

The rain was blurring his vision, yet he was determined today.

"Listen to me," Riyan's voice cut through the storm, strong and unwavering. "I need you to know this. Something I've kept inside for far too long." He paused, the words catching in his throat. The rain seemed to intensify, as if urging him to continue, thus creating a dramatic effect.

"I love you," he confessed, his voice breaking slightly, which you didn't notice, as you were completely captured what his lips had offered. "I've loved you for as long as I can remember. And I can't keep it to myself any longer. I love you, Y/N. I LOVE YOU!"

As he waited for you to respond, you could clearly see through him. He was shaking with fear. Of rejection. Of being broken.

His facial expression soon changed into that of relief and joy, slowly, as he could see a small smile curl up onto your lips.

"Took you long enough, but anyways. I love you too. I love you."

It was all that you two needed that day. Poured hearts, accompanied by pouring rains, creating a new fairytale for the both of you.

tilak verma

The Mumbai Indians team had gathered for a fun evening, playing a lively game of truth or dare.

They had qualified for play offs with a match remaining so took their much needed rest and chill. Laughter filled the room as players take turns, each challenge more daring than the last. When it was Tilak, your boyfriend's turn, he chose dare,  and the room buzzed with hoots anticipation.

Ishan, always the prankster and enthusiastic guy, grinned mischievously and said, "Tilak, I dare you to confess your biggest secret in front of everyone."

You were intrigued. What could be the biggest secret?

Tilak's face turned serious, after a long thought. He stood up, his eyes scanning the room until they find you, sitting a bit far with the other WAGs. With a determined look, he walked over and dropped to one knee, causing a hush to fall over the room.

And you were a gone case.

"Everyone, there's something I've been wanting to say for a long time. And I can't think of a better moment than now, surrounded by my teammates and friends."

You felt your heart race like Max Verstappen's car as he looked up at you, his eyes filled with sincerity.. " I LOVE YOU, Y/N! I've loved you for a while now, and I can't imagine my life without you. Am the moth to your flame."

The room erupted in cheers and applause, but all you could focus on is Tilak, kneeling before you with his heart on his mouth.

"Tilak, I..." you started, your voice choked with emotion. "I love you too."

A huge smile spread across his face as he stood up and pulls you into a tight embrace. The team surrounded you both, clapping and cheering, celebrating this beautiful moment.

"Kisses on private!" Someone yells, most probably Dewald, making you both blush.

washington sundar

The aroma of your favorite dish filled the kitchen as Washington hummed softly, focused on preparing the meal while dancing to the tune of the speakers. The table was set beautifully, with a vase of red roses at the center, their fragrance mingling with the aroma from the stove. You walked in, surprised and touched by the effort he's put into making this evening special for no reason.

"What's all this?" you asked, smiling as you take in the scene, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

Washington turned to you, a warm smile spreading across his face. "I wanted to do something special for you," he said, his eyes twinkling. "You've been working so hard, and I thought you deserved a treat."

You sat down at the table, admiring the roses. "These are beautiful," you grinned, touching the soft petals.

He joined you at the table, placing a plate of your favorite food in front of you. "I have something to tell you," he said, his voice suddenly serious.

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked into his eyes, sensing the gravity of the moment. "What is it, Washi?"

"I love you," he confessed, his voice filled with all kinds of emotion, his eyes watery in the process.

You smiled through your tears, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I love you too, Washington," you whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly.

The  small kiss soon turned into a deep meaningful one.

As you both sat there, enjoying the meal and each other's company, you knew that the moment was going to be a tale to be told. The love and effort he put into the evening made it unforgettable, and you felt grateful to have him in your life.

nehal wadhera

As you and Nehal tried to sneak out for some private time together, you suddenly heard a familiar voice. The voice you both dread. It was your brother, Ishan Kishan, catching you both in the act. His eyes widened in surprise, and you felt the tension in the air.

"What are you both doing and where are you going?" he asked, with a raised brow.

Nehal, sensing the need to address the situation, stepped forward with a determined look. "Ishan, I need to talk to you," he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "I know this might come as a shock, but I want to be honest with you. I love your sister. This isn't just a fling or something casual for me. It's serious. I love her."

"I love you too." You whispered back, after composing yourself.

Ishan's expression softened slightly, but he remained guarded. 

This is about his little one, his soul.

"Nehal, you know how protective I am of her. How can I be sure you're not just saying this?" he asked back, his tone a bit higher.

Nehal took a deep breath, looking directly into Ishan's eyes. "I understand your concerns, and I respect them. But I want you to know that I've thought long and hard about this. Your sister means the world to me, and I'm committed to making this relationship work. I hope you can see that I'm sincere. I want to treat her like she deserves. I want to be the Prince Charming she had desired in her life."

You stood there, heart pounding, as Nehal continued, "I want to be with her, not just now, but in the future too. I hope you can give us your consent, or at least understand that my feelings are genuine and will always be."

Ishan looked at you, then back at Nehal. After a moment of silence, he nodded slowly. "Alright, Nehal. I'll give you a chance. But remember, I'm watching you. And I'll not step back from a few punches in your direction when needed!"

Brothers!

You scoffed internally, hiding the smile.

Relief washed over you as Nehal smiled, taking your hand in his. "Thank you, Ishan. I promise I won't let you or her down."

With that, the three of you headed back inside, the air a little lighter, and the future a little brighter.

yashasvi jaiswal

The setting sun casted a warm, golden glow over the tranquil beach. The waves gently lapped at the shore, creating a soothing soundtrack to the perfect evening. You and Yashasvi walked hand in hand, the sand warm beneath your feet. The day had been perfect, filled with laughter, shared stories, food, silliness and the simple joy of each other's company.

As you found a quiet spot to sit, Yashasvi seemed unusually quiet, his eyes reflecting the colors of the sunset. He exhaled a deep breath, turning to face you. "There's something I need to tell you," he said in a tone you've never heard before.

You looked at him, with curiosity. "What is it, Yash?"

 "I've been thinking about this for a long time," he started, his gaze never leaving yours. "Being with you today, here on this beautiful beach, has made me realize something important."

Your heart started to race, anticipation building.

Now? Is he- 

"What is it?" you managed to ask.

"I love you," he confessed. "I've loved you for a while now, but I was too afraid to say it. I didn't want to risk our friendship or make things awkward. But today, I can't keep it to myself any longer. A special day to confess is what I needed."

Tears sweledl up in your eyes. "Yashasvi, I..."

He gently squeezed your hands, his expression hopeful. "You don't have to say anything right now. I just needed you to know. You mean the world to me, and I can't imagine my life without you."

You smiled through your tears, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I love you too, Yashasvi," you whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you both sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, knowing that the moment marked the beginning of something beautiful and long.

AM SO SINGLE.