tum preparatoria

Makoto Tanaka no esperaba mucho de su primer año en la preparatoria. Pero pronto descubrirá que la escuela no solo es un lugar para estudiar, sino un escenario donde el pasado, los vínculos y los errores cobran vida. Entre amistades tensas, conflictos internos y verdades incómodas, deberá decidir en quién puede confiar... y en qué clase de persona quiere convertirse.

Wo usse har roz dekhta tha… Wo usse har roz mehsoos karti thi… Tamanna aur Manav — do log, ek hi kahani… Dono ke dil me ek hi ehsaas, par dono ke honton par khamoshi. College ke un chhote chhote palon me, unki dosti kab pyaar me badal gayi… ye na Tamanna samajh paayi, na Manav. Wo ek dusre ke sabse kareeb the… Par phir bhi sabse door. Kuch baatein kehne ke liye hoti hain… Aur kuch baatein sirf mehsoos karne ke liye. Par jab waqt haath se nikal jaye… Toh kya sirf khamoshi hi baaki reh jaati hai? Kya Tamanna aur Manav kabhi apne dil ki baat keh paayenge… ya unka pyaar hamesha adhoora hi reh jayega?

"Vo log aakhir mil hi jati hai jinki kismat me milna likha hota hai "

Shaadi ek deal thi… lekin us deal ke piche chhupa tha badla. Anaya ko laga uski zindagi khatam ho gayi jab uski shaadi Arjun Malhotra se hui — ek aisa aadmi jiske aankhon me sirf ghamand aur junoon tha. Lekin shaadi ki pehli raat Arjun ne ek aisa sach bataya jisne sab kuch badal diya… Ye sirf ek rishta nahi, ek khatarnak khel tha — jisme pyaar, badla aur junoon sab shamil tha. Kya Anaya usse nafrat karegi… ya usi se mohabbat?

* main or tum* ek ankhi prem kahani " kuch riste kisamat likhti h, or kuch dil........" ** lekhak ** Shanaya (sumu)

hook, hook, hook, hook.... village ki ek ladki ki ye story kaise uski kismat naya mod leti hai or ..........hook, hook,hookromence or drama or twist se bhara huaa ye story..........hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook..............

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Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Three years of devotion. Three years of loving Julian with everything she had. Only to be framed for a divorce and personally sent to prison by him. "I didn't kill her," Evelyn begged. "I didn't kill the woman you love." "I don't believe you." Facing a death sentence with no one to turn to, Evelyn made the most desperate choice of her life — she threw herself at the one person Julian would never forgive. His younger brother. "Get me pregnant. Please. It's the only way I survive." Because pregnant women are not subject to the death penalty. By the time the truth surfaced and Julian realized the woman he destroyed was innocent, it was already too late. He dropped to his knees. "Eve, I was wrong. Give me one more chance." A hand caught his wrist before he could touch her. "She's already my wife, brother."

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?