You and Adrian had been together for four long years — four years of late-night talks, silly fights, silent understanding, and growing up side by side. He wasn’t just another man in your life; he was the calm after your storm. Adrian came from a family known for its legacy — a line of successful entrepreneurs, the kind who made headlines and commanded respect in every room. And yet, among all that power and perfection, he was the quiet kind — disciplined, grounded, and fiercely loyal. People said he had inherited his father’s brilliance and his mother’s grace, but only you knew the warmth behind that poised exterior — the boy who smiled half a second before everyone else, just to make you feel safe. You, on the other hand, were different — confident, graceful, and effortlessly composed. No matter the chaos, you always carried yourself with quiet strength. So when he told you he wanted you to meet his family, you didn’t panic. You smiled and said, “Finally.” And now, here you were — standing at the grand doorway of his family’s home. The golden lights inside glowed softly, and laughter floated through the hall. You adjusted your or coat, took a breath, and reached for the bell.

You and Aiden grew up side by side — same neighborhood, same school, same scraped knees and shared dreams. You were the loud one; he was calm, quiet, and steady. Life drifted forward, but somehow, you two never drifted apart. Years passed. Jobs, cities, responsibilities — everything changed except one thing: every night, no matter how busy the day had been, you both met. It was your unwritten rule — one hour together, just like old times. That night, the city lights shimmered against the wet pavement. You were waiting at your usual spot — a small bench under the old willow tree near the café. You saw him walking toward you — same coat, same slow steps. But something was different. His face looked pale. The spark in his eyes, the one that always greeted you first, was missing. “Hey,” you smiled softly. “Rough day?” He forced a half-smile. “Yeah, just… tired. Nothing serious.” You frowned. “You sure? You look like you haven’t slept in days.” He chuckled weakly, turning his gaze away. “I’m fine, really.” But when you touched his arm — gentle, questioning — his walls broke. Without a word, he pulled you closer, resting his head on your shoulder. His breath trembled against your neck. “I’m not okay…” his voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “I’m tired of pretending to be okay.” You froze for a second, feeling his pain pour out like rain after a long drought. And then you wrapped your arms around him — no questions, no promises, just warmth. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his voice muffled but aching with truth. “I need you.” The world around you faded—the street noise, the wind, the ticking clock of adult life. All that remained was that one moment — two childhood souls finding home again, in each other.

After years of being treated like the “little one,” you had finally stepped into adulthood — college completed, and now your first day at university. Ironically, the same university where your older brother had been studying for two years. Your parents thought it was the perfect idea — “He’ll look after you there,” they said. But you had different plans. You wanted to prove that you were no longer the kid who cried for chocolates or begged to tag along. (Scene opens — bright morning, university gate, first day vibes) You adjusted your bag strap and muttered under your breath, "He always said I’m too small for everything... hmm, let’s see how he handles me now." Your brother’s words from years ago echoed in your head — "You’re too young for this, go eat some chocolate instead!" You smirked. "This time, it’s my turn, brother. Get ready." As soon as you entered the campus, your eyes caught him — tall, familiar frame, the same black hoodie, hands in pockets. Without a second thought, you ran toward him, laughing. "Caught you!" you shouted, and wrapped your arms around his back from behind. But then… the man froze. He turned around — and your heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t your brother. The face that met yours had sharp eyes, a teasing half-smile, and an expression that said he was enjoying this a bit too much. He's your brother's best friend.

Title: Shadows We Share You and he weren’t heroes. Not even close. You were partners — in crime, in danger, in silence. The world only saw the chaos you left behind; none saw the precision, the trust, the rhythm between you two. Every heist, every plan — perfectly executed. You covered his tracks, he covered yours. Sometimes, words weren’t needed; a single glance was enough. You fought, you teased, but when it came to the mission, you were unstoppable. Tonight’s job was riskier than usual — a high-security vault, a code no one was supposed to crack. But you did. You always did. The alarm almost caught you, but somehow you slipped out, adrenaline still racing through your veins. Outside, the city was drowned in shadows. Neon lights flickered in puddles. And there he was…

Title: The Night of the Business Trip. Korea’s youngest success story — that’s what everyone called the two of you. In just a few years, your company had reached the top, shocking the business world. You and he were unstoppable— partners in power, rivals in pride. You both hid your feelings well behind arguments. Every victory began with a fight — and ended with silent care. “You couldn’t have done it without me,” he’d always say, and you’d shoot back, “Please, I worked harder than you.” Yet everyone knew — together, you were extraordinary. Now, on your most important business trip, the argument continued. Even the hotel selection sparked a clash. He smirked, “I don’t even need to see it to know — who chose this place?” You crossed your arms. “Say whatever you want, but I’m the one who picked it.” As always, your words clashed — but your hearts didn’t. That night, silence fell over the hotel. Everyone was asleep except you. A new city, an unfamiliar room — sleep refused to come. ------------------------------(Good luck pookie😉)

He was your senior—one of the most brilliant, talented, and handsome boys in college. Every competition ended with his name at the top. And you? The pride among girls,,, sharp-minded, calm, and untouchable. You never mixed with anyone; you preferred silence over attention. He was admired by many, but you never showed interest. But the girl who trapped him.. She was your classmate, she was the type who used sweetness as a weapon. You knew her well—and you warned him. But he didn’t listen. He believed her. Until the day she found someone “better” and left him shattered. Now it was raining. He knelt on the ground, drenched and broken. You, the one who always stayed distant, couldn’t walk away.

Title: A Contract of the Heart You knew him since childhood—he was always the boy next door, the one who made every game and every secret feel magical. But he was no ordinary boy. Born into one of Korea’s wealthiest families, his father the CEO of the nation’s largest conglomerate, and his mother, a socialite admired by all, he lived in a world of grandeur. The penthouses, the private jets, the sprawling estates—his life seemed perfect from the outside. But the shadows of his family’s past were darker than anyone could see. He had once trusted, once loved… until his mother betrayed his father. She left, deceived him, leaving only ashes of a broken family behind. From that day, he vowed never to trust women, never to fall for love again. Marriage felt like a cage. Daughters, he believed, were selfish, unworthy of faith or commitment. His father and grandfather, deeply concerned, begged him to consider a union for the sake of family honor—but his heart refused. Then, fate intervened. His father’s old friend had a daughter—you. You had grown up together, childhood friends, your heart silently keeping a love he never noticed. And now… the unthinkable: your marriage arranged. But it wasn’t simple. He proposed a contract: three years, a marriage bound only by agreement. After that, he would divorce you. You could say no, but he warned—he would find another willing woman. Your heart shattered. The boy you loved was asking you to share him for three years… but the heart that loved him could not refuse. Not even for a fleeting chance to be near him, to show him the love he never understood. The marriage began. From day one, your care, your tender gestures, the way you laughed, the way you comforted him—everything captivated him. He felt something stir inside, a feeling he hadn’t recognized for years. Your presence, your warmth, your sincerity—it began to crack the walls around his heart.

In the heart of Seoul, where glass towers touched the clouds, he was a name everyone knew—Aiden Lee, the youngest CEO in South Korea’s corporate history. A man who built an empire before most learned how to dream.Sharp. Calculated. Untouchable. And then there was you—the woman who stood silently beside him, yet the entire company knew: without you, even Aiden Lee’s empire would lose its rhythm. You were supposed to be his assistant.But you worked like his partner.Your presence kept his chaotic brilliance in order — finishing his sentences in board meetings, anticipating his decisions before he even spoke them, turning his impossible deadlines into perfect victories. He trusted you more than anyone.But he never said it aloud.Just like he never said what his eyes confessed every time they found you across the glass-walled conference room. Sometimes,when the late-night silence filled his office, he’d find himself watching you—the way you focused on your reports, the gentle way your fingers moved over the keyboard, the faint hum you made when you were deep in thought. You made the cold CEO’s office feel a little less lonely. And he hated how much that mattered. --- Tonight was one of those long nights again.The city outside was asleep, but you were still in his office, going through the quarterly projections. He sat across from you, sleeves rolled up, his tie loosened — a rare sight that made your heart skip every time.“You should get some rest,” he said quietly, eyes still on the document. You smiled faintly without looking up. “Not until you do.” He almost smiled — almost. You didn’t see it, but his gaze lingered.On you. A few minutes later, he reached for a pen on his desk.It slipped from his fingers, rolling under the table. Without thinking, you both leaned down at the same time.And then — silence.Your hand brushed against his. Warm. Steady. The touch froze both of you mid-motion.You looked up — and found his face inches away from yours.

You have loved him since you were small—before words like “marriage” or “promises” ever mattered. He was always the cool one: composed, distant, the kind of man everyone quietly obeyed. While other cousins approached him with cautious smiles, you were the only one who dared to tease. You poked, you prodded, you ruined his solemn moods on purpose—because when he finally softened for you, everything felt more honest, less lonely. Your family watched, worried and hopeful in the same breath. They believed what you always believed: you were the only one who could reach him. So when they offered your hands to one another, you accepted with a childish grin that hid a thousand small satisfactions. What you didn’t know then was that his patience had always sheltered a secret: he had loved you in quiet ways from the very beginning. He let your mischief pass, let your little rebellions slide—because you were yours. Marriage didn’t change the pattern. You were still the one who teased, the one who tugged his sleeve in crowded rooms, the one who laughed when he pretended not to notice. He pretended, too—pretended indifference, a cold reserve—but every time you crossed the line he would catch himself and simply look at you. That look was both punishment and blessing. Lately, though, pretending wasn’t enough for you. Now that you were his wife, you wanted attention that wasn’t wrapped in sarcasm. You wanted eyes that stayed, not just glanced. This morning he was getting ready for work.

Title : Two Shadows, One Secret. You see them every day on campus. Two girls who don’t need to speak loudly to be noticed—because their silence speaks louder than anyone’s voice. One of them—you know her for her sharp gaze, the kind that could cut through a lie before it’s even spoken. She’s stylish, bold, and unapologetic. The kind of girl who never bows her head, never lets anyone guess if she’s broken inside. People whisper she’s untouchable… and maybe they’re right. The other—she’s calmer, softer. Her eyes linger a moment longer on people, as if she’s reading their soul. She doesn’t speak much, but when she does, it feels like the whole room listens. She has that quiet strength—the kind you underestimate until it’s too late. Together, they’re inseparable. Two shadows, walking side by side. Everyone sees them, everyone notices them—but no one dares to step too close. Not even you. Until that day. It was late afternoon, the campus almost empty. You were crossing the library corridor when you saw them again—sitting by the glass window, sunlight spilling on their faces. One of them rested her head on the other’s shoulder, as if the whole world had disappeared. They didn’t even notice you. But then—one of them did. Her eyes locked with yours. A stare so direct it made your breath hitch. And in that brief moment, she whispered something to her best friend—something you couldn’t hear. Her friend smirked. And just like that, they both turned their gaze to you—together. As if… they had been waiting. The bell rang somewhere in the distance, but you couldn’t move. Because for the first time, you realized— maybe you weren’t the one watching them all along. Maybe they were watching you.

Your husband—the CEO of the city’s largest company. A man who reached the peak of success in such a short time. He’s always busy, yet in all his chaos, you are his peace. Your playful, mischievous charm brings life into his tired days. You are the kind of girl who craves attention, and when you don’t get it, you easily feel upset. He knows this well—he’s obsessed with you. His exhaustion melts the moment he holds you in his arms. But lately, his workload has been overwhelming. Even at home, after office hours, he’s trapped behind his laptop. On the other side, you’ve been feeling unbearably bored and lonely without him. Tonight, instead of sulking, your mischievous side sparks a daring idea. You decide to make yourself irresistible, the perfect distraction. You prepare yourself carefully. Your beauty alone is enough to steal anyone’s breath away, but tonight—it’s something else. In the dim night, your face glows like moonlight. Your skin is soft as a peacock’s feather, your lips like rose petals, your eyes deeper than the ocean—hypnotic, impossible to escape. Your long, silky black hair flows freely, outshining even the blue silk saree draped around you. Through the thin folds, your fair waist peeks like a secret waiting to be discovered. You look into the mirror, a sly smile curving on your lips. You know it won’t take long to capture his attention. And you’re right. The moment he glances at you, his heart skips a beat. His hands freeze, his work forgotten. His gaze locks on you—head to toe—in one unbroken moment. Without hesitation, he shuts his laptop, rises, and strides toward you.

You're a rare gem of this generation. Young, yet carrying a maturity and clarity of thought beyond many adults. Your life revolves entirely around one mission: improving yourself, correcting your mistakes, strengthening yourself, and preparing for the world—preparing to protect the one you will someday be responsible for. And yet, despite your brilliance, despair shadows you. Life always feels like a mess. No matter how pure your intentions, things seem to go wrong. You are a soul of honesty and purity, yet you fear your dreams will remain unattainable, believing you belong nowhere and to no one. But perhaps, tonight, destiny has guided you to your true place. The rain falls relentlessly, and there she is—a tiny, fragile creature, huddled on the side of the street. A small, sweet cat, drenched, shivering. But those eyes… impossibly magical, pulling you closer with a force you cannot resist. You kneel, unable to hold back, and wrap her trembling body in your arms. How could you leave such a delicate creature alone, vulnerable to the rain? You carry her home carefully, cradling her against your chest. All through the night, you keep her warm, soothing her shivers, holding her close. By morning, she feels a little stronger, yet there’s something unusual about her behavior—far beyond any ordinary cat. Her charm, her adorableness, captivates you, stirring feelings toward her that you’ve never known before. Days pass, and she regains her strength, yet she never leaves. She stays by your side, silently understanding your busy life, never complaining, always joyful when you return. She leaps into your arms, a daily ritual that fills your heart with warmth. You can no longer imagine being without her. Today, you come home exhausted from your demanding life, but excited to spend time with her. Yet she is nowhere in sight. Anxiety flares—did she leave? {Please check out the rest in the comment box—otherwise,it might be hard to understand everything here.Thank you!}

He is your husband. The youngest CEO of the city’s largest company.A man who reached the peak of success far too early—polished, commanding,and untouchable. Women never existed in his world; he never gave them space, never gave them a glance. Yet, one day,for the sake of family and business,the two of you were bound in marriage. He had no proper reason to refuse—except that his heart was never ready.Still, under the weight of his family’s insistence, he accepted.Since then, he has treated you with respect,always with dignity—but never intimacy.His words to you are few, yet whenever he speaks, they carry the weight of honor. Tonight, however, something changed. At his office, during a late-night meeting, his colleagues insisted on drinks. Among them, his special assistant—a woman who never hid her feelings for him, despite knowing he was married. She did not give up. She did something reckless. By the time he realized his body was failing him, the poison of alcohol and something else had already taken hold. Somehow, with the last fragments of his strength, he dragged himself home. It was nearly midnight when you, worried and restless, kept waiting in your bedroom. The door creaked open. He stumbled in. His tall frame swayed as though the ground itself betrayed him. Shocked, you ran to him, trying to hold him steady. But he was far too heavy. In a sudden fall, the two of you collapsed onto the bed, his weight pressing down on you. His eyes opened halfway—clouded, unfocused, yet burning with an unfamiliar intensity. Desire flickered in his gaze, raw and helpless, as though the man who always kept his distance was now stripped of all defenses. He lifted his head just enough to look at you, breathing unevenly, every muscle trembling. You froze. Your heartbeat thundered against your ribs. This was the first time he had ever reached for you, even in such a broken state. You felt the heat of his body,the heaviness of his need, the danger of his loss of control.

They called you the Storm of the Underworld. A name heavy enough to send tremors across the mafia world. Once, your family had been the most powerful force in the underworld, ruling with fear and unshakable authority. But one night changed everything. A single betrayal from within your own force tore it all apart. Your family was slaughtered, the empire reduced to ashes. Only you and your little cousin sister survived—saved by one of your father’s most loyal men. That night you were just children. That night turned you into something else. Since then, rage lived in your veins. You grew violent, merciless. You stopped seeing humans as people; to you, they became worse than beasts. A beast you could pity—but a human? Never. The only exception was her. Your sister. The piece of your heart that refused to die. She had been too little back then, too young to remember the blood-soaked night. Unlike you, she grew up mischievous, cheerful, always smiling like the sun that mocked your darkness. She loved to tease you, to scare you, to test the limits of your patience. And though you hated everyone else, one moment of losing her would be enough to stop your heartbeat entirely. Tonight was no different. She had gone outside without your permission—again. Thinking she could slip back before you noticed. But she was late. Too late. And she knew by now you would already be looking for her. When she finally pushed the door open, she peeked her head inside, her eyes wide with fear and guilt. But what she saw left her frozen. You were kneeling in the middle of the room. Blood dripped steadily from your clenched fists, pooling on the cold floor. Broken glass and shattered furniture surrounded you—silent witnesses of the storm you had unleashed just to keep from tearing the world apart. Because the thought of losing her… even in imagination… had been unbearable.

The city knew you as the Underworld King. Ruthless. Untouchable. But there was one truth they didn’t know—your greatest strength wasn’t your army, your empire, or your name.It was her.Your detective. Your shadow.The only one who could predict the danger before it even touched you. Tonight, though, your chest felt heavy. You had sent her into enemy territory.A mission dangerous enough to destroy your entire force. She had never failed before—but this time your gut twisted with unease. You paced your office, cigarette untouched in the ashtray. The clock ticked louder with every passing second.Where is she? Why is it taking so long? And then—The door creaked open. She stood there. Blood dripping from her torn sleeve, bruises painting her skin. But her lips… curved into a smile. Not just a smile—it's a pride. The kind of pride that glowed even through the pain. Her steps faltered as she stumbled inside. Her voice, weak but steady, whispered only two words: “I did it.” Her knees buckled—but you were faster. You caught her before her body hit the floor, your arms wrapping around her trembling frame. You had already heard the news. She did the impossible—what you doubted even your entire force could achieve. Alone. And yet, looking at her now—broken, bleeding, barely holding on—your chest burned.Pride. Anger. Fear. Love.All tangled, choking you. Without a word, you carried her to the couch, laying her down gently. Your hands worked quickly—cleaning, stitching, treating. Every time the needle touched her skin, her body flinched. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to hide the pain from you. Finally, the storm inside you broke. “How dare you do something like this?!” “If something had happened to you today, then my—” You froze. The words clawed at your throat. You realized what almost slipped. (“The sentence you left incomplete was : If you were gone… what would become of me?”)

Title:Love triangle. They were the kings of your college—three boys, three legends, three names everyone whispered with admiration. Together they were untouchable, every girl’s dream and every guy’s envy. Tall, handsome, untouchable. They walked through the corridors like kings, and the world bent around them. Every girl in the college secretly wished to be noticed, every boy envied them. But you? You were the exception.The quiet storm in their perfect little kingdom. You never chased them, never bowed, never even cared to look twice. And maybe that’s why… they noticed you. First it was Alice—the charmer, always smiling, always playful. He started with jokes, stealing your notes, teasing you in class. His laughter was the kind that made hearts melt. But with you? He was serious. For the first time, his eyes held something more than games. Then came Alex—the cold one, the genius everyone feared to approach. He never spoke unless necessary. But you saw him watching, his gaze lingering a little too long. And one evening in the library, he finally said it, voice low: “You have no idea how much you distract me.” And then there was Adi—the wild one, reckless, unpredictable. Fights, bike rides, late-night chaos… he was the fire everyone wanted to touch but couldn’t. Except you. With you, he softened. Once after practice, sweat dripping, bruised knuckles raw, he looked at you and whispered: “Without you, I’m nothing.” Three boys.Three kings. One heart they all wanted—yours.And now, every glance, every word, every choice of yours…was pulling them deeper into a war they never thought they’d fight. The question is—When the whole college is watching,when three legends are willing to burn the world just for you…Whose hand will you finally hold?

If she was winter—calm, composed, and steady…/Then you were summer—fiery, impulsive, and restless. From the very beginning, she had been your shield.After her parents died in a tragic car accident, your father—her uncle—took her in. And though she wasn’t his biological daughter, he loved her as if she was his own. She grew up faster than anyone else.Wiser than her age, colder than her smile.You, on the other hand, burned too brightly— mischief, rebellion, and endless energy. The city knew your father as one of the most powerful businessmen, the head of the largest company.And you—the only heir.But truth be told, your father trusted her more than you.Not because you weren’t talented. In fact, when you actually put your mind to it, you were brilliant.But you never did. You spent more time teasing her than using your gifts. So when your father had to leave the city for business, he gave you a “test.” For the first time, he asked you to sit in his chair at the company.Of course, he didn’t leave you alone.He left her in charge of you. Everyone at the office expected chaos. They thought the fiery son would turn the empire upside down.But the moment you stepped in, something changed. Sharp eyes, quick decisions, flawless instinct—You handled every task thrown at you with surprising precision.In just hours, you finished more work than anyone thought possible. But of course… your nature didn’t change. And when the clock ticked past noon, you smirked, shoved the papers aside, and stood up.Freedom was calling.You almost reached the door.Almost. “Where do you think you’re going?” Her voice cut through the hallway like ice. You froze.Turning around slowly, you found her standing there—arms crossed, gaze sharp, already marching toward you. Before you could even come up with an excuse, she grabbed your ear.The next second, you were being dragged back inside by your ear. The future CEO of the company winced like a schoolboy in trouble.🫣🤭