*COVER CREDITS* @blackue02 #1 indian on 15/02/2020 #1 arrangedmarriage on 04/03/2021 #1 hotheaded on 20/07/2019 #1 mumbai on 17/10/2019 #1 court on 04/02/2020 In the beginning there is nothing... You begin in the void and continue into the dark. You find light in the dark, but your path lights up the most in darkness when lightening strikes during a storm. I began in the calm, made my way through silence and then I encountered with the storm. Sampurnaa was perfect like her name suggested. Complete and perfect and flawless for the world. At the age of 24, fresh with a degree in mass communication and journalism, she's anything but quiet and submissive. Indrayan was a lawyer by profession. He never really liked someone else winning debates against him... At the age of 29, he's all set to establish himself more. And then paths collide. When two storms rise together, isn't disaster always inevitable? Time shall tell their journey... ...................................................................... 🔴 My first attempt at writing anything on Wattpad.🔴 Not cliché, not overly not cliché either. You are the reader and you shall be the judge of the story. I shall try my level best. Cheers, Shubhadittya Began writing on 02/07/2019 Completed on 06/12/2019 *EDITING IN PROGRESS* This is a story based solely upon my own ideas. No plagiarism intended or encouraged. Please do not copy anything from my story. This story may contain crime scenes which could be disturbing to sensitive readers. Be your own judge and choose wisely before you begin reading any new chapter. This story is my first attempt at writing and I learnt and improved gradually. This may be immature for several readers; but it is still special to me. Apologies are in order in anticipation for anyone who thought that my story wasn't up to the mark.

𝓐 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓝𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪 Can be read as standalone. ══════⊹⊱❖⊰⊹══════ Sometimes the best lies are the ones you have to live in. At twenty-one, Rhea Kashyap is done being protected. Raised by a single mother after her father walked out, Rhea has spent her life under the watchful- sometimes suffocating- care of her overprotective older brother, Kabir. So when he crosses a line in the name of 'looking out for her', she makes an impulsive decision. Determined to prove she can make her own choices, Rhea does the one thing she knows will shake her brother to the core- she proposes a fake relationship to Vidyut Sharma, Kabir's longtime rival and his wife's friend. At twenty-five, Vidyut is calm, guarded, and very aware that fake dating his best friend's sister is a terrible idea. He learned very young that attachment always comes with loss. So, he doesn't let him want what he can't afford to lose But when Rhea needs a place to stay- and a convincing boyfriend- he agrees to the rules: no feelings, no lines crossed, no complications. Living together was supposed to be temporary. Pretending was supposed to be easy. But stolen glances turn into late-night conversations, and playful lies begin to feel dangerously real. As family tensions rise and past wounds resurface, Rhea and Vidyut are forced to confront the one rule they are breaking most... falling for each other. She wanted freedom. He needed a distraction. Neither planned on falling in love.

𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 #𝟏: previously known as "My Home" A friends-to-lovers romance full of longing, heartbreak, and second chances. "𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒖𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑮𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒋𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒑 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏." (There's a peace in you like the one we find at home.") ──── ࣪𖤐 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗞𝗮𝘀𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗽 has always been the fixer. The son, the provider, the silent sufferer. But three years of living alone in a 1BHK apartment, away from everything he once called home, has chipped away at his soul. Exhausted. Hollow. Done pretending. Until 𝗩𝗮𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗹, his childhood best friend, walks back into his life like a monsoon after drought. She's fierce, funny, and knows how to read him even in his silence. What begins as comfort quickly turns into tension. Unspoken feelings. Lingering touches. And a dangerous question neither of them is ready to answer "What if the only place you ever truly feel belonged, is a person who can't be yours?" But love isn't always cozy. It's messy, confusing, and terrifying especially when the walls you built to survive start to fall. 🏠 Will their home always feel like home or will it become just four walls between two strangers? ────୨ৎ──── • She fell first, he fell harder • Forced proximity • Best friends to lovers • Slow burn with intense chemistry • Emotional healing arc ☆ 𝐕𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

જ⁀➴ 𝓔 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ~ "I asked you something, Why did you do that for me?" she said, fastening her seatbelt. He stared straight ahead at the road, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. "Because I hate you," He said finally. Her head snapped toward him. "And damn it... you hate me too. Maybe the most." He let out a short breath. "And I want that hate all for myself." ~ "But you hated me." She said, while shivering in his arms. "I'm re-considering my life decisions at this point." He whispered before pulling her into a kiss.

« 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅. » "I'm waiting for the moment when my soul will leave this body and I'll be dead officially because every piece of me has already died." ~ 𝐀𝐯𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 "You've to fight through some bad days to earn the best days in life and everyday I'm praying for some strength to go through these tough days." ~ 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 Two different souls, going somewhere through the same phase but one is hopeless while the other is holding hope like her last weapon. They got hitched because of their own reasons and had planned to get divorce after a year but not everything goes according to one's planning. Join me in their story of how they'll find each other and even if they did find how they'll struggle to be with each other. ˙⁠❥⁠˙˙⁠❥⁠˙˙⁠❥⁠˙ "Please...please don't hate me for all these, Shreya." He mumbled while shaking and refused to open his eyes. His lips were chanting the same sentence until she softly said,"Tell me- tell me how to hate you Avyank." "I can never bring myself to ever hate you. I can't, Avyank." She voiced gazing straight into his eyes and he cried more looking at her eyes which held nothing but love and affection for him. His heart felt at ease as the fear he had that she might hate him after knowing about his past went away. He held onto her as his life depended on her and cried thinking how did he get so lucky 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 ??

°•°•° Aradhya Rajvansh's life shattered the day her own family turned their backs on her, believing lies that landed her in prison. After four years, she walks free-not as the girl she once was, but as a woman forged in pain and silence. With only her younger brother Ansh by her side, she rebuilds her life far away from home, shutting her heart to the world. But destiny has other plans. Her path collides with Rishav Raghuvanshi-a man of quiet strength, protective warmth, and ruthless determination. Thrust into his family through marriage, Aradhya finds herself torn between old wounds and the possibility of a new beginning. While Rishav's unwavering presence starts breaking down her walls, shadows of betrayal and enemies from the past threaten to return. This is a story of heartbreak, resilience, and the slow, tender healing of a warrior's heart.

Tarini Jaykar was meant to be a bridesmaid, not the bride. Thrown into a marriage she didn't even see coming, she brings chaos, sarcasm, sharp eyes, and a mouth that forgets to behave. She's angry, defensive, and painfully aware of the man she now shares a home with. Carved out of duty and discipline, Dhruv Agnihotri is all restraint and quiet heat; a complete contrast to her. The kind of man she vowed not get involved with. Wanting him feels like betrayal, rebellion and trouble she definitely shouldn't crave this much. Dhruv Agnihotri lives by order, logic and duty. In his world, there is no place for emotions and fragility. Certainly not for selfishness. Until Tarini Jaykar storms into his house and wrecks the carefully crafted balance of his life. She is emotional, loud, spontaneous and inconveniently attractive. What was meant to be a dutiful and distant marriage turns tense, intimate and dangerously charged. He shouldn't react to her. He shouldn't feel vulnerable. He definitely shouldn't want her like this. But restraint cracks fastest when temptation sleeps just a few feet away.

BOOK ONE OF THE SWEET AND SOUR SERIES Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she found solace in her studies and books. Now at 25, Vanya stands at a crossroads when her mother asks her to settle down. For someone who has lost faith in love over the past few decades, marriage for Vanya was a needle lost in a stack of hay and so was allowing her mother to choose her a life partner. Taking matters into her own hands, Vanya decided a contract marriage would be the best thing to escape from the inevitable chaos. Enters Mahir Oberoi, 30 the CEO of an advertising agency. With beliefs as strong as a mountain and desires as dark as night, Mahir was always ready for whatever life meant to throw at him. But not this time. He wasn't ready for the sudden threat to his position, the prospect of marriage or the five-foot-two brunette that came slamming into him along with it. With the only thing common between the two being their passion for work, Vanya and Mahir found themselves at odds. But, as the saying goes, reality is fleeting. Amidst the sudden wedding and passionate bickering, Vanya and Mahir soon realised, that the beliefs they had all this time were wrong and the reality of it all was all too sweet since the beginning. Tied together into a marriage of convenience, read as how they turn their bitter everything into sweet nothings. ◦°•✩•°◦

❝𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚.❜❜ He is the eldest son of a simple yet wealthy family-silent, disciplined, and an interior designer. She is the eldest daughter of her home who is warm, talkative, and fiercely hopeful well paid author. He waited for someone special in his life. While she, never expected love which feels like home to her... yet love found them anyway. ❝𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬❜❜ 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒎- 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅. "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖-" "𝑨𝒂𝒑 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒃𝒊𝒘𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒒 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒓𝒂 𝒃𝒉𝒊," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. ╰┈➤𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 🏅 #16 wattapdstory out of 8.88k stories.( 25.11.25) #3 sensual out of 7.09k stories.(7.09.25) #5 greenflag out of 2.02k stories.(9.01.26)

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