This is a story about two friends who part on bitter terms only to find each other years later and hence begin the revisiting of their not so bitter but quiet eventful memories. Memories, some are beautiful, while some can be haunting. Join me on this journey of two friends finding their way back to each other but will they find their long-lost friendship? or will this open a box of painful memories? or will it lead to something completely unexpected? A/N I started this story many years ago, and I have finally decided to finish it. I shall post regularly as I myself want to give this story closure.

Part of the Happy New Year's series/ Book 3 New Year's eve, a moment of celebration under the fireworks to be with their loved ones. Arnav and Khushi's new year's eve after their marriage had mixed feelings just like many out there...but they celebrate it as they are binding it as a deal, as they are renewing their vows, as they remind each other of the eternal essence of true love. They get entangled to hold each other just to feel how far they have come leaving everything behind. So Let's see what is going on in their lives now on this eve after twenty five years... All Copy Rights/ Mysticaldivine/Faiqa

An Arshi fanfiction. Her Buaji used to call her 'Titaliya'. A butterfly. Finally, Khushi's metamorphosed. I got the picture from Sanaya Irani's instagram. Updates twice a week: 1. Monday or Tuesday 2. Saturday

Young lovers Khushi and Arnav are separated when Khushi leaves to pursue her career in a different city leaving Arnav disappointed by her betrayal. Five years later they meet again and old sparks begin to fly all over again even though Khushi is engaged to NK, Akash's cousin. However on the day of the wedding it is Arnav who ends up marrying Khushi. Can they get over the pain of their past and rekindle the love that they once felt for each other ?

Arranged marriage was an age-old story that Khushi, the youngest of the infamous Gupta family, who revolutionized and dominated the trading market for generations, knew well. For it was the only thing she heard growing up. But that neither prepared her nor comforted her as she got ready that morning. It was an important day, a day where she would trade her surname for a new one, her silence for a new chance, her respect for a new hope, her life for another. It was a day of contracts, both new and old. As she hid behind the traditional red shawl, knowing that the whole world would be watching her, waiting to pounce, she wondered why her mother never told her about any of the good marriages. The ones that worked out. The ones that had hope. The ones that had love. Probably because they don't exist, Khushi thought to herself. Only, destiny had believed otherwise. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a stand alone story that has no connection with the original show, Iss Pyar Ko Kya Naam Doon, except for the names of the lead characters. All other content of this story belongs strictly to the author, Archi. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- #1 in ArnavSinghRaizada - 04/12/2019 #1 in KhushiKumariGupta - 18/01/2020 #1 in ArHi - 20/05/2020