"Rana Sa, even we were unaware," Mahendra Khandelwal replied, his voice unsteady, though his expression remained guarded. "We never imagined Ragini would do this. She must have been influenced-" Digvijay cut him off. "Enough." Mahendra fell silent. Digvijay stepped forward. "Outside, hundreds are waiting for the bride. What am I supposed to tell them?" "That the Rathod bride has fled?" Silence followed. "Shehar mein baatein phailengi... saalon se banayi hamari izzat pal bhar mein mitti mein mil sakti hai." His hand clenched into a fist. "I will not allow my family's honour to be dragged through the mud." Then- "Aisa kuch nhi hoga." The voice came from the doorway. All heads turned. Abhiraaj Rathod entered, composed, one hand resting on his grandfather's wheelchair. There was no panic, no anger. Only absolute control. He stopped, his gaze moving from his father to Mahendra. Digvijay finally asked, "How?" "By ensuring the wedding still takes place." Digvijay frowned. "Who will be the bride? " Abhiraaj turned to Mahendra. " Her sister."Abhiraaj replied coldly. His voice, heavy with some unsaid emotions. Shock rippled through the room. Mahendra shook his head getting afraid. " Which sister? " Silence settled again. Abhiraaj stepped forward. The room was charged with palpable tension. He answered in a dangerous voice. "The one you hid from me..... And my family." Outside, Nandini stood by the window, having overheard everything. "She will take Ragini's place." Her breath caught. She stepped back, shaking her head. "No..." Tears welled in her eyes as Abhiraaj's voice echoed once more. "Bring her."

This is the story of Ian an American boy who is struggling to find the love of his life until he met.. --- Her soft cheek pressed against his, the warmth of her breath grazing the side of his neck. Her hair fell like a curtain around them, strands brushing his skin. And then that scent-sweet, fresh, strawberry-wrapped around him, dizzying and soft and utterly unforgettable. When she finally looked up, her face was only inches from his. Her eyes-wide, startled, beautiful-met his, and in that one glance, something shifted inside him. Something deep. Something he couldn't name. His heartbeat pounded in his ears. His breathing turned shallow. What is happening to me? The heat that rushed through him was unreal. He couldn't tell whether it was panic or something else entirely. "Oh God... is this a heart attack?" his mind screamed. "What is this? Someone-please-help me!" Naina quickly pulled away, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry!" she said, avoiding his gaze as she dusted herself off. "I didn't mean to-I just... Are you okay?" "I-yeah," Ian stammered, trying to sound casual, trying not to look like his soul had just been knocked out of orbit. "I'm... good. Don't worry." Good? He felt like he had just touched fire and ice at the same time. Like the earth had tilted beneath him and nothing was steady anymore. "Okay... take care then. See you tomorrow." And just like that, she walked away. He just sat there, eyes fixed on her fading figure, the echo of her scent still lingering in the air. "What... was all this?" he whispered to himself, staring into nothing. "What am I feeling? Why does being near her feel like this... like everything inside me is trying to say something I don't understand?" "If I keep feeling this way, I'll go crazy." Highest Ranking #1 college romance apr 23 # 1 cross- country Apr22 #1 cross-culture july 22 #2 Indian July22 #1Ian somerhalder May 22 #1 Indian American April-August 22 #3 dream come trueAugust 22

He was ice. She was fire.🔥 And the moment they collided - nothing was ever the same. Avni, 20, is wild-hearted, full of dreams, drama, and a messy engagement with a wannabe actor. She's chaos in human form - the kind that laughs too loudly and loves too deeply. Vikrant, 32, is Bollywood's most feared director - cold, cruel, and closed off since losing everything in his life. A widowed father who buried his emotions beneath success and silence. Their worlds were never meant to cross. But destiny has a wicked sense of humor. She enters his life like a mistake. And stays like a storm. Bold. Reckless. Impossible to ignore. He tells himself she's too young. Too wrong. Too everything. But every fight, every glare, every stolen glance pulls them deeper. She's engaged. He's broken. And love? The last thing either of them wanted. But sometimes, the heart doesn't ask. It just chooses - even if it wrecks everything. She didn't mean to steal his heart. But once a thief... always a thief. -------------------- 💔 Tropes in Heart Snatcher: Enemies to Lovers Age Gap Romance Grumpy x Sunshine Forbidden Love Slow Burn Tension Single Dad x Fierce Girl Workplace Sparks Broken Hero, Healing Her Forced Proximity Emotional Angst & Unspoken Longing --- Highest ranking #1 in hindi story in October 24 #1 in billionaire in January 25 #1 in devil in January 25 #4 in love triangle in January 25