She slapped him. He married her. That's how the war began. Kaashi Raghuvanshi is a crime journalist who has never known when to shut up...especially when a powerful man is standing in front of her. Rana Agastya Singh Rathore is the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh, heir to one of the country's most powerful families and a man who doesn't tolerate disrespect. Unfortunately for him, Kaashi doesn't tolerate men who think they're untouchable. One investigation. One mistake. One line crossed. And suddenly, the woman who spent her career exposing powerful men is standing beside the most powerful man she's ever hated... as his wife. He calls it revenge. She calls it war. But neither of them knows that their hatred was never entirely theirs. Someone has been watching. Someone has been manipulating the truth. And someone wanted Rana Agastya Singh Rathore and Kaashi Raghuvanshi together long before either of them even knew the other's name. Because this was never just a love story. It was a game. And they were both being played. 🖤

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.

"𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦?" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢. 𝘔𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘢𝘫 𝘬𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘵𝘢." 🦋 Life as a medical resident is already hard for Poorvi. It gets more complicated when she crosses paths with an old classmate, who's now a bollywood star. Samar is already too cheeky for her liking, and drama follows him everywhere. Poorvi finds herself unsure if she's more annoyed by his fame or by how much he's starting to grow on her. After getting his name on three blockbusters in a year, Samar involuntarily lands himself in a hospital. But somehow, the doctor treating him seems to be doing more for his recovery than any IV drip could. Poorvi is all about rules, boundaries, and keeping her private life exactly that: private. Samar thrives in the spotlight, where boundaries blur and emotions often spill over. Doctors are too busy to date, and actors apparently never commit. 🦋 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴: 𝘈𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘹 𝘋𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘺 𝘹 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘖𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘏𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 Trigger Warning: Eating Disorder, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Abuse, Cheating (not between main characters)

Ishaan Awasthi : A 31-years-old, married his boss's sister to escape him, unaware he had just signed himself up for a lifetime headache. Dhrithika Raizaada : A 22-years-old, married her brother's PA on an agreement of a few months to regain her brother's trust. She was storm carrying old wounds, a short temper, and emotions she never knew how to handle. He was calm like flowing water, patient enough to soothe storms he never created. Dhrithika had grown up surrounded by luxury, where money solved most problems and comfort was never a privilege. Ishaan's world was smaller, simpler, built on hard work and quiet sacrifices. Will a girl who had everything learn to belong in a life that had so little? Will this marriage survive once the agreement ends, or will they walk away as strangers, exactly as they had planned from the beginning?

I was pulled a single step forward, my balance slipping just enough for my palm to land against his shoulder. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up at him. Veer stood there with two fingers hooked around the fabric gathered at my waist, not touching my skin, only the saree. "𝐀𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞,"he said quietly, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢, 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐤𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐤𝐝𝐚." Before I could even think of a reply, he lowered himself onto one knee. 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ I walked straight to Veer without sparing anyone a glance. "𝐌𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢." His eyes met mine before he replied calmly, "𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐆𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞." I simply folded my arms and continued staring at him in silence. He let out a quiet sigh, cleared his throat and looked around the table. "𝐀𝐚𝐩 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐲𝐞." He looked at me and gestured to sit, "𝐉𝐢, 𝐚𝐚𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐞, 𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢." 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ★ This story contains mature content, read at your own risk. ★ Click on the story to read more <3

BOOK 1 OF THE DESIRE SERIES He saves hearts. She protects them. Ayansh Rathore, the city's most renowned heart surgeon, and Ishika Chauhan, the fearless "Sunshine Police," are forced into an unexpected arrangement neither of them wanted. Two completely different worlds. One unexpected bond. And a love neither of them saw coming.

A curse, alive in the two most powerful families. A contract written in blood. Promises made by fates. Secrets in every breath that's held here. Some debts don't die. They live in bloodlines like a second heartbeat - quiet, patient, pulling. The curse is old. Older than the families carrying it. Older than the walls built to contain it. It does not warn. It simply waits - in the blood, in the bone, And the two people at its center - utterly unaware. Vartika Singh. A lawyer hunting injustice. A RAW agent ending it. Both drenched in secrets. Both haunted by the same aching nightmare - the specific nightmare of someone whose heart remembers things her mind was never told. Then comes a promise that puts everything at stake. And it leads her - because fate does not ask permission - straight into the Rathore Empire. Like fate signed the contract before she ever knew the terms. Because here, nobody tells the whole truth. Every smile hides a strategy. Walls whisper. Corridors remember. Loyalty is just another mask worn until it becomes inconvenient. In this empire - truth destroys more than lies ever could. Then she meets him. Devansh Singh Rathore. Charming. Dangerous. A man who wears deception in layers - truth buried under arrogance, intentions hidden beneath power. Why is he the villain? Or is he simply the only one honest about being dangerous? Before she finds the answer, she is bound to him. A marriage. A war disguised as vows. But living under the same roof blurs lines her agency never warned her about. Because Devansh is not just a husband she must endure - he is a man who senses deception, who might destroy her mission simply by looking too closely. And her heart - which remembers things her mind doesn't - recognises him. Not his face. Not his name. Something older than both. The curse, finally closing the distance it was always going to close. Her heart remembered things her mind didn't. The only question - would she let herself remember too.

"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆...𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂. __________________________________________ |● 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐈×𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐌 In a world where power whispers louder than screams & silence kills, where the walls have the stories that are meant to be hidden, where some vows are made in blood. Some in shadows, he sat on the throne. The throne born of ruin. And she-unseen, unheard, unwanted-was the only one who ever looked him in the eye... and didn't look away. She didn't belong to him. But she wasn't hers anymore either. He wanted to drag her into his world, ruin her with his silence, mark her where no one else could see. And yet, he stood there-cold, controlled, burning. Because the ache wasn't the worst part. The fact that he liked it was. Two unseen souls. One forced bond. And a storm no one saw coming. #2nd book in "His Bride" Series. ●Started on 3rd October. ROY♡

Their hate has no origin. They hate each other just cause. They were born to two best friends who would even give their own lives for each other. But but, these two give tough competition to their fathers. They would take each other's lives if need be. They studied in the same school, even in the same class till the age of eighteen only for her to move away for a few years. In these ten years, their lives changed drastically. Where he is known for his merciless punches, she is recognized by her fashion label. Despite being few months younger than him, she knows how to prevail over him, and he knows this just as well because he lets her. Would the love of adulthood overpower the hate of childhood? Would this distance simmer their hate or ignite a passion?