|𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈𝐈| 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 "Khwaab to tum ho hi. Haqikat mein badalne ka junoon hai." She had known him for 14 years, been in love with him for 4 years and dated him for 4 months. Everything about them has always been 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯. She was just the daughter of the dead butler and he was the billionaire heir. Love blooming in the forbidden lands doesn't survive easily, everything in the surrounding is poisonous, ambushing to crush it down. Especially when you fall for the 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 mistaking him for a gentleman, every door of escape shuts down, no matter how far you run. 𝗔𝗽𝗲𝗸𝘀𝗵𝗮 𝗞𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗵 wasn't new to the feeling of being unwanted and neglected. However, her patience wore thin when her mother started to push her to agree for a marriage she doesn't want, where she would be nothing but a 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍. In her desperate urge to break through all, she didn't realise she had just landed herself in a perfectly laid__ 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑 ? There's always an unspoken rule; you don't poke the 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 by going after his woman. That's the sin his enemies committed and now they must bear the consequences. Nothing can stop him now. He had her once, lost her twice and now he wants her back. 𝗩𝘆𝗼𝗺 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶 had been a gentleman for far too long. Not anymore. The 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 is finally set to step out of the disguise and claim what is 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 his. 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 wasn't their fate. Or was it ? ❌ No Cheating Trope ❌

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

"Marry Vinay, Aradhya," Aradhya's soon-to-be brother-in-law said. "Today itself, on this very wedding altar- marry him." His words didn't sound like a joke at all. "Mujhe aise mazak pasand nahi." [I don't like such jokes.] "Mai majak kar bhi nahi raha hoon." Shivang replied. "Aapko kya lagta hai, aapke kehne par mai jhat se raazi ho jaungi? Bhuliye mat, ki aap mere behan ke hone wale pati ke alawa- mere kuch aur nahi lagte." [Do you really think I'll agree so easily just because you said so? Don't forget, apart from being my sister's soon-to-be husband, you are nothing to me.] With a smirk, Shivang said, "Aur mai kahu ki tum khud apni marzi se shadi ke liye raazi hogi... toh?" [And what if I say that you'll agree to this marriage willingly?] Aradhya frowned in confusion. "Kya... kya matlab hai aapka?" [What... what do you mean?] Shivang's face remained blank as he said, "Vinay se shadi karo, warna mai tumhari behan se shadi tod dunga." [Marry Vinay, or I will break off my marriage with your sister.] A few moments later, Aradhya finally spoke. "Thik hai, mai karungi aapke dost se shadi. Par pehle meri shartein toh sunlijiye... jija ji." [Fine. I'll marry your friend. But first, listen to my conditions... brother-in-law.] She said the last words with extra emphasis. --- A little later, Aradhya entered the temple. And there, standing in front of her, was Vinay. The moment he saw her, he lowered his eyes, as if guilt was written all over his face. He stepped forward and held his hand out for her. But when Aradhya didn't take it, Vinay said softly, "Tham lo, marte dam tak nahi chhorunga- hath bhi aur sath bhi." [Hold my hand. I won't leave you till my last breath-neither your hand, nor your side.] For the first time, Aradhya looked straight into Vinay's eyes. ___________________________________________ Go ahead!! • Started- 22 August 2024

Sannidhi Murthy is a matchmaker. She swears she is one from the time she was just a baby. You can ask her aunt and uncle for details if you want. After all, she brought them together. She sets up all of her friends with their 'perfect partners'. And, all of her matches have been great successes. Maybe the real cupid did not like someone else doing his job (better than him) I think, so he made her's wors- Um let's just say ......bad. The guy paired her up with her WORST ENEMY EVER. None of Surya's friends wanted to invite the guy to their weddings or engagement parties. He had successfully ended five of his friends relationships. The guy had serious problems with happy couples. Join Sannidhi Murthy and Surya Gowda as they start world war III years after meeting each other. Don't forget to grab some tissues because there is fun, fights, flights, comedy, drama, tears, wars and love. Updated once in every five days Note: This is a rewritten version of Nothing like love which was available on Wattpad three years ago.

Like the collision of two stars, they crashed into each other, unexpectedly and unforgivingly. Avni perceives him as an intrusive man. Despite the irresistible and suave charms, she is determined to avoid him. Except for Viransh, she is a risk and a mystery that he vows to unravel and uncover the shattered woman hidden beneath the facade of an impudent heiress. Amidst the chaos, they draw closer to each other, sailing toward the shore of love. But shadows of their past loom like giant waves, threatening to turn over their fragile ship. So does the billowing black smoke of secrets inscribed in Avni's diary. Will they let the tempest of their pasts consume them? Or will they build an anchor of strength to weather the storm together?