{Previously known as Kainaat} | Completed on Scrollstack | In a web of lies, even the truth can strangle you. Trinity Academy is more than just a school-it's a kingdom, ruled by the rich, the powerful, and the ruthless. Beneath its golden halls, secrets fester, scandals thrive, and betrayals are just another form of currency. The students? Beautiful, untouchable, and drowning in their own sins. Trinity isn't just their playground-it's their sanctuary, a place where even the darkest truths are carefully concealed under layers of gold and glitter. Kainaat Sharma, a scholarship student, walks in, with no intention of playing their games. But the elites don't take kindly to outsiders, especially ones who refuse to bow. She's caught in their world, tangled in their scandals, and dragged into a storm she never saw coming. And in Trinity, you either learn to play the game or get buried beneath it.

𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈 - 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓡𝓲𝓼𝓮 Born under a shadow and blamed for her mother's death, Kahani Dev Raghuvanshi was branded a curse before she could even speak. Silence became her only refuge, pain her only companion. The world around her never saw a girl-they saw a bad omen, a burden, a reason for every misfortune. At fourteen, accused of poisoning her own brother, Kahani stood alone in a mansion that had never been her home-every familiar face turned against her, every word she spoke drowned in disbelief. For years she had endured their cruelty in silence, but that night, when her father disowned her and her family condemned her without proof, something inside her broke... and something far stronger awoke. That night, she stopped begging for mercy. That night, the curse chose to rise. Running from the ashes of her old life, Kahani sheds her name, her fear, and the chains that bound her. Reborn as Kahani Arya Rathore, she vows to rewrite her story-not as a victim, but as a storm that would make the world remember the name they once spat upon. Because sometimes, the most dangerous kind of curse... is the one that learns to fight back.

✨ "It will be a tale of betrayal and vengeance - where a family chose strangers over their own blood." 👑 The Raichands - a dynasty forged in 🔥 fire and 🩸 blood. Cloaked in velvet, veiled in shadows. Once royals, now rulers of an empire where loyalty is law... and betrayal demands death. Behind their smiles lie centuries of secrets, power, and regret. 🌪️ She was once their pride - then cast into silence. Forgotten. Broken. But storms never stay quiet forever. 🌌 Calm on the surface. Deadly at the core. The storm they never saw coming... has returned. ⏳ And this time, the truth won't stay buried. ___________________________________ Published on - 03/08/2025

"He was her downfall. She was his ruin. But if love was a crime, they were ready to commit the ultimate sin together." 𝕽𝖆𝖞𝖞𝖆𝖓 𝖝 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖆 She lived to save people. He lived to destroy them. Loving her was the greatest sin he ever committed - and the only one he chose willingly. She was a doctor, trained to heal. But beneath her steady hands and gentle smile, she was the one who needed healing the most. After her mother's death and a lifetime of her father's hatred, she gave up on the idea of love. She longed for it... but love never came. He came instead - wrapped in vengeance and shadows. She believed he only wanted revenge. He craved revenge... or so she thought. Her own father sold her to him in a contract - her freedom for her brother's life. "Didn't you think about this prince before dying?" growled, dragging her from the edge. "If you die... then who will I marry? From whom will I take my revenge?" (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤ Áŕӳáńśh x śáíśhá 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 ...... 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 ,𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 But death didn't claim her. He did. The man s

Sqn. Ldr. Rahul Shergill is serious, disciplined, and lives for his country and family. Flt. Lt. Aisha Rathore, is fearless, chaotic, and impossible to ignore. When their families arrange their marriage, two worlds collide-rigid meets playful, discipline meets chaos, and sparks fly at every turn. Tropes: Arranged love marriage Opposites attract Slow burn Chaotic romance Air force × Air force Protective male lead ( Or pata nahi kya kya 🙂🤌🏻)

Vaishnavi didn't leave Dev to escape him. She left because staying was killing her slower. Separation was supposed to be peace. It became war. Quiet. Invisible. Inevitable. Inside the Rathore mansion, she isn't a princess anymore. Not a daughter. It's not a mistake that can be corrected. She's a trigger. A walking fault line. Every corridor whispers her past. Every shadow feels like it's watching her bleed in silence. She lives in a house that once worshipped her name and now pretends she never existed. And far away-yet dangerously close-Dev feels it. The distance doesn't soften him. It sharpens him. The man who once restrained himself for her is losing his patience with mercy. His aura coils are dark and controlled, burning beneath the surface like magma waiting for a fracture. Every lie the Rathores swallowed. Every truth, Vaishnavi stitched into her silence. Every wound she never named. He feels them all. Because she is no longer shielded by his shadow. And he is no longer protecting the world from himself. This isn't heartbreak. It's a fuse. Because Dev without Vaishnavi is not calmer. He is deadlier. And Vaishnavi without Dev is not safer. She is unguarded. Secrets don't stay buried when two empires breathe the same air. Blood remembers. Trauma leaks. Truth claws its way out. Every step Vaishnavi takes inside that house rewrites the past. Every breath Dev takes outside, it promises destruction. They are still bound. Not by proximity. Not by vows. Not by words. But by a bond, violent enough to burn kingdoms once it snaps back into place. And when they collide again- It won't be emotional. It won't be gentle. It won't be merciful. It will be a reckoning. Because what's coming next isn't love. It's inevitable. 🔥