Ranvijay Singh Rathore (32), is commanding, stoic, and fiercely protective-a man of few words whose love is expressed through actions. Dominant, stubborn, and competitive, he prioritizes duty and order over overt affection. Niyati Joshi (23), is gentle, empathetic, and graceful, yet quietly strong and independent. She craves love, attention, and emotional connection, navigating her privileged but controlled world with patience and resilience. Their arranged marriage is a clash of contrasting needs: her desire for warmth and reassurance, his controlled, action-driven care. Survival depends on empathy, patience, and understanding, gradually discovering intimacy in unspoken gestures and shared responsibilities.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

"You told them you love me ,huh?" He asks with a raised eyebrows, jaw hardened and eyes narrowed at the shy girl he has hated all his life. She was afraid of his tone,he didn't looked happy with her confession. Was her love going to be unrequited one? "I fuck*** asked you something Ezra! Answer me!" His tone made her gulp,his grip on her arm made her flinch in fear. "Yes" She finally answered looking into his emotionless eyes. Smirking he laughed at her confession,not believing her. "Ezra,do you even know what love is,Oh I almost forgot you are an Orphan,how would you know?" His words were sharp as knife, piercing her healed wounds. She fisted her hands, trying to control her tears. He sighed in frustration running his hand through his hair. "Now mom will not stop till she has made you her daughter in law! Fu**! Why you!" He said ,pacing the room . Oblivion to the tears ,she tried her best to hide. He didn't love her. He never did, she was a fool to even think that he for once did. Hate is all he had for her and those who said hate is the beginning of love,were fools mocking her right now. Gathering the little pride left in her she answers back in a quivering voice. "Yes,I love you. But I don't want anything from you." She says and he stares.Confused at her weird confession. Who says that ? "Nothing you say? Are you playing some brain games girl?" She lowers her eyes and leaves but not before whispering the words that made him feel something after a very long time. "Love is not something to learn ,but to feel Aaron. And I know what I feel. You may name it infatuation and lust,but I proudly call it my selfless love" ....................................................................

A cycle of falling in love, marrying, and falling out again leads to love. Because love is the endgame. __________ The Chauhan's are one of the most influential families in India. Having spread their ties to Healthcare, manufacturing, social services, and Global investments, they are leading the business world along with pulling up the image of a picture-perfect family. In the office, the eldest son owns the reigns but at home, they are bound by the rules of the matriarch - Gayatri Devi Chauhan. She has a set of rules and her children are shackled by them. In the midst of breaking out of them, they make up arrangements. But making an arrangement is easy, and following through is difficult. Join in the journey of the Chauhan siblings diving into complicated relationships that started with an arrangement and ended on the same. __________ Anirudh Chauhan "Dhwani..." He tried stopping her from leaving. "You want 6 more months, right?" She stopped and looked at him past her shoulder "I will give you nothing. You lost all your chances and I have nothing more to give you, not even time." *********** Vidyut Chauhan "You, your presence soothes me in this weird way that I keep coming back to you." She completed with a content smile. "Tara." He took her name gravely as once again his knuckles tightened around the wheel "I am a fraud. An imposter." *********** Rakshit Chauhan "It wasn't a hickey." He started bashfully and her eyes narrowed. "It was a blister I got from the hot water steam. I swear, Shreya. It was nothing but a wound. I did not cheat on you. I will never." "It doesn't matter if you do." She looked away bitterly. *********** Tropes: - Married Strangers - Bestfriends turned enemies - Grumpy × Sunshine - Marriage of convenience - Fake engagement - Forced proximity - Arranged marriage - Multiple lovestories. Updates twice a week Start date: 1st July 2023