"Mujhe tumhe marna ya khud marna manzoor hai, Mr. Oberoi. Magar tumse shaadi nahi." Vamika said, her eyes boring into his. "Rayansh, dadi ko bolde tayiyariyan kar lo. Ajj unki Bahu ghar laa Raha hu." Ekaksh filled her maang using his own blood and married her in the same Temple they faught outside at their first meet. "Patni to ap meri hi banengi, lugai ji." ------------------------------------------------------- Vamika Verma never believed in happy endings. Not after growing up in a house that never felt like home. Not after losing the only person who ever loved her and definitely not after agreeing to marry a man she barely knows. Ekaksh Oberoi is cold, controlled, and dangerous - the kind of man people fear without knowing why. Their marriage isn't romance. It's a strategy. She needs access to his family's empire. He doesn't understand why she said yes. And neither of them plans to fall for the other. But secrets don't stay buried. Old blood resurfaces. And the closer they get to the truth, the harder it becomes to tell who the real enemy is. Sometimes love isn't soft...it's war.

"Sometimes we call it hate because love would have ruined us." They used to be inseparable... two boys against the world, bound by a friendship that felt like forever... until it shattered. Now, years later, Kairav Sinha is everything people expect, charming, reckless, the college football captain who doesn't believe in staying. And Ishaan Sehgal? He's the opposite, cold, composed, the student president who built walls no one dares to cross. They've learned how to ignore each other. How to walk past without stopping and how to pretend there's nothing left. But when they're forced into the same space again, it doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like unfinished conversations. Like words that were never said.... Like something that never really ended. And maybe it didn't, because the more they try to keep their distance, the harder it gets to ignore the way their eyes linger at each other... the way it stings to see the other with someone else... the way hate starts to feel a little too much like something else. Maybe some things don't fade or leave. Maybe... the boy he learned to hate was always the one he couldn't let go of.