╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⋮ ⌗𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✧˖°𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘥.°˖✧ Two rivals. One deal. A marriage neither asked for. Samaira Kapoor and Siddharth Tripathi are anything but compatible - sharp-tongued, ambitious, and dangerously competitive. When a high-stakes business merger demands a "power couple," they agree to a marriage of convenience to secure the deal... and keep their families satisfied. What begins as a strategic arrangement slowly unravels into something far more complicated. Beneath boardroom politics and cold stares lie hidden truths, buried pasts, and a spark neither of them expected. In a world full of secrets, can trust be negotiated? Or will love be the costliest clause in their contract?

" 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐧, 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐢 " ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ★ 𝗬𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘁 ᥫ᭡ 𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗶 ★ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Start : 04/Jan/2023 end : 16/June/2023

'MOG'= LOVE 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘! The story revolves around two souls, who are still walking the path of law. 𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘵~ 𝗗𝗛𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗜 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗞𝗔𝗥 ~𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚. (𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹 𝑳𝑨𝑾 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻) 𝗩𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗕 ~𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚. (𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑫 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹 𝑳𝑨𝑾 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻) ••• "Let me help you, those are heavy!" He said while marching towards me. Placing the last book in my already busy hands I shook my head in denial and replied. "Nah, I can help myself." "But the thing is I want to help you, indirectly I'm helping myself. I know my Girl is strong but let me help you." He said, though the last few words were inaudible I still heard it, as the room had minimum noise. Taking every book from my hold, he walked towards the book-bank counter. I stood there dumbfounded. Asking myself, gazing at him. "𝐷𝑖𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑?" And to my surprise, he faced me after he placed the books on the counter and passed me a smile. •••• Let's get to know what these two have to offer us. Tropes: Law students Soft romance Chirpy x Calm Eye communication College romance She fell first and he fell harder Dedicated to author's College CRUSH! 𝐌𝐨𝐠 𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒊~ 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐚~♥︎

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.

#4 in Top10 in India on 14th March 2025 "itni nafrat naa karein ki pyaar ho jaaye 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊" 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 "𝘸𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘲 𝘩𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘺𝘦 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 𝗷𝗶𝗶" she whispered with a smile ________________________________________________________ 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖗 𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖉𝖆 | 𝕾𝖍𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖓 𝖐𝖆𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖎𝖑𝖑 -His Sardarni "Even if you shot me dead today, you know I would still love you in every birth. Every single breath of mine belongs to you, my queen," the man said, tears rolling down his eyes. "I don't care about your love or your care! The only thing I care about is revenge-and today, I'm going to complete it," the woman hissed, tracing the gun along his face. But something twisted inside her. For the first time, the Mafia Queen felt uneasy, while the Mafia Lord knelt before her, refusing to leave the love of his life. "Please don't do this. I beg you," his voice cracked. All his confidence, boldness, and 'I-don't-give-a-damn' attitude had shattered. Her heart hitched, her body froze-she couldn't pull the trigger on the man in front of her. "Even he begged for his life. Did you stop then?" she screamed, gripping his face between her fingers. "At least listen to me-" he began, but she cut him off by pressing her lips against his. This was no longer just revenge. It was obsession, desire, and love strong enough to make a King-no, a Lord-beg for it. ✨ A Desi Dark Royal Romance 🌸 Full of rivalry, hidden scars, stolen glances, and forbidden touches.