˙⋆✮ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Bataiye, kon hai hum aapke?" she cried, broken. In two strides he reached her, grabbed her arm, and turned her around sharply, pulling her into his arms. His arms locked around her trembling body as if he'd never let her go. "Jaan ho tum meri," He whispered harshly against her hair, hugging her tighter as she wept into his chest. *************** Three fucking years since she left. And yet, it feels like yesterday. I didn't stop her. I watched her pack. Silent. Cold. Pretending like I didn't care. Like her walking out of the door wasn't tearing something apart inside me. Maybe I thought if I didn't beg, if I didn't plead, I'd come off stronger. But all I did was let the only woman I ever loved slip through my fingers. And every goddamn day since, I've been living with that choice.

It ought to be one of the most memorable nights of her life, and rightfully it was. But in an unfathomable way. He slammed a hefty pile of paper over the wooden coffee table, with the words Terms & Conditions stretching across the A4 sheet of paper. Underlined and Bold. Underneath were uncountable bullet points, and microscopic letters that filled the whole paper. Perplexed, her tired eyes looked up at him. His usual stern look was smeared across his face, as he stood tall before her, in a tuxedo with his sleeves rolled up. She looked a little further, at his assistant, who was almost always around him, hugging a bunch of files or an iPad; his assistant turned away, avoiding the eye contacts. "One year. Maximum, two. Three Hundred Thousand a month", he utters and the look of sheer confusion on her face intensifies. "It's a contract, Navya ma'am", eventually, his assistant steps in. A contract? 300K a month? What the hell is happening on the night they got married? Her silence persists, and he let's out a loud sigh. "I'll pay you three lakh rupees to be my wife, but I'm not making any commitments", he blurts out and she stared at him, blankly for a whole moment, while her Sabyasachi bridal lehenga weighed down on her. "You work if you want. Stay home if you want. Go out in the middle of the night. Come back home whenever you want. It doesn't matter. I don't care who you're with, what you're doing and where you are. This marriage is nothing but a legal piece of paper. But whatever you do, the media shouldn't utter a word about us under the negative light. Everything I expect from you, I've written it down on the contract and every little thing here has a price".

He was the professor no one could ignore. She was the girl everyone overlooked. Professor Abhimanyu, 32, wasn't just another name on the faculty list...he was a presence. Known for his sharp mind, unmatched work ethic, and an aura of quiet authority, he taught Architectural Design like it was more than a subject... like it was a language of the soul. But he wasn't easy to keep. In just two years, he had already left two prestigious universities...never for better offers, but for something far more rare: his self-respect. He refused to compromise his dignity, no matter the cost. Then came Amrita. A final-year student. Always present, yet invisible. Always silent, yet full of unspoken thoughts. She wasn't the girl people noticed..she was the one they laughed at. The one who tried to fit in but somehow became the punchline instead. Shy. Introverted. "Boring," they called her. But they never really saw her. Because beneath that quiet exterior lived a mind that felt deeply, imagined endlessly, and observed everything. And yes... She had a crush on him. Just like many others. But unlike them, hers wasn't shallow admiration. It was something softer. Something deeper. She didn't just notice his looks, she noticed the way he spoke about design, the way he stood by his principles, the way he never pretended to be someone he wasn't. And maybe... he noticed something too. Not the loudest voice in class. Not the brightest attention-seeker. But the girl who stayed back, whose designs carried emotions no one else could draw, whose silence spoke louder than words. What happens when a man who values dignity above everything meets a girl who has never been valued at all? When admiration turns into understanding... When silence turns into connection... When two completely different worlds begin to align.. A story begins. Not loud. Not rushed. Not perfect. But real. Ranks - No.1 in Slowburn (24 feb 2025)

This is the story based on the current track but there are some changes like murari is revealed to be the real shikhar and he turns good and marries divya. In this story there are some more twists, first and foremost lavanya is not a chipkali and has come back for rakshit and with the help of pisachini has made everyone think that drishti is having an affair with shikhar and is staying with rakshit only for money ehich made everyone hate her and rakshit divorces her and is ready to marry lavanya while divya is in a confused state ehere she cannot see drishti this brocken and on the other side she hates her because of the misunderstanding. Then to add twist in the tale there is entry there is entry of one of the best business man in India gautam mathur (gautham rode), what is his connecton with drishti and romi? forms the rest of the story. there are some character changes aswell like rakshit has another younger sister eho is elder tp rashi who is vedhika (pankhuri awasthy) while drishti's adoptive parents are someone else and not chacha and chachi but is a very wealthy person who loves drishti and his sons immensly and drishti is also not a PA but has been doing it only to find her sister, there are also som sanjiivani characters added in the cast and also simone singh is also there in the cast and rakshit father is still alive in this story. All the mysteries will be solved as we proceed with the story. Hope you all like it.

Just imagine your favorite characters Drishti being one of Bollywood's famous stars and Rakshit being a businessman who hates actresses, what do you think will happen? How will their paths cross? Drishti is one of the Bollywood's famous stars and is lively, cheerful, filled with joy and is always happy and with a smile but behind the brightest of her smiles, there is a whole lot of sorrow that no one is able to see! Everyone sees her as a star with everything but deep down inside she's breaking without letting anyone know of the pain she is going through. Rakshit is one of the best businessmen in India, arrogant, rude ruthless you name it he is all of hate in one, his employees dread him, his rivals envy him or rather fear him. He is the boy if every girl's dreams but none seems to catch his eye. He doesn't like a single actress as he feels all they want is money! All of this is on the outside but inside is a soul that is broken which wants to be repaired. He is still suffering from something in the past, he hides his sorrow or rather his guilt of that day with his anger! These are two strangers who have never met but are linked together by one night that changed both of their lives for the worse, the past that both of them never want to go back to but haunts them every single day of their lives. She has never met him nor has he met her but they both have a connection that they will never be able to break! Will their destiny bring a brighter future for them both? Will they be able to find solace in each other? And most importantly they have no powers.

" Oh boy look at you " Damini said evilly. " Just leave me alone Damini. Get lost. " Rakshit roared. " Tch! Tch! You have forgotten your manners. Haven't you? Don't worry I'm there know sweetheart I'll teach you everything. " Damini said with a smirk. " You can't do anything. I'm not the same boy anymore. " Rakshit challenged. ********************************** " What?? What did you just say? " I asked in disbelief. " I WANT YOU TO DIVORCE ME " he said loudly. " And why you want me to do that? " I asked him with same intensity. ******************************* Rakshit Shergill, 27yrs, rude and cold hearted guy. A total workaholic who works day and night to avoid his past. An Engineer by profession. He's like a coconut. Hard from outside and soft from inside. Never cares for anyone but once he care and love a person he'll do anything for them. Drishti Sharma, 24yrs, cute and bubbly girl. She spreads happiness. She never likes depressed people. A teacher by profession. Can do anything for her loved ones. But soon circumstances arise and these two are forced to tie knot and are unknown to each other by every means. Join them to know what happens in their journey.

Mahi sees the world in ancient symbols. Avantika hides her truths in beautiful spaces. To the world, they're just artists. Dreamers. Lovers of beauty. But behind closed doors-they're chasing secrets too dangerous to be seen. Darshan Raval, whose music calms Mahi's inner storms. Shubman Gill, who sees through Avantika's chaos. They love them deeply-but they don't know the whole story. When memory becomes a map, and the past refuses to stay buried, some truths aren't just found-they're uncovered. A story of hidden lives, quiet love, and the ache of risking everything for the truth. Dive in-nothing is what it seems.

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Welcome to the story where you will find a lot of mistakes. But the biggest is made by the leads or the author Many things come in their way to break them. Will they survive👸❤️ 🤴or fall apart. This is not a long story.

She didn't believe in birthday wishes. He never thought a letter could change him. But when a quiet girl's pain reaches a singer's heart, everything begins to shift. A story of found family, letters, unexpected healing, and a connection that speaks louder than words. Read on to find out what happens when a quiet girl's story finds the right ears.