NEEDS EDITING He had loved her since the day he had seen her. He was always there, watching her from a distance, witnessing her happy and sad moments. His heart had only longed for her. She believed that love is an illusion, true love doesn't exists. Love destroys hearts and homes, but she was unknowingly falling for him. Her efforts of ignoring him, not loving him never worked and at last she fell for him, hard. He healed a piece of her soul that he never broke, made her believe that love exists and it is the most blissful feeling in the world. He made her his, Adhyay's Akriti

"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.

A story on a man who is perfect on everything and a woman who is imperfect.

~ABHIMAAN MALHOTRA ❤️ SAMANTHA SINGH~ "Tell me, wifey. You were so eager to marry me, huh? Do you have any extra needs that I can fulfill?" she fumed in anger upon hearing his disrespectful words. She raised her hands only to slap him and shut his mouth from saying more harsh words to her. "Don't you dare think that, Samantha," he said, holding her hands tightly. "Let me go, Abhimaan!" she shouted. "Then, why the fuck did you marry me? You are nothing more than a gold digger." Hearing that word broke her level of patience as she lifted her knee and hit him hard on his member. "You better not use that word again, Mr. Malhotra", he groaned in pain, moving away from her. Abhimaan Malhotra, CEO of Malhotra Group of Industries, is nothing but a definition of Greek God by looks and a walking centre of storm. His first love is his business, and the love that lasts has yet to enter his life. Samantha Singh, a girl who is working for not to live a better life but to save her father's last memory, his cafe, by paying off the huge amount of debt. When the crisis hits her hand and she is on the verge of losing everything, there are hard decisions that she has to make, and that involves marrying her father's best friend's son, Abhimaan. Getting into a loveless marriage was the least she would have wanted in her life, but that's what DESTINY means, right? "Divorce me and set yourself free." Abhimaan's cold voice echoed inside the room. "I can't divorce you, Mr. Malhotra," Samantha whispered, tears flowing down her cheeks. "Then accept that you are a gold digger." His voice broke her heart when she realised that she had already fallen for him. "Yes, Abhimaan, I'm a gold digger," she admitted with a barely audible voice, but enough for him to listen. What will happen if the walls start colliding and circumstances make them stand beside each other? WHO WILL DESIRE THE OTHER FIRST? Read "HIS UNWANTED DESIRE" to get all your answers. [Note: Weekly Updates]

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐏𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮 𝐀𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐦 ♡︎♡︎♡︎ 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈 [𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]