✨️ᴬ ᵈᵉˢⁱ ˢᵖᵒʳᵗˢ ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ✨️ 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐯 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚, India's cricket star, thrives on the roar of the crowd and the intensity of the game. But when his focus is interrupted by a fleeting glance at 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡, a striking sports journalist, everything changes. For Arav, it's a moment that lingers-he can't shake the image of her captivating eyes and poised presence. Mahira, however, isn't impressed by the cocky cricketer. Professional and determined, she's not one to be easily swayed by fame or charm. Yet, as the game continues, Arav's unexpected talent, wit, and growing connection with Mahira begin to break through her walls. Caught in a whirlwind of tension, sparks, and unspoken feelings, they find themselves in a game of love, where every encounter brings them closer to a match neither of them saw coming. Will Arav win her heart, or will she remain the one that got away?

"You don't even know how fucking perfect you are, do you?" His voice low, rough, vibrating through me. "I could stay right here, kissing you like this... and still never get enough." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ "Do you know how hard it is to see you like this?" His growl dragged over me. "Wet. Vulnerable. And all mine." "Rehan-" His fingers traced up my arm, slow enough to set every nerve on fire. "Your pulse is racing," he murmured, thumb brushing my wrist. "Is it fear, Tara... or something else?" He leaned in, lips ghosting mine. "One day, you'll beg to wear my ring. You'll thank me for tonight." His breath hit my mouth, fingers grazing the edge of my towel- and my knees nearly buckled. "T-These... marriage papers?" His smile sharpened. "Thought you couldn't wait any longer." "I didn't sign this." He stepped closer, heat swallowing the space between us. "Not yet." A whisper. A promise. "But you will." His lips brushed my cheek- deadly, soft, claiming. "Enjoy your birthday, Mrs. Singhania." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ I told myself it was just one night... But he looked at me like it was the beginning of everything.

Let's meet again for the first time. Her mother shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Who will marry you now, when people get to know you were left by Vikram?" Before I could even process what I was doing, the words left my mouth. "I will marry her." ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Aarav Malhotra, I've loved her since I was fourteen. She was my best friend, my partner in crime, and she was supposed to be my partner for life. I was meant to make her mine. But she left. For twelve years, there was no contact. Now, she's my wife, and those feelings I had for her are still there. But my anger, the pain she caused, is much stronger than my love for her. I will make her suffer. She needs to understand how it feels to be broken by someone you care about. Anika Kapoor, I have always loved him. I still do. He promised to be with me in my darkness, save me from it. But he moved on. He never once looked back, and I was stuck in the memories of us. And now, he is my husband. He married me out of obligation. I try to hold on to the memories of the boy I loved, but it's hard when he's standing right in front of me, a stranger in so many ways. The boy who used to make me laugh is gone, replaced by an arrogant, irritating man. Aarav × Anika Will they get played by destiny, or will they fall in love, read their story to find out. TW: sexual content, graphic gore, infertility, sexual harassment

🌌 Whisper's of Destiny 🌌 By @ashii_verse 🖤 "Some stories aren't meant to be told. They're meant to bleed through silence... and leave scars where no one sees." --- Avni. Soft. Subtle. Almost invisible to the world. But beneath her quiet grace lies a storm she's too afraid to name. She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't ask for more. She simply exists - until he sees her. The man no one dares to look in the eye... yet she meets his gaze with trembling honesty. Rajveer. Sharp mind. Cold presence. A man who speaks less and controls more. He doesn't crave love. He craves silence, control, and order. But there's something about her - the way she lowers her eyes when he speaks, the way her fear doesn't hide her truth - that draws him in like a storm waiting to be unleashed. --- ❝ You look at me like I'm human, Avni... ❞ ❝ But I've spent my whole life making sure I'm not. ❞ ❝ And still... ❞ ❝ You make me want to be yours. ❞ --- This is not a love story. This is restraint and desire at war. A girl too soft for his world. A man too dangerous for hers. And a fate that ties them together - not gently, but violently. He doesn't know how to love. She doesn't know how to leave. And somewhere in the silence between them, something begins to burn... slowly, darkly, beautifully. ✨ Whisper's of Destiny - a haunting slow-burn of longing, power, and a love so quiet... it leaves nothing untouched. ---

𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. . . . 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐮𝐤𝐡 A brilliant, soon to be surgeon. Mature yet soft hearted, grumpy at times but endlessly kind, the kind of person who feels too deeply and hides it too well and isn't afraid to stand her ground. Family was everything for her. but have major trust issues. Her life is all discipline and logic... until she met him. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐲 𝐑𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢 A Doctor. A CEO. Cold, distant, and impossibly arrogant, he trusts no one easily not even his own parents, with whom he shares a strained, distant bond. he's a man who believes emotions are a weakness... until Purvi walked into his life and shattered every wall he built. They met in medical college. She was a Junior, He was a Senior She had crush on him at first sight. He knew she was the one the moment he saw her, but never accepted it. Their bond grew quietly, beautifully... until the day he confessed and disappeared, leaving her drowning in the wreckage of emotions he created. Was it truly the end... or just a beginning neither of them expected? Six years later, destiny throws them together again this time as professionals, equals... and strangers bound by unfinished feelings. What will happen when their worlds collide again? . . . . . . . ©️All right reserved

𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢? He questioned tears brimming out of his eyes. 𝐉𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 ?! She replied with great agony controlling her heart. - ★ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐥 𝐀𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐝 ! Strong yet delicate flower. A girl who is burdened with a cursed past and haunted by the dreadful thoughts of her parents death. Her heart ached, yearning and searching for someone desperately. Despite her disinterest in marriage fate intertwined her life with a man who is totally contrast to her. - ☆ 𝐀𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧 ! Not like any guy who grows up and be the heir of their father's business. He was different,he wanted to be a painter, a great one. He wasn't allowed to, but marriage was a deal that opened the doors for him to complete his dream. - ❀✿ They say opposite attract let's see if it's gonna work in the case of Arsalaan and minahil. Will they be able to tolerate each other ? Will they try to make things work out? 𝐓𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 !!

𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐯 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 ⋆⭒˚.⋆𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑰: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ "We are getting married in a week." He stated. I looked at him with my tear filled eyes. He took my both hands in his , slowly caressing them as his gaze met mine. I wondered how he could be so calm in such a situation. "You don't have to marry me. I don't want to be a burden on someone." , I muttered as I slowly averted my gaze from him. " I need you in my life, Miraya. And to answer your question, you will never be a burden on me. NEVER."I quickly looked at him. And to be by his side for this past one hour felt like he was healing something inside me. Something he has never broken. His words seemed odd. And still they were enough to assure me to trust him with my life. "Why?" "I need an heir for my family and your child needs a father. No one will know about this except us. Okay?" ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ Miraya Agnihotri married her bestfriend's only cousin brother, the billionaire Raghav Singhania, to provide a father to her unborn child, and an heir to his family. She had struggled all her student life to fund her education and find jobs to make ends meet for her family, only to never get the love she deserved from them. Her boy-friend promised her their forever future to her and marry her one day but he died in a car accident before she could announce her pregnancy news to him. Will she ever be able to forget her boyfriend and love Raghav more than only as the father to her child? Is this just a marriage-of-convenience or a promise of forever love? Did Raghav really marry her out of pity or was she his chosen bride?

"Let me get this straight," Danish's voice is sharp, his disbelief barely masked. "You want me to pretend to be in love with you?" Kiara tilts her head, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "No, Malhotra. I want you to pretend you never stopped." For as long as Kiara Oberoi could remember, life had been a race she was never allowed to lose. And standing in her way at every turn? Danish Malhotra. Her biggest rival. Her greatest weakness. The boy who knew exactly how to ruin her. They spent their years locked in battle-academic rankings, debate championships, internships, and scholarships-neither willing to give the other an inch. They fought in front of the whole world. They fought when no one was watching. And somewhere in between all those fights, between the sharp words and long stares- they fell. It started with a project that forced them together. Forced them to see past the rivalry, past the competition, past the carefully built walls. Forced them to face the fact that they understood each other in ways no one else ever had. They fought for years-until one night, she gave him everything. And the next day? She destroyed him. "I could never love someone who doesn't even know his own origins." And then, she left. No warnings. No explanations. Just silence. Now, she's back. Same fire. Same hunger. Same boy she left behind-only now, he's colder, crueler, untouchable. And this time, they aren't just academic rivals. They're business enemies. And she needs him to fake date her. She isn't leaving without him this time. She says it's to win a war. He knows it's to win him back. But some fires never die- And this time, they might burn for real.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞✮ ⋆˙ "Wasn't it enough to break my heart that now you're breaking yours too?" Reyansh said, gazing at the divorce papers in his hands, signed by her. "We were never 'us'." Shravani replied, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at the papers he held. Reyansh let out a painful chuckle. "Then what were we, Mrs. Rajvansh?" he questioned, his voice tinged with danger, still fixated on the papers. Shravani remained silent, wiping away a tear. "It was just a coincidence that we met," her gaze shifted to his face, only to be taken aback by his roaring voice, "AND THAT DAMN COINCIDENCE IS CALLED DESTINY." ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ✮ "Ro aap rahin hain, aur dard hume ho raha."✮ ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ✮𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 "I have drowned countless times, enough to realise I am not worthy of resurfacing." ✮𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 "I would cross vast distances, even through the depths of the ocean just for her." [Translations available!!!]

"𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦" ................ "Y-you're married?" It wasn't a question. It was a statement, spoken like an acknowledgment of something he didn't want to believe. Sayantika lifted her head, her face a mask of indifference, while Vedikaa looked up at both of them, confusion etched into her young features. "Were. I was married." Her voice was steady, emotionless. She gripped Vedikaa's hand and began to walk away, but Abhiansh, desperate for answers, grabbed her wrist, halting her steps. The touch sent a shock through them both, years of unsaid words trapped in that single gesture. She turned back, her gaze falling to his hand on her wrist, then lifting to meet his eyes. "It would be better if you left my hand, Mr. Shakhawat. You're here for your work," she said coldly, her words like ice. With a sharp jerk, she freed herself from his grip, and walked away, leaving him to collapse under the weight of everything left unspoken. As she disappeared from view, a broken whisper slipped from his lips. "I'm sorry, Sayantika." ***** Abhiansh Shekhawat was the IG officer who came to investigate a case about a murder,but what happened when he saw the woman he loves more than himself as the widow and the mother of the 4 years old Nahhh!!!! There is still many things to be unfold It's not only a love story....