Sejal & Rishabh - A Love Story of Ice and Fire Sejal Jaiswal was warmth-kind-hearted yet fierce, always carrying a fire within her. Rishabh Chavan, on the other hand, was a storm-intense, unpredictable, and unrelenting. They were opposites in every way, constantly clashing like fire and ice. But somewhere between their heated arguments and stubborn silences, an undeniable tension wove them together. He frustrated her beyond words, testing her limits with his arrogance and possessiveness. She, in turn, drove him mad with her resistance, her refusal to yield to his charm. Yet, no matter how much they pushed each other away, the magnetic pull between them was impossible to ignore. As their argument continued amidst the pouring rain, Sejal's saree gradually turned transparent, revealing the contours of her body beneath. Rishabh couldn't help but steal glances at her, his eyes lingering on her soaked form with a mix of admiration and desire. Sejal, feeling the intensity of Rishabh's gaze, blushed profusely, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and a hint of excitement. Her heart raced as she caught him checking her out, sending shivers down her spine. "Mr. Chavan, what are you doing?" Sejal protested, trying to maintain some semblance of composure despite the undeniable attraction between them. Rishabh, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them, reached out and gently pulled Sejal closer. "I can't help it, Ms. Jaiswal," he confessed, his voice low and filled with longing. "You look absolutely stunning, even in the rain." Sejal's breath hitched. "This isn't the time for compliments, and I told you not to call me that," she chided, though her tone betrayed her resolve. Ignoring her protests, Rishabh cupped her face, his gaze burning into hers. "My wife, I can't deny how I feel about you," he murmured. As the rain poured around them, their hearts raced, trapped in a storm they never wanted to escape.

She looks up at me, taking a step forward and smiling slightly, "How can I ever get hurt when I have you here to protect me?" "But you could have gotten hurt," I murmur softly, hanging my head and feeling my shoulders drop, the tension seeping from my body. "No. Stop," She cuts me off sternly but tenderly, "Don't talk like that, Reece. I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay," She speaks softly, reaching her hand up to gently brush her thumb over my cheek, just under the cut that's there. "We're okay," I repeat, taking a small step closer to her. She nods with a small smile, moving her hand down from my cheek and instead placing the palm of her hand on my chest, right over my heart. I know she can feel how fast my heart is beating. I just don't know why it's doing that. ~ Reece Carter is the bad boy of Northwood High. He smokes and he fights. He has countless tattoos covering his body. And he doesn't care about anything or anyone else. Layla Stevens is your average seventeen year-old girl, just trying to get through high school, with the friends she loves and doing the things she loves. When these two cross paths accidentally in an unusual way, they leave and never expect to speak to each other again. But fate has other plans. Layla finds her way into Reece's life and Reece doesn't know what to do about it. This ray of Sunshine suddenly meant something to him. She understood him when it seemed like no one else did. And he protected her from everyone who tried to hurt His Sunshine. Get ready for a story filled with bad pick-up lines, twin telepathy and a lot of fighting. Like, a LOT. Thanks for that one, Reece.

Book #1 of Twins series. Mayaan Kapoor, a successful and powerful business tycoon who rules the world of business with an iron fist. On the surface, he appears arrogant and cold, but hidden beneath that stern demeanor is a complex man with many emotions. Ishqi, on the other hand, is a young and bubbly first year MBA student, who was left an orphan at a young age. Despite her tragic past, she remains hopeful and optimistic, and has a lively and cheerful personality. What will happen when these two opposites are thrown together in a forced marriage, against her will , without knowing the reason behind it. "Aapke Sanam ki kasam hai aapko , tell me each and everything about them" She exclaimed , asking him about her parents. "Sanam tumhari kasam sar aankhon par" He said calmly.