In a time when radios played Lata's songs and letters carried feelings deeper than words ever could, she met him-on the first day of college, twenty years after India gained independence. He wasn't a freedom fighter, but he freed something in her. A smile. A feeling. A love she never dared to name. He loved sitars when the world had moved on to guitars. He loved books, children, music... and she? She loved him. Quietly. Completely. From behind the veil of silence every sanskaari girl was taught to wear back then. He was the boy every girl admired. She was that quiet girl-who changed herself, little by little, just to be noticed. While he chased dreams and disappeared into the world, she stayed behind-with ink-stained fingers and a heart that beat only for him. She doesn't know where he is now. But she remembers the way he once looked at her, like she mattered. And now, decades later, all she has are her memories... and a diary that was never really about her. It was always about Him.

What happens when a college boy accidentally gets married... and has no place to keep his wife except his BOYS HOSTEL ROOM? Secret marriage ✔ Boys hostel ✔ Crazy friends ✔ Endless comedy ✔ Unexpected romance ✔ Rules break honge. Secrets chhupenge. Love grow karega,slowly, secretly. This is not just a love story, it's a rollercoaster of laughter, friendship, chaos & emotions 💕 Read to know how long a wife can stay hidden in a boys hostel and what happens when love starts getting real.

There are moments that don't just change lives. They divide them into before and after. Moments where everything you believed was unbreakable quietly begins to slip, not with noise or warning, but with a stillness so heavy it feels wrong. He looked at them. Really looked. Like he was searching for something that refused to be found. And then, with unsettling calm- "Who are you?" The world did not shatter. It kept moving. The monitors still beeped. The city still breathed. The morning still came. Only four lives... stopped. Because the man who had once been their anchor-the one who had raised them, shielded them, bled for them-now looked at them like strangers standing too close. Because in that single question, years of love lost its meaning, and the strongest bonds were reduced to something terrifyingly fragile. As if they had never existed at all. Final book in SINGHANIA BROTHERS saga!

‟Shall we go home?″ he asked the boy gently. He shrugged. ‟I already booked a cab-″ Shivaay shook his head. ‟Home, Eshvik.″ he pressed on the first word. That made his expressions change. For the first time in days, the sorrow in him was replaced by some other emotion. Namely, shock. ‟Y-your house?″ ‟Our house.″ Shivaay confirmed. He stood up, looking down at his feet. ‟She'd have never wanted that.″ he mumbled more to himself than to him. ‟But that's the arrangement we agreed upon. Were anything to happen to her before you turned 18, your legal guardianship would transfer to....to you know who.″ he shrugged. Eshvik swallowed hard. ‟Bhaiya?″ it had been ages since he tasted that word on his tongue.

Yuvaan Rajpoot is a free-spirited rockstar whose world revolves around music. Fame, wealth, and adoration follow him wherever he goes, yet his heart remains untouched. Love has never interested him, and second chances are not something he believes in. His universe consists of only two people, the mother who shaped his life and the best friend who shares his soul. Determined to write his own destiny, Yuvaan has no idea that his fate was sealed long ago, on his seventh birthday. The truth? He has never truly been a bachelor at all. Roshni Chauhaan's fate was sealed the same day. Bound to an unwanted marriage when she was only three days old, her future was tied to a man she had never met. Fierce, independent, and unwilling to bow to society's expectations, Roshni dreams of becoming a doctor. She has spent her entire life fighting for her freedom and has sworn never to become Mrs. Yuvaan Rajpoot. But fate has other plans. When circumstances force Yuvaan and Roshni under the same roof as husband and wife, sparks fly, tempers clash, and long-buried secrets begin to surface. As love, revenge, friendship, and family loyalties collide, they find themselves trapped between the lives they chose and the destiny chosen for them. Can they break the shackles of fate and forge their own paths? Or will they become mere pawns in a game that was decided long before they were born?

"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.

"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.