Two lives. Two continents. Five years. One unfinished story. He built a place of comfort- warmth he eventually learned to give. She built a name in Delhi- colors she refused to forget. Then the phone rang. Now he's on a plane, watching clouds swallow the sky. She's in a hospital corridor, watching monitors track heartbeats. In a few hours, the door will be pushed open. And everything will begin again. ----- A continuation for those who remember them from ❝Kaash Mohabbat Na Hote❤️‍🩹❞... and a beginning for those meeting them for the first time.

Sometimes your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows. This is the story of Aranv and Khushi who were only meant to be passengers on a short journey but when someone they both love more than anything comes in between them and change their journey, what choice do they have? Arnav, father of a 3-year-old girl finds the best nanny one could ask for. Khushi, a final year Child Phycology student finds the best job in the world. He is introverted when she is extrovert, He is short-tempered when she is soft-spoken, He is unreasonable when she is being reasonable, He is irrational when she is rational, He has a heart full of hatred and anger while she has a heart full of love and empathy He believes in revenge and she believes in forgiveness, He hates love and she loves love, But the common thing they both have is their affection for Arnav's 3-year-old Sifu. For Khushi, it was only a job. She loved kids, Sifu is an amazing kid and her handsome devil of a boss is hardly home so Khushi had nothing to fear. But what happens when Arnav starts to spend more time at home? Khushi knew she is attracted to her ruthless boss. For Arnav, she was a nanny for his baby girl. She was professional and she loved Sifu as her own. Sifu loved being around Khushi so what's the problem? The problem started when he also enjoyed being around Khushi. Please join this will they won't they story to find out what has been stored for these two individuals.

✨ His Quiet Obsession Abhignya Rai Chowdhury left home years ago with no intention of ever looking back. Now an architect in Jodhpur, she has built a life defined by independence, ambition, and carefully hidden loneliness. Hridhan Prathap Singh Shekhawat has spent his entire life bound by duty. As the crowned prince of Jodhpur and CEO of Shekhawat Enterprises, control is the one thing he never allows himself to lose. But the more time he spends around her, the harder it becomes to ignore the feelings he was never supposed to have. Because some obsessions are never loud. They live quietly until they consume everything.

Betrayed on the bed that was meant to be theirs, Arnav Singh Raizada walks out of his own life and vanishes into the night. No goodbye. No corpse. Just silence. Three years later the fashion world trembles at a single set of initials: ASR. A man without a public face. A verdict without appeal. Cross him and you don't lose money; you lose the right to exist. Yet even monsters have a weakness. She appears like a quiet sin-soft voice, fearless eyes, the only living soul who dares to touch the burn scars on his heart. One look at her and the beast inside him forgets how to breathe. But the wife who laughed at his name is still legally his, still venomous, still starving for the empire he now owns. And when her jealousy fixes on the girl who holds ASR's last shred of humanity, hell is granted permission to open. His wife wanted royalty. She's about to discover what it costs when the king comes home wearing blood instead of mercy. He will peel her world apart, layer by slow layer, until she begs for the poverty she once mocked. And through every scream, every headline, and ruin, only one question will remain: When the fire finally dies, will there be anything left of Arnav Singh Raizada... or only the ashes that still burn for her? Welcome to the story of Arnav Singh Raizada and Khushi Kumari Gupta.

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

Khushi, a normal girl with a humble background moves in the elite circles of her college. All thanks to her best friend, Lavanya Kashyap, the most popular and rich girl in college. But will their friendship survive when Khushi crushes hard on La's magnetic and handsome boyfriend Arnav Singh Raizada?

The story is completely diffent then original serial , you can read the story even if you didn't watch the serial. Khushi had always loved him-her brother's best friend, the one she was never supposed to look at that way. Arnav never noticed her... until he did... And when he fell, he fell harder than he ever imagined. But some loves arrive wrapped in impossibilities. Would the love survive in the end? Disclaimer: characters are not owned by me but the story is mine

Khushi is a NYPD detective and ASR is a business mogul. They meet while investigating a case where he is a person of interest. Let the sparks fly. All the credit for the character and scenes goes to the original owner of the tv series.

In spite of being an ardent follower of IPKKND, I know the show has serious social issues which were conveniently ignored in the name of artistic expression. This is my may of removing those stigmas. The characters and story of Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon is not owned by me and all the credits for them goes to the original creators of the show, including the images used.

He thought he had it all planned perfectly but now he was about to find out he had never been the writer of his own destiny and the destiny he had tried to carve for himself was nothing but a illusion. Join me on this new story as Arnav tries to fight for Khushi's love and on his way he realises the people he knew had their own secrets as the wolves in sheeps clothing are exposed.