Coz he was sunshine, she was midnight rain --- Ivy Kennedy She's a legend before twenty-Hollywood's golden girl, the youngest self-made billionaire, and a model who owns every runway she walks. Ruthless. Unbreakable. A force of nature. The world sees the power, the perfection, the girl who always gets what she wants. But Ivy Kennedy is nothing like the image they adore. Beneath the flashing cameras and cold confidence is a girl drowning in the silence of her own battles. A girl who built her walls too high . A girl who doesn't believe in love, or people who stay. And then, there's him. Lucas Miller With his voice sweeter than honey and his easy smile and fake confidence, Luca is the kind of guy who never has to try. Girls fall at his feet, drawn to the effortless charm, the soft-spoken mystery, the boy who seems to have it all. And he lets them believe that. It's easier that way. Because no one really sees him. No one looks past the playful smirk, the smooth words, the perfectly curated image. No one notices the weight he carries, the past he keeps buried beneath laughter and late-night escapades. No one-except her. Ivy Kennedy doesn't fall for his charm, doesn't play along with his carefully built persona. She sees the cracks beneath the surface. And for the first time, Luca feels exposed. She's a storm, reckless and untouchable. He's sunlight, warm but distant. But maybe-just maybe-she's the only one who can stand in his light without looking away.

Destiny is cruel sometimes. It snatches away a lot from you. Sometimes it snatches the dreams in your eyes and passion in your heart. Dream of living carefree and passion of loving your own life. Meet Yuvraaj Raghav Singh Rathore. The Prince of Udaipur. The name which made every person shiver. Charming, handsome, smart and soon to be king of Udaipur! With his keen observation and preying eyes, he was not only ready to rule his Royal Empire but even ruled the world of Business. He was more then everything a girl would desire. But he lived for only one girl. The beat of his heart. The six year old Megha Kumari Rathore. "Princess where are you" Raghav asked as he came to her room. "It won't work dad. You need to try hard to woo me" She said & came infront of him. "Dad's sorry" He apologized keeping Megha's favorite chocolate on her lap. "You wooed me a little" She said and he smiled a bit looking at her but his heart pained. Pained to see her not able to walk on her own. The wheelchair consuming her made Raghav Singh Rathore feel waste to be a Prince. But The Devil loved his princess more then anything else. For others, he was Yuvraaj Raghav Singh Rathore, The One who no one would want to mess with! Ever! Meet, Dr. Janki Singh . Not A Royal Princess yet Princess of Singh family. A renowned Physiotherapist and a counsellor , who was known for her work as well as her blunt statements. Her smile were cherry on the cake for her gorgeous face but she wasn't just a face to see. She was an epitome of Cheerfulness as well as knowledge of her field. But every smile comes with a price! What will happen when these both get bumped! What Will happen when this doctor meets the Devil Prince! Well, What happens when fire meets Fuel !! Of course a Blast!!

The room was silent-too silent. The kind that made even the ticking clock sound like a scream. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the woman standing at the head of the table. Roohani Singhania. And the reason three grown men were visibly sweating despite the perfectly functioning air conditioning. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked toward the trembling senior executive. The contract in her hand flapped like a death warrant. "You really thought I wouldn't notice this?" Her tone was calm-too calm. The kind of calm that made even the bravest want to run. "Ms. Singhania, I-" The papers landed on the table with a snap. "Get. Out." He didn't wait to be told twice. He bolted, leaving behind his dignity and a very awkward silence. For a moment, the Ice Queen simply stood there, her sharp gaze scanning the table full of terrified subordinates. Then- Clink. A cup of coffee slid to a stop beside her hand. "Extra strong. No sugar. Just how you like it." Her eyes flickered upward, meeting the calm brown ones of Mahir Sehgal-her personal assistant, the only man in the building who seemed immune to her frostbite. "You were five minutes late," she said coolly, though her fingers curled around the cup. "Traffic," he said with a grin that didn't quite hide the teasing in his eyes. "Or maybe I was just waiting for your dramatic exit moment. You know, timing." Her lips twitched-almost a smile.. "Meeting's over," Mahir said, gathering her things with practiced ease.Roohani rolled her eyes and turned, her heels clicking with authority. Mahir followed behind, matching her stride. She was the coldest woman in the business world. He was the only one who could make her laugh... and maybe, one day, melt. But no one-not even the Ice Queen herself-knew that the man who made her coffee also had ice in his veins when he needed to. And this time, she wasn't the only one capable of taming.

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

Ira Sharma has spent her life believing she was never meant to be seen. At twenty-five, she is a brilliant architect and professor, the silent force behind ARC Institute-an institution she owns but never claims publicly. Insecure about her appearance and uncertain of her presence, Ira chooses invisibility over authority, silence over recognition. She leads from the shadows, convinced that softness and strength cannot coexist. Reyansh Malhotra is twenty-seven and already the CEO and Chairman of Malhotra Industries. Distinct, disciplined, and precise, he speaks only when necessary and commands respect without demanding it. Love, to him, is rare-earned, not assumed. Not scarred by heartbreak but shaped by observation, Reyansh learned early that emotions without depth are temporary, and attachments without intention are fragile, he knows it not by experience but by observation. They are each other's first, there is no misunderstanding, no family drama, this is just a sweet love story between them. Let's see how their journey moves from neighbors to friends, from an unexpected marriage to a love neither of them planned-but both chose.

Aria was never loved-only tolerated. A gifted writer reduced to a pretty presence in her own home, she lived in the shadows of a favored sister and the quiet cruelty of a brother who despised her. Her parents buried her dreams, her words locked away in notebooks no one ever read. Smiling in public, breaking in silence-until one tragic night ended her life. Or so she believed. Aria wakes up the next morning in a sleek, high-tech office... alive. Same face. Different aura. A body that looks like hers, but belongs to a powerful world she has never known. Reborn into a life of influence, money, and secrets, Aria is suddenly no longer invisible-and this time, she refuses to stay silent. Enter Reyansh Raichand. A 27-year-old genius heart surgeon, emotionally distant, painfully disciplined, and famously untouchable. Publicly, he's a medical prodigy. Secretly, he's the owner of Relive Hospital, one of the most prestigious hospitals in the world. Reyansh never wanted to be a doctor-his dreams were chosen for him by parents who were too busy to notice the child they were raising. Success gave him everything... except warmth. Two unfinished dreams. One unexpected collision. What begins as sharp banter, accidental meetings, and chaotic misunderstandings soon turns into something neither of them planned-comfort, laughter, healing, and a love that feels terrifyingly new. With no past lovers, no emotional baggage between them, they become each other's first-first love, first trust, first home. This is a light-hearted comedy romance filled with witty moments, slow-burn chemistry, hidden identities, and emotional healing-where the past stays in the past, families remain off-stage, and choosing yourself is the real happily ever after. Because sometimes, the heart needs a new life to learn how to beat again.

Alia Kingsley never had to fight for anything🔥She was born untouchable, ruthless, and breathtakingly powerful! Running her office with cold precision, she doesn't believe in second chances, love ,weakness, or distractions! She's extremely rude , mean , arrogant and cold. She fires people like it's nothing. No one who knows her even think to talk back to her.. Her existence is enough to terrify the whole office She is emotionless and have no space of "love" in her life. Zayn Adam a hot walking disaster✨ Zayn is a clumsy chaotic guy who brings trouble where ever he goes👀 He's insanely hot🌚 When two worlds collide . Zayn Adam become personal assistant of none other Alia Kingsley. It's gonna be fire vs ice Will the ice melt, or the fire be extinguished?🔥❄️ This story contains: 👑 Strong female lead ❤️ Soft,shy but chaotic male lead ⚡ Violence 🔥 Major plot twist 💥 Revenge ⚠️ Abuse (mental, physical, sexual) 💫 Forbidden love ~Language:English~ Simple and easy to understand Total chapters: 59 Completed✅

Born into immense wealth, Anya Mehta was never greedy for power. The only daughter of a top business tycoon, she wanted a quiet, ordinary life-far from boardrooms and corporate wars. While her father dreamed of legacy, Anya's heart chased love, even when it chose the wrong man-one who desired her fortune more than her soul. But fate had other plans. A tragic incident mid-flight changes everything. Anya survives, but the girl she once was disappears. In her place awakens the soul of a fearless entrepreneur-sharp-minded, suspicious, and forged by ambition. A woman who once built an empire from nothing now finds herself reborn into one already waiting to be ruled. Returning home, Anya shocks everyone by stepping into the business world she once feared. Bound by a forced engagement to Rudra Singhaniya, the coldest and most powerful businessman of the era, she walks into a future filled with rivalry, hidden truths, and slow-burning tension. This is no longer the story of an innocent girl in love. This is the rise of Anya Mehta-a woman reborn to dominate, to protect, and to reclaim her destiny.

Unknown to the Accardi family their exists a young, cheerful, bubbly girl who is a part of them. She is the peace they have been searching for past fourteen years. After a tragic incident the reigning ruler of Accardi dynasty was focused on taking revenge leaving his elder sons to take care of their younger siblings. The eldest understanding the gravity of the situation took the role as guardian. He along with the second eldest took care of his siblings. What happens when the revenge is finally taken ? What happens when the Accardi family gets to know about their princess ? Will they be able to adjust to such a big change ?

╰┈➤ ❝No, I'm fine, I'm lying on the floor again.❞ She's a little rabbit amidst a pack of hungry wolves. A prey amidst a pack of predators. A flickering light amidst a jungle of darkness. Her kindness is her vulnerability, a soft heartbeat in the face of merciless, sharp fangs. Yet, in the midst of this peril, there's a quiet strength, a glimmer of innocence that refuses to be extinguished. She may be small, but they aren't the only ones with secrets. How does one go from being a normal 15 year old with the best family she could ask for to being the unknown daughter of a billionaire? From skipping through life like its a path of roses to finding danger in every breath she takes? From dancing to baby shark as she walked home to playing video games in a private jet? Ask anyone, they would say she is a combination of water and fire. A shimmering river that will flow in whichever way you direct her and also a blubbering stumbling fool that might or might not burn down a building if left unsupervised. In her defense the ground is 'madly in love with her' and danger is a 'clingy ex'. Welcome to the life of Palak; a carefree overthinker, a sensitive rock, a withering laughing fool. She doesn't break, but she sure as hell is covered in bruises. This is Palak. An oblivious Mafia Princess. The Bubbly Heiress of Chaos. Will she be able to keep her smile or will she end up loosing it forever?