𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.

𝒀𝒆 𝒒𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂-𝒆-𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒋𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒒𝒂𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒑𝒂𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒂، 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒏، 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒒𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂۔ _______________________________________ Here are a few words you'll only understand when the journey settles in your soul. "वो सूई से कपड़े पर मोहब्बत काढ़ रही थी, और वो खंजर से हाथों पर ज़ख्म।

He shut every door of hope for her... only to become the last door she could knock on. Kanak Agarwal, an Indian Army Captain, is accused of betraying her country, an accusation that costs the nation its finest officer, Captain Shashwat Rajvansh. Hated and misunderstood since childhood, judged by everyone she ever met, Kanak still chose to rise, and to prove herself. Now, trapped under the weight of humiliation and false accusations, she struggles to keep herself from drowning. Just when she tries to surface, there is a hand that pushes her back into the depths... Vihaan Mittal, a reputed lawyer chosen to fight the case against her. Having recently faced the brutal truth about his own father, Vihaan’s faith in human nature has shattered completely. Regretting the mistake of trusting his father once again, he vows never to trust a snake twice. To him, people do not change, they only learn how to hide better. Vihaan feels foolish for ever believing in redemption. And when he watches his brother drown in guilt after losing his best friend, Vihaan decides to deliver justice.

𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. 𝗗𝗿. 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗮𝗵𝗶 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝘁𝗮 has three rules: 1. No distractions. 2. No attachments. 3. Definitely, definitely no falling in love with flirty boys who smile like trouble. Enters 𝗞𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 CEO by day, chaos by personality, and a full-time problem in her perfectly controlled life. He calls her "Sohniye." She calls him "Gadhedo." Everyone else just calls it chemistry. She saves lives with logic. He lives like he's writing his own rom-com. But when fate throws them into the same orbit he tries everything in his power to make her smile to break her walls, bend her rules, and prove that life is meant to be lived, not just managed. She says he's impossible. He says she's in denial. Writer says: Let the drama begin. Because some people are like storms unexpected, overwhelming, and exactly what your heart needed. And maybe... even the most guarded hearts can bloom in the dark.

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Love is blind, so does guilt. Devotion is a virtue, but in the wrong eyes, it turns into blindness. Love is not always gentle-it can be cruel, consuming, and relentless. When fate binds two souls in an unholy vow, the line between worship and possession fades. And in the end, devotion is either a blessing or a curse.

"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.