When two people who have lost their faith in love cross path, something mesmerizing blooms .And when fate begins to play its game , their life gets intertwined in an unbreakable thread. Become a part of this exciting enemies to lover story, featuring two business rivals whose story has been written by fate itself. 22 year old Shivalika Chauhan , dreams of becoming India's most powerful business women . Getting married was never in her list, at least not before healing herself and providing herself the life she deserves . She has never been her papa's princess but she has two notorious best friends who love her whole heartedly and can go above and beyond for her. What will happen when she'll be tied in a sacred bond called as marriage with her enemy? Abhimanyu Singh Rathore , a 28 years old man, the owner of India's leading companies ,for whom money and power is everything . What will happen when he comes to know about the trauma his girl faced, whom he loves more than himself? How will Shivalika and Abhimanyu first meeting be ? Will Shivalika love him for who he is? Will Abhimanyu push her away after knowing her traumas ? To find out, keep reading 'Tamed by Her Fire'

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Heart series 3