"I hate you, Rudransh Khanna, I hate you." Her eyes were showing one emotion, hate and her voice- rage. "Oh, trust me Miss, Yati Oberoi sorry sorry Mrs. Yati Rudransh Khanna feelings are mutual." ************************************************************************************************ "Chale kyun nahi jaate meri zindagi se." Tears streamed down from her face. "Mohobbat hogyi h tumse, nahi reh paaunga tumhare bina. Bs ek mauka dedo, tumhe bhi mujhse pyaar ho jaayega." He wiped her tears but his own eyes betrayed him. ************************************************************************************************* Rudransh Khanna: A 26 year old cold, ruthless man. He is a Politician inside whom a boy lives who wants to escape reality. Rudransh is charming but a living danger, who wants revenge. But will he be able to take revenge? Or he will lose his heart and soul to her? Yati Oberoi: A 24 years old doctor. She is known for her calm and soft personality until someone mess with her, she turned completely opposite. Her only believe is 'Kalyug h, jo jaisa h uske sath waise hi bankr raho. Yanhan acchaiyan bhi muft mein nahi aati.' ************************************************************************************************* What will happen if the cold ruthless politician will meet a calm and soft doctor? Will he make her life a hall? Or will he beg her to stay/ Let's dive into the book to them.

No one truly knows what their destiny holds, right? I was just as unaware until I discovered my own. My wife was once a crush of mine-someone I thought I'd never encounter again. Yet here we are, in the same room. She is my wife, and I am her husband. She has changed; she is no longer the soft, fragile person I used to know. Now, she is bold and independent. Her heart feels like it is caged, kept hidden so that no one can read her like an open book. I am Agastya Singhania, her husband, and she is Sanaya Agastya Singhania. We are like two different poles, each with our own distinct personalities.

#ʙᴏᴏᴋ-1 ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛy ᴀᴀʀɪᴢ ᴋʜᴀɴ x ꜱᴀɪʀᴀ ᴋʜᴀɴ ~ The moment they reached the Khan Mansion, Aariz didn't even bother to hit the brakes properly. He drove the car straight into the garden, the tires ripping through the green, people scattering and screaming in horror as the car hurtled straight toward the wedding aisle like a raging bull. Inside, Qazi Sahib had been waiting patiently for over thirty minutes. Saira hadn't uttered a single word, her lips sealed, her eyes on the door, silently praying for someone who never came... Until now. The sound of the engine roared into the wedding hall, and she saw him-her Aariz. A slow, stunned smile tugged at her lips. Everyone stood up. The wedding came to a halt. Aariz slammed the car door open and walked out with thunder in his steps. His black shirt's top three buttons open, hair disheveled-eyes glowing like hellfire. In his right hand, a gun, straight and deadly, pointed at Rehan. "STOP THIS WEDDING..." he growled, his voice deeper than death itself, "...or I will turn this hall into blood bath" A gasp erupted across the crowd. Without another second wasted, Aariz pressed the trigger. The bullet tore through the air. But at the last second, Ayaaz pushed his arm upward and the shot went flying into the air. People screamed and ducked. Chaos. "Aariz! Control, dammit!" Ayaaz shouted, voice shaking. Aariz's face snapped toward him, madness swimming in his bloodshot eyes. "How do you expect me to CONTROL MYSELF when this ba**ard dares to marry MY WIFE?!" Saira's eyes widened. My wife? But... hadn't he signed the papers?