A forced marriage under protection, A young woman with dreams, soft adult romance, and chaotic desi families. Akshay Malhotra- A 26-year-old protective IPS officer, who's caring and soft personality is masked by his sarcastic and tough demeanor. He has never believed in love until he marries his wife Aaravi, under extenuating circumstances to protect her. Aaravi Patil- A 21-year-old IAS aspirant, who strives to follow in her deceased father's footsteps and devote her life to serving her country. She's brave, fearless, and doesn't hesitate to speak her mind. She oftentimes uses humour to mask her inner turmoil and problems. Always fiercely independent, things change for her when she's forced to marry her father's previous officer, Akshay.

She didn't tame his fire. She fed it. He was a decorated war hero-Major Abhiyendra Singh Agnihotri, a Para SF officer known as Firestorm. Trained to kill. Built to survive. Haunted by a past buried beneath medals and missions. Love? That was collateral damage he never allowed. She was a phantom in plain sight-Sharanya Vaidehi Kashyap, undercover as Maithili Sharma. A RAW field agent and Indian Army Captain, forged by pain, fueled by vengeance. Her scars were maps. Her silence was fire. And love? That was a weapon she never learned to wield. In the snow-kissed shadows of Kashmir, two storms collide. Assigned to the same covert operation, their paths cross under false names, real danger, and secrets deeper than the snowdrifts around them. He doesn't know she's a spy. She doesn't know he's already drowning in her fire. But war has rules. Missions have boundaries. Love doesn't. When betrayal runs in blood and every heartbeat risks exposure, will they fight their pasts-or ignite a future neither of them dared dream?

'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

After so many years, they crossed paths with each other as strangers... While unfolding mysteries, they found themselves in an unexpected journey of love, friendship, rivalry, and blurry childhood memories.. © Copyright Notice © 2026 all right reserved This story is an original work of fiction created by the author. All characters, events, locations, and dialogues are fictional unless otherwise stated. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this work may be copied, reproduced, translated, redistributed, or published in any form without the author's prior written permission.

🌌 Whisper's of Destiny 🌌 By @ashii_verse 🖤 "Some stories aren't meant to be told. They're meant to bleed through silence... and leave scars where no one sees." --- Avni. Soft. Subtle. Almost invisible to the world. But beneath her quiet grace lies a storm she's too afraid to name. She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't ask for more. She simply exists - until he sees her. The man no one dares to look in the eye... yet she meets his gaze with trembling honesty. Rajveer. Sharp mind. Cold presence. A man who speaks less and controls more. He doesn't crave love. He craves silence, control, and order. But there's something about her - the way she lowers her eyes when he speaks, the way her fear doesn't hide her truth - that draws him in like a storm waiting to be unleashed. --- ❝ You look at me like I'm human, Avni... ❞ ❝ But I've spent my whole life making sure I'm not. ❞ ❝ And still... ❞ ❝ You make me want to be yours. ❞ --- This is not a love story. This is restraint and desire at war. A girl too soft for his world. A man too dangerous for hers. And a fate that ties them together - not gently, but violently. He doesn't know how to love. She doesn't know how to leave. And somewhere in the silence between them, something begins to burn... slowly, darkly, beautifully. ✨ Whisper's of Destiny - a haunting slow-burn of longing, power, and a love so quiet... it leaves nothing untouched. ---

"Excuse me!! How dare you to talk to me like this?? Do you know who I am?" He roared at Vanika in loud voice pointing his index finger towards her. "Prime minister ke bete ho tum?? By growing this beard and height, are you thinking that you are training commander? Listen Mr. Whatever, I don't give a damn about your identity. So just leave my way." Vanika said putting his finger down by her index finger. He gave her a death glare and left from there while she smirked . ******************************************************** She was standing in line with other IPS candidates but suddenly gets 440 volt shock when the same man she fought with came to stage throwing sharp glares at Vanika and said - "Good morning Candidates. I am Nirmay Oberoi your training commander. And from now you all will be trained under my guidance in these 11 months." ******************************************************** But both of them did not know that the tale which has started will go "𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈".

She was the girl who never spoke up. He was the boy who couldn't. Saanjh has always followed the rules - the good daughter, the quiet listener, the perfect bride-in-making. But behind her composed silence lies a heart aching to be heard. Then comes Vihaan - the boy with ink-stained fingers, untamed thoughts, and a voice the world rarely hears. Once silenced by selective mutism, Vihaan now chooses his words carefully... and his people even more so. He doesn't speak much - but when he does, it feels like poetry. Their connection is not loud. It doesn't come with grand confessions or dramatic moments. It comes in shared glances, late-night scribbles, and quiet understanding. In a world that punishes softness, their silence becomes rebellion - and their love, a sanctuary. A tender, aching tale of two misfits who find in each other the courage to be seen, to be heard, and to be entirely themselves - no apologies, no noise, just truth. Some stories don't need words to be felt. Some loves begin in silence... and never stop speaking.