They hardly knew each other, when the scared knot of marriage tied them together. And love? That's the last thing on their minds. She's the sunshine- warm, sweet and ever loving. He's the storm- cold, ferocious and convinced that "love" is another useless word lasting in the dictionary. Hardly ever able to stand one another, an invisible string always brought them together. But now, The Reluctant Vows seemed to blur everything.

What began as a marriage forged in revenge was never meant to bloom into love. For Shivansh Randhawa, Prarthana was supposed to be nothing more than a pawn - a woman caught in the crossfire of his wrath, the right person at the wrong time. But somewhere between fire and fury, she became his undoing, the one he could neither let go nor live without. Yet their love is anything but simple. With every stolen moment of closeness comes a storm waiting to break them apart. Enemies circle like vultures, old betrayals claw their way back into the present, and the ghosts of Shivansh's past demand a price too heavy for any heart to bear. Even those they trust harbor daggers sharp enough to bleed them dry. Together, Shivansh and Prarthana must learn to fight not only the world but also the shadows within themselves. Because if they falter, if they let the chaos swallow them, their love won't just end, it will destroy them.

Trying something on #PraShiv A Few small Shots on "What happened after HER Confession" 💙✨

Shivansh "Shiv" Randhawa, a ruthless, cold blooded mafia king who build his empire on fear and blood. No one dared to cross him, no one dared say no....no one....until Prarthana Malhotra did. Prarthana was an ordinary girl with extraordinary burdens. She carried the weight of her family on her shoulders alone, her younger brother's education fees, her father's critical operation and the countless responsibilities that never seemed to end. She had no time for distractions, no space for love... least of all a man like Shivansh. But fate brought their world colliding. For the first time, Shiv falls in love, not with money or power, but with her innocence. But Prarthana rejected his advances, his gifts, his charm, refusing to be part of his dangerous world. That's when admiration turned into obsession. He followed her everywhere. He memorized her routines. He made her world revolve around him, whether she liked it or not. For Prathana, he was danger wrapped in charm, a storm she couldn't let close. For Shiv, she was not just a girl, she was his weakness, his salvation, his obsession, the one thing he couldn't, wouldn't, let slip away. And in his world, love was never gentle, it was possession, "Haasil" "Prarthana Malhotra meri thi, meri hai, aur meri hi rahegi. Aur jo cheez Shivansh Randhawa ko ek baar pasand aa gayi... woh usse haasil karke hi chodta hai" How will Prarthana protect herself and her family? Will she give in to Shiv's obsession or will she fight to escape the world he is determined to make her's? or Will she fall for him and change him with her love? Read the story to know... ********************************************** A PraShiv ff

Shivansh Sir, app pe definitely kissi cheez ka saya hai! When Shivansh first heard his assistant, Jay, and his receptionist, Miss Kashyap, claim he was being haunted by something supernatural, without letting them see his dread and anxiety, he dismissed them with an expression colder than Antarctica. When they continued to insist, he subjected them to a glare hotter than hell until they flew out of his office. But as time went on, much to his misery, it all made sense. Otherwise, why did he feel someone's presence around him? Why did he feel being watched by something unseen? The clinking of bangles and tinkling anklets, the enchanting scent of jasmine following him around in the dark, the faint whispers of his name in the most melodious voice he had ever heard, none of that could be explained. One night after being visited by a temptress, a siren, a Jinn, a Yakshini, or whoever that alluring entity was, Shivansh was convinced that indeed, he was being haunted. Or Following the car accident, Shivansh loses memory of the past six months of his life and thinks Prarthna is a supernatural being who is trying to bewitch him. A fun take on the memory loss track, as I remain fascinated by the notion that 'mind forgets but the soul & body remember,' and couldn't resist writing something about it. 😛 Started writing on: 6/8/25 - Punlished on: 3/9/25 - Completed on:

"Mr. Raichand..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Aditya..." he murmured, eyes burning into hers. "Say it." He pulls her close in a spin, her hair whips against his jaw, making him smirk as he tightens his hold on her waist. His palm slides slowly from the curve of her back to the side of her thigh as he guides her movements, making her shiver but forcing herself to stay composed. She swallowed, lifting her chin, meeting his gaze. Something shifted. They were no longer husband and wife bound by arrangement, but two souls locked in a storm. "Aditya.." Aaradhya whispered, her voice seductive. Aditya inhaled a sharp breath his hold tightning on her. Their steps grew sharper. Her leg hooked around his thigh in a daring cross, her slit revealing flashes of skin that made his jaw clench. His hand gripped her back, dangerously low, daring her to protest. Every turn, every press, every snap of their heels told a story anger, desire, unspoken hunger. The music built to its peak. Aditya spun Aaradhya one last time, then caught her in a deep, breathtaking dip. Her hair brushed the marble floor, her lips inches from his. The crowd erupted in applause, but they didn't hear it. Aditya pulled her upright, holding her tight, chest to chest. His lips hovered by her ear. "Mrs. Aditya Raichand," he whispered. "An arranged marriage. Two broken souls. One uncertain future." 👨‍⚖️Aditya Raichand - Once the heart of every room, a boy full of life, laughter, and love. Now? Cold. Distant. Ruthless. A man who buries kindness beneath layers of silence. He trusts no one-not even himself. 👩‍⚕️Aaradhya Malhotra - Once a lively, fearless dreamer who spoke her heart out. Now? Quiet. Guarded. Broken. Her smiles are rare, her past a wound she never talks about. Forced into an arranged marriage by their families, their worlds collide.🤵‍👰‍ They don't believe in love. They don't believe in healing. And they definitely don't believe in each other.

She was a lawyer-sharp with words, unyielding with her truth. He was a heart surgeon-steady hands, a guarded soul who stitched broken hearts, yet his own carried scars deeper than any scalpel could cut. Fate didn't plan their meeting at a café, nor at a wedding... it brought them together in the most twisted way-through a fifteen-year-old boy's fight for justice. Aditya Bedi was gone too soon. His death was not natural, not accidental-it was something darker, hidden under white coats, hospital walls, and courtroom oaths. Akshara Goenka takes the case with fire in her veins, determined to uncover what truly happened. But standing opposite her in court, tangled in the same truth yet fighting from a different side, is Dr. Abhimanyu Birla-the very surgeon accused of negligence in Aditya's death. What begins as a battle of evidence soon turns into something more-a storm of suspicion, obsession, unspoken emotions, and a love so forbidden, it trembles under the weight of secrets. In a world where justice bleeds and love cuts deep, can Akshara and Abhimanyu survive each other-or will they destroy one another?

Prathana Malhotra had never believed in fate. She believed in choices, in love, and in carving her own destiny-especially when it came to Raunak Randhawa, the boy who taught her how to love. Their love was quiet, hidden in stolen glances and secret promises. He was her forever. Or so she thought. But forever has a cruel way of changing shape. When the Randhawas announce Prathana's marriage-not to Raunak, but to his elder brother Shivansh-her world shatters. Tradition, family honor, and helpless silence pull her into a wedding she never asked for. Her heart mourns the love she left behind as she steps into a new life she never chose. Shivansh Randhawa-stoic, unreadable, and maddeningly composed-was never supposed to be part of her story. Yet, from the moment they are pronounced husband and wife, she senses a storm brewing behind his calm eyes. He never looked at her like a sister. In fact, he never looked at her the way a brother-in-law should. One night, under the weight of confessions and unspoken truths, Shivansh breaks the silence. "I never wanted you to be my brother's bride," he says. "Because from the very beginning... I wanted you to be mine." And just like that, everything she thought she knew begins to unravel. This is not the love story she imagined. But it just might be the one she was meant to live.

These are one shots of the Abhira family. Not related to the original story. They are just my imagination for entertainment purposes.

She was a quiet soul with a sketchbook. He was a guarded businessman with a plan. When Prathana unknowingly marries Shivansh in an arrangement secretly orchestrated by him, their story begins with silence, soft glances, and unspoken truths. But in the small spaces between arguments, teasing smiles, and jealous stares, love finds its way. A tale of slow-burn romance, emotional intimacy, and the kind of love that blooms quietly-until it becomes everything.