Avni Deshmukh is a cute and sweet drama queen who loves to light up every place she walks into with her sparkling energy and endless drama. Rishi Malhotra is silent and cold, a man who opens up to only a few chosen people. They hate each other from bottom of their hearts, yet destiny plays its game and ties them together in an accidental marriage: not arranged, not forced, not a contract. How will these two opposites handles their marriage? Will they learn to stay together or walk separate paths? And most importantly...can Avni ever make her way into Rishi's small, guarded world? To find out, let's dive into their story filled with chaos, warmth, and unexpected love.

#1 of the love series. He rose slowly, still holding her hands. She stepped closer. Closer. So close that the boat rocked faintly beneath them. Then, standing on her toes slightly, she reached up and held his shoulders to steady herself. He instinctively moved his hands to her waist so she wouldn't lose balance. The anklets chimed softly and then.. she bent her head forward.. slowly. Her forehead touched his. The red kumkum on her forehead brushed against his skin, leaving a faint, sacred mark just above his brows. He froze. Neither of them moved. Her eyes were closed and his breath stopped.. the contact was simple. Sacred. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but steady. "If you are my light," she murmured, her forehead still resting against his, "then let me mark you as mine before the world does." She lowered herself slowly, but didn't move away. Her eyes searched his. "You don't need a ring to bind me," she said softly. "And I don't need a ceremony to know what you mean to me." Her fingers brushed the red mark she had left on him. "This," she smiled faintly, "is my answer. My acceptance." His fingers tightened unconsciously around her waist. "I am yours," she whispered. "And you are mine. Not for a moment. But for every day that comes after." And she slowly moved into his embrace and hugged him, holding him a little tighter than usual, like she never wanted to let go. They stayed there for a while longer, not speaking. Everything you're about to read is true... but I've never confessed to him in real life. The story ends with a plot twist my real life hasn't caught up to yet. This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- Happy reading 🩷

"Look at the way she is dancing.. Don't you think she is hot.." , a boy piercing at a girl in pub told. "Yes, she is hot.." , another boy in the group said. "What do you say Arun.." , they asked the guy who is busy in sipping his mocktail "Ravi, why do you even ask him after knowing very well that he will never get feelings on any girl? " , another guy replied Arun just shakes his head with a smile on his face while keeping the glass down. "Rey, look at her.. She is so..." , when one guy was saying this, another guy shouted as "isn't she our Chaitu.." , Arun immediately turns his head towards the door only to see a girl wearing a knee length sleeveless black dress entering the pub. He without giving a second thought walks towards the door and drags her outside the pub.

"She's sunshine. He's storm. And their marriage? Pure fire." "What happens when a college girl is arranged to marry India's most feared CEO?" He rules the boardroom. She lives in her books. They were never meant to fall in love... but fate had other plans." When Diya Sharma is suddenly engaged to Shivansh Singh Rathore-India's most feared and desired CEO-she expects awkward dinners and forced smiles. What she doesn't expect is the sparks, the sarcasm, and the war of wills that follow. He's cold. She's chaos. But in a house full of secrets, teasing siblings, and unexpected feelings... Can two enemies really turn into something more?