" I wasn't supposed to see him watching me. But when I stepped into the small garden between our homes that evening, the new man next door stood on his balcony- silent, still, and staring straight at me. And in that moment, I knew two things: he wasn't going to look away... and I wasn't sure I wanted him to." ...................................... Piryashi Rawat never paid attention to the abandoned house next to hers... until Ishaan Malhotra moved in. Quiet. Rich. Mysterious. He's everything a 26-year-old businessman should be. Except-he watches her. From the balcony. From the garden between their homes. From the shadows when she least expects it. He knows her routines. Her fears. Her secrets she never told anyone. But when danger starts closing in on Pihu, she realizes something terrifying- the man stalking her might be the only one capable of protecting her. Or destroying her. A slow-burn, dangerous love story where obsession feels like fate... and the boy next door is the last person she should trust.

he wants a pawn. for a property deal of his dead grandfather.the condition is only married heir has right to claim the property. he wants a wife that don't interrogate his life.... he decided to cage a innocent soul that not intefear in his life. he saw her at cafe and decides to take move..... "please don't hurt my mom" she begging on her knees "then Marry me" he orders. "if you want your mother alive, then marry me aarohi , or else--" he threats .. will he has feelings for her? will she Happy in this forced marriage? will they be together in future? ..

She was born to rule. He was built to be obeyed. And the world wasn't big enough for both of them. Aaradhya Kashyap. has never bowed a single day in her life. Not to her father. Not to society. Not to the world built for men. At twenty-one, she walks like a storm in heels-small in height, lethal in presence, feared by everyone who has ever tried to tame her. People don't cross her. People don't question her. People don't even breathe wrong around her. She was raised inside a mansion where affection is a myth, mistakes are punished, and perfection is simply the entry fee. Power isn't something she chases- it's the only language she speaks. Abhimanyu Roy. A business legend who rebuilt his father's empire from the ground up before he turned twenty-five. Grey eyes that could freeze oceans. A voice that could end arguments without raising a pitch. A man who doesn't need to dominate. Two empires. Two egos. Two people born without the ability to bend. A contract marriage between the most dangerous heirs in the country. A relationship where affection is a weapon, attraction is a battlefield, and love... love is the last thing they want. But when a girl who never kneels meets a man who never breaks- something has to shatter. Their story is not sweet. Not soft. Not warm. It's sharp. It's intoxicating. It's a war. And wars? Wars don't end with surrender. They end with blood, fire, and two people who would rather destroy the world than lose to each other.