"It's not a story of a hero fighting a dragon to save the world. It's the story of a dragon who will burn the world to the ground if anyone dares to touch his princess." I don't own Arnav and Khushi, and this story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story is a submission to the 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta 2024, according to the moodboard Mafia AU x Age gap x Arshi on Tumblr. This story is inspired partly by one of my fav couples Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak aka Olicity from the CW show 'Arrow' which was made according to a DC comic character 'Green Arrow' and partly by darkverse. To enjoy this story you don't have to know any of these. It can be enjoyed as a stand-alone.

Hum Hai Rahi Pyaar Ki meets IPKKND ✨ Khushi Gupta's Babuji always wanted a son, and he's going to make up for it by marrying her to his dream Jamai, Nandkishore. But all Khushi wants is to be a schoolteacher, and perhaps find love? So she has no choice but to run away. Arnav Singh Raizada's sister died and left him two children to look after. He loves them, but damn they're wild. And Dadi is even worse. Still, he's going to handle this, like every situation ASR has always handled - with sanity, logic, and competence. But fate has plans that neither Arnav nor Khushi anticipated. 🎶 Mil paayenge dono, nahin kissi ko hai pata

ये इश्क़ नहीं आसान बस इतना समझ लीजिये, एक आग का दरिया है और डूब के जाना है. Yeh ishq nahi aasaan, bas itna samajh lee jiye
Ek aag ka darya hain, Aur doob ke jaana hain (This love is not easy one needs to understand, it is an ocean of fire and you can only drown in it to cross it) ---------------------------- AN ARSHI FANFIC - Picking up from the night of the contract marriage this will be a tale of passion, deception and unbreakable resolve. Will the fire between them burn away the lies, or will silence become their undoing? I don't own the characters of Arnav, Khushi & others and this story is fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental.

Raised in a small, traditional town, Khushi Kumari Gupta's world is turned upside down when she crosses paths with the enigmatic Arnav Singh Raizada. A simple twist of fate pulls them into a tangled web of rumors, forcing them into a relationship neither saw coming. Arnav, a man who thrives on control, is unprepared for the storm that is Khushi - a woman of faith, heart, and determination. As their worlds collide, Khushi is thrust into a life under the unforgiving glare of the public eye, bringing about a fierce protectiveness in Arnav that surprises even him. In a story that blends passion, conflict, and the power of love, Iqraar explores the sparks that fly when two very different worlds collide. This is a fanfiction based on Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon? set in an alternate universe. Story, concept and everything else except the characters' names belong to me. That said, I do like to include elements and references from the show here and there and in those cases complete credit to the makers. Please do not copy. It would really hurt to see this work elsewhere without my knowledge.

A series of one shots inspired by the characters of the cult classic show 'iss pyaar ko kya naam doon ' ~Includes non-canon and canon compliant stories

What happens when Khushi encounters a mysterious stranger - haunted eyes, ghostly pallor, and an unsettling naivety about the world - on a snowy winter's night? Naturally, she takes him home. What she isn't prepared for is that her endearing (and quietly unnerving) roommate seemed to bear an uncanny resemblance to a long dead aristocrat once known as Arnav Singh Raizada II. *Originally part of Transgressions, now published under its own title.*

Arnav Singh Raizada kept his promise. He had married Khushi again, the right way this time. But there was one condition... Garima, the cause of his parents' tragedy, must leave Khushi's life forever. Left shattered and silenced, Khushi becomes a shadow of herself, bound to a husband where they can only share their touch and never their words. Their marriage is nothing but duty and desire- intimacy without trust, closeness without warmth. But how long can they exist in this limbo? When pain lingers in every unspoken word, and love fights to survive in stolen moments, will they find their way back to each other... or will their love story end in broken vows? ------------ Follow my twitter for upload updates: SilvrSmoak Assume I died if this story is ever left unfinished, I literally have so much planned this will not be incomplete on my watch

A short, goofy oneshot I wrote both in celebration of IPPKND's 14th anniversary and in a desperate attempt to get this out of my drafts. ___ Set a year or so after Arnav and Khushi's marriage (The Sheetal track never happened because please). This is just an insight into how much Arnav hates socialising and people- and loves Khushi in red- and I've lowkey written this just for shits and giggles. Trust me, it's funny and you'll laugh. I hope. (Warning: Some innuendos but nothing graphic)

[2024 WATTY WINNER][18+] Two best friends. Six weeks. One final shot at love. Since college, Maisie and August have been best friends-frustratingly, perfectly platonic best friends. For nine long years, Maisie has secretly harbored the hope that their relationship could be something more. In that time, Maisie Rhodes has skyrocketed to stardom as a pop sensation, earning the title of Pop Princess from her devoted Rhodie fans. When she hints on The Tonight Show that her love songs are inspired by someone close to her, speculation runs wild. To throw everyone off the scent-and protect her true feelings for August-Maisie's manager hatches a plan: fake a relationship with her best friend. Miraculously, August agrees. Now Maisie faces six weeks of pretending to date the one person she's always loved, all while tiptoeing around the unspoken truth that's lingered between them for years. What could possibly go wrong?

When Arnav Singh Raizada purchased a crumbling old Mahal on the sleepy outskirts of Lucknow, little did he expect to cross paths with a sassy otherworldly being carrying a century's worth of unfinished business- and zero respect for personal space. But as he digs deeper into the Mahal's past, one thing becomes clear; Khushi isn't just here to spook - she's here to spill secrets that refuse to stay buried.