🖤 Vritant Vardhan & Adhrita Adani 🖤 He was born in the shadow of the national emblem - a son sculpted by silence, not slogans. She was sent away before legacy could stain her - a daughter raised to heal, not to belong. 🕊️ Vritant wears restraint like armor. Adhrita folds softness into silence. 🕊️ They meet at a wedding neither chose. No past. No plan. Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other - but somehow, they do. 👑 Because history pulls strings. And sometimes, the thread remembers what the throne forgets. 🧵 🖋️ Legacy wrote their last names. ❤️ But it was love that underlined them. Tropes: PM's Son x CM's Daughter Businessman x Doctor Chaos x Calm Rich x Rich Sarcastic x Quiet Delhi x Newyork Heir who hates it x heiress who escaped it Reluctant heir x Hidden heiress Emotionally guarded x Emotionally grounded Slow burn! No cheating!

"Don't fall for me," she warned. "I already did," he whispered. ©2025 kae. All rights reserved. This story is a work of fiction by Kae. All characters, events, and names are created from imagination. Copying or reposting is strictly prohibited.

When fate ties a mischievous final-year MBBS student to her cold, billionaire professor in an arranged marriage, sparks are inevitable. What begins as resistance turns into obsession. But love on campus is far from easy - especially when secrets, possessiveness, and past heartbreaks begin to surface. Will they fight for each other or fall apart under pressure?

‹‹ 𝗔𝗸𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝘅 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮 ›› ➺ A College Love Story.... 𝐃𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐣𝐡𝐭𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧... 𝐀𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐣𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐣𝐡𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧." ××××××××××××××××××× "She never loved me." But before she could finish her sentence, I pulled her closer by her wrist firm, not harsh. She gasped, her palm landing on my chest for balance, but I didn't care. "Look in my eyes and say it, Sanvi." My voice was low, breaking at the edges. "Look at me and say every fucking moment meant nothing. That you never loved me." Her lips parted, her eyes trembling with unshed tears. She hesitated. Then-her gaze turned cold. "I never loved you, Akshat," she whispered. Silence. Her words fell between us like shattered glass- small, sharp, impossible to ignore. My chest tightened. My ears buzzed. She doesn't mean it. She can't mean it. "I liked you, but not anymore. It was just infatuation." The final nail in the coffin. I dragged in a breath, but it never reached my lungs. Lies. ×××××××××××××××××××× They met in college. Two quiet souls who spoke more through glances than words. He was her best friend's brother... She was his brother's bestfriend From strangers to friends. From best friends to lovers. And then- A heartbreak time couldn't fix. Because some stories don't end, they simply pause until fate presses play again. ××××××××××××××××××××

STUDENT x PROFESSOR Aakarsh Singhania and Yashvi Grover couldn't be more different, fate brings them together in unexpected ways. Aakarsh, a cold, grumpy, and arrogant man, 27 years old is solely dedicated to his work and prefers to keep things orderly. He is a man of his word, unwavering and detached from emotions or distractions. On the other hand, 21 years old Yashvi is a whirlwind of chaos and light. With her carefree spirit, she brings sunshine and into every room she enters, effortlessly connecting with people and always standing up for what she believes in. Currently studying textile designing at Kalyani College of designing, she is driven, passionate, and knows exactly who she is. When their worlds collide, sparks fly. Aakarsh's rigid, no-nonsense approach is thrown off balance by Yashvi's unpredictable and vibrant energy. As they navigate their differences, they find themselves challenging each other's views on life, love, and everything in between. Will Aakarsh learn to open up to the world around him, or will Yashvi's chaos be the one thing that breaks his carefully constructed walls?"

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞✮ ⋆˙ "Wasn't it enough to break my heart that now you're breaking yours too?" Reyansh said, gazing at the divorce papers in his hands, signed by her. "We were never 'us'." Shravani replied, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at the papers he held. Reyansh let out a painful chuckle. "Then what were we, Mrs. Rajvansh?" he questioned, his voice tinged with danger, still fixated on the papers. Shravani remained silent, wiping away a tear. "It was just a coincidence that we met," her gaze shifted to his face, only to be taken aback by his roaring voice, "AND THAT DAMN COINCIDENCE IS CALLED DESTINY." ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ✮ "Ro aap rahin hain, aur dard hume ho raha."✮ ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ✮𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 "I have drowned countless times, enough to realise I am not worthy of resurfacing." ✮𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 "I would cross vast distances, even through the depths of the ocean just for her." [Translations available!!!]

Maa turned to me. "Riya beta, go outside and bring the flowers from the garden. And if you see him, bring him along with you." I nodded, clutching the thali a little tighter, and stepped out toward the garden. He was nowhere in sight. Shrugging it off, I bent down to lift the large basket of flowers placed near the parking area. The tiny blooms felt impossibly heavy. As I struggled, the sharp edge of the basket nicked my wrist - hidden beneath the soft folds of my dupatta. Great. If anyone notices, I'm doomed. Ignoring the sting, I stepped onto the marble path cutting through the grass - and lost my balance. "Whoa-" Before I could fall, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. My breath hitched. Time stopped. The world went silent - no birds, no distant traffic, no rustling leaves. There he was. Dhruv Rathore. Standing so close I could feel his warmth, his steady presence grounding me. The boy my heart had never quite let go of - even after four long years - was holding me in his arms. He looked exactly how memory had preserved him. Calm. Composed. Effortlessly commanding. And then reality crashed into me. He's my sister's devar. ✨A slow-burn romance set against the chaos of an Indian wedding, filled with family drama, soft moments, and emotions that refuse to stay hidden. ✨ #1 in rituals🌸✨🎀(3/02/2026) #1 in rituals (12/03/2026) #9 in beautiful ( 27/03/2026) #1 in past love ( 5/04/2026) #2 in beautiful (8/04/2026)

They have been married for 8 years. 8 years ago, he promised her a life filled with every luxury, swearing that one day he would give her the world despite being poor. And he did. 8 years later, he fulfilled every promise. A beautiful house, expensive gifts, comfort, status, he gave her everything she could possibly ask for. Everything except himself. Somewhere along the way, while chasing success and building a perfect life for her, he forgot that he was the one she needed the most. What exactly happened that everything changed between them? For details, get into the story to find out. **** Top #3 in India on 3/06/26, 04/06/26 and 05/07/26 Top #6 in India on 07/06/26 Top #2 in India on 06/07/26 Top #4 in India on 07/09/26

[#1 ~ The Rajvansh Family] "You don't have a wife?" Adi asked innocently, his words cutting through the air, causing the entire table to fall into a stunned silence. She shot her son a glare, silently warning him to be quiet with just a look. He paused, then replied, "I don't," as his family exchanged surprised glances, clearly expecting him to snap or react harshly to the kid. "My mumma doesn't have a husband, either," the little boy continued, as though he had just solved the most difficult puzzle in the world. "I know," he responded, his usually cold demeanor softening into a surprising smile as he looked down at the child. "Then why don't you marry each other?" Adi grinned, as if it were the simplest idea in the world. The whole room filled the room with stunned silence, by his innocent proposal. 🕊️ 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗕𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗮 returns to her childhood city, seeking a fresh start after a painful divorce, determined to build a better life for her four-year-old son. The last thing she expects is to be drawn to Vihaan-her late cousin's husband. He wants nothing to do with her... but everything to do with her son. 𝗩𝗶𝗵𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗥𝗮𝗷𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 had everything-love, happiness, and a future he cherished-until the day it all shattered before his eyes. In a single, cruel moment, he lost the woman he loved more than life itself, along with their unborn child. He thought he was doomed to a lifetime of emptiness, unaware that fate had other plans-ones that would entangle him in a web of forbidden emotions and an undeniable, reckless desire.

Vaidehi Mehra had loved once-and lost more than she could bear. Betrayed by the man she trusted and wounded by the family meant to protect her, she walked away from the ruins with only one reason to keep going: her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Esha. Esha's laughter, tiny hands, and unquestioning love became the fragile thread holding Vaidehi's broken heart together. Marriage was never meant to be part of her story again. Not after the betrayal. Not after the whispers. But one careless photograph and one malicious rumor are enough to undo everything she rebuilt. What begins as office gossip spirals into public scandal, dragging her dignity through headlines and threatening her career-and worse, her daughter's future. When reputation becomes survival, a solution is offered. Simple. Strategic. Respectable. Marriage. Vikram Khanna is the last man Vaidehi would ever choose to depend on. A self-made billionaire, disciplined, distant, and fiercely private, he has built his empire alone-and planned to keep his life that way. Their union is nothing more than damage control: a contractual arrangement designed to silence speculation and restore order. But neither of them accounts for Esha. With her innocent eyes and fearless affection, Esha becomes the quiet bridge between two guarded adults. As Vaidehi struggles with scars from her past and Vikram maintains the emotional walls that have always protected him, the boundaries of their arrangement begin to blur. What starts as strategy slowly begins to feel like shelter. What begins as obligation starts resembling belonging. A Home We Didn't Plan is a story of resilience before romance, of a child's innocence melting the coldest defenses, and of two people who never intended to build a family-yet may discover that love sometimes grows where it was never meant to. (The chapters are edited with the help of Chatgpt) Rankings: #2 on wattpadindia (29.03.2026)