What happens when a 29-year-old CEO from the future accidentally steps into a temporal rift and crash-lands in Shantivan-twelve years before he was ever born? Meet Aarush Singh Raizada: a man who just wanted to finish his quarterly projections, only to find himself face-to-face with a 28-year-old Arnav who is still living with Lavanya, a younger, fierce Nani, and a total absence of a certain chaotic girl from Lucknow. Armed with a modern smartphone, a heart full of protective instincts, and a calendar screaming 2011, Aarush has to navigate the ultimate identity crisis. He's forced to watch the man who would raise him wage war against the world, all while trying desperately not to break the space-time continuum-or accidentally yell "Mumma, Dadda, it's me!" in the middle of a Raizada family feud. A tale of time-travel chaos, emotional reckoning, and a son playing guardian angel to his own parents before they even met.

It's been nearly a year since the top model of the AR Group vanished from the spotlight, leaving behind a brief note claiming she wanted a peaceful life far away from the flashing cameras. She moved quietly to London, yet the distance proved absolute-she hadn't even returned when her only mother lost her battle to cancer, choosing grief in isolation over the noise of home. The chandeliers of the grand Windsor Palace marriage hall cast a glittering, golden glow over the sea of high-society elites. Laughter, champagne glasses clinking, and the soft hum of string music filled the air as the flashbulbs of professional photographers captured every meticulously planned moment of the grand engagement ceremony. At the center of the dais, the groom stood tall and polished in a custom-tailored tuxedo, a confident smile gracing his lips as he held out a diamond ring, gently taking the bride-to-hand to slide it onto her finger. Suddenly, a restless murmur rippled through the front rows of seated guests. Heads turned, whispers spreading like wildfire, and the romantic melody faded beneath a wave of sharp, judgmental gasps and mocking taunts. A frail, destitute woman stood frozen in the opulent doorway. She was in a deeply vulnerable state-her clothes were torn, dirt smeared her skin, and her eyes held a hollow, haunted exhaustion. Disgusted whispers echoed through the hall as society matrons turned their noses up at the intrusion, while security guards rushed forward with stern reprimands to drag her out of the luxury venue. The guests quickly looked back, eager to return their attention to the glamorous couple on stage. But as the groom went to complete the ring ceremony, his eyes drifted past the crowd toward the entrance. His breath caught. The ring slipped from his trembling fingers, clattering loudly against the marble floor. Because the miserable, broken woman standing at the doors wasn't a stranger at all. It was her.

Kushi never believed in men. Not after her father abandoned her mother for wealth. Not after her sister was betrayed and left shattered. Love to her was nothing but ruin. when she is taken under the protection of the powerful Saeeda Singh Raizada, Kushi finds independence in her talent- but also attracts the resentment of Saeeda's son, Arnav Singh Raizada. Cold, ruthless and emotionally scarred, Arnav has built an empire...and a fortress no one is allowed to enter. No one except her. What begins as hostility turns into obsession when Kushi's indifference challenges the only man who has never been denied. He makes her his captive- but never breaks her. Instead, beneath his dominance lies a fierce protectiveness and love he doesn't know how to name. In a battle between fear and desire, will Kushi escape the man who imprisoned her...or surrender to the one who is willing to destroy the world to protect her?

How did the King find his sunshine... and how did a wounded girl find solace in the King's arms?"

Arnav is a storm that destroys everything in its path-until Khushi stands before him, unyielding and fearless. What begins as suspicion becomes obsession, and what follows is a love so intense it reshapes both their lives forever.

#2 in historical out of 70.2k stories (9-12-25) ___ How far can one go to protect their love and relations? How far till that thread breaks or become stronger? ____ "SHE IS ARNAV SINGH RAICHAND'S PROPERTY. I OWN EVERY INCH OF HER. JUST LIKE I OWN THIS WHOLE DAMN KINGDOM!" . . . . "I SOLELY BELONG TO MY DEV. HE IS MY EVERYTHING. HE WAS, IS AND WILL ALWAYS BE MY ONLY LOVE. NO ONE ELSE!" ____ An ancient historical period romance tale of two lost souls living in their own destined tragedies. What would be the eventual fate of these two? Peace? Destruction? Or both?

In a world where billion-dollar empires are built on silk and destroyed by secrets, every alliance has a price-and every throne demands a sacrifice.

Professor Arnav Singh Raizada. Billionaire. Fashion tycoon. The man behind India's most powerful design empire. He could've lived in boardrooms. But he chose the classroom - every single day. Because teaching wasn't a job. It was his passion. His way of staying grounded. In control. Rules were sacred. Deadlines. Discipline. Distance. He built his life around them - to silence the chaos he once was. Then came Khushi Gupta. Too curious. Too bold. Too alive. She challenged his rules. Mocked his silence. And turned every lecture into a war of wit and will. He hated the way she made him feel - Unsteady. Unraveled. Seen. But beneath her mischief were dreams stitched in pain. And beneath his control... a man quietly coming undone. but then come, One stormy night. One accident that changed everything. They weren't meant to fall. He was her teacher. She was his student. And they were each other's greatest risk. But love doesn't ask permission. And empires aren't built without breaking a few rules. This isn't just a love story. It's the story of a forbidden line crossed - and the empire they built from the ashes of restraint. #arnav #arnavkhushi #arnavsinghraizada #arshi #asr #ipkknd #professor #student #forbidden #forbiddenlove #professorstudent #khushi #khushiarnav #khushigupta #khushikumarigupta #love #lovestory #romance #romancefanfiction #fanfiction #fanclub #romcom #ceo #billionaire #possessive #obsession #desire

A blood-forged pact. Thirty nights of surrender. And a mortal girl who wasn't supposed to survive. ​Arnav Malik is an ancient, cursed predator walking among men. Bound by a past mistake that locked away his true feral wolf, he hides his terrifying power behind a sharp human facade-and massive, midnight-black wings he can summon at will. To survive the crushing weight of his existence, he makes a dark bargain: he grants any desperate human wish, but the price is absolute. Thirty nights of intimacy. When the final night arrives, the mortal's life is forfeit, their will stripped away to serve as his eternal shadow before they vanish into ash. Each soul he claims only makes him more dangerously magnetic, more lethal, and more impossible to resist. ​Khushi thought she was just working a late shift in a quiet, rain-soaked cafe. She wasn't supposed to notice when the world suddenly froze around her. She definitely wasn't supposed to be able to move, watch, or breathe while time stood still. And she certainly wasn't supposed to catch the eye of the monster who just collected his thirtieth soul. ​Now, the unbreakable laws of a supernatural contract have broken-because Khushi saw what she was never meant to see. ​Step into the shadows where desire is a death sentence, secrets have teeth, and the most dangerous thing a mortal can do is look back. Are you ready to sign your soul away? ​⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mature themes, dark fantasy elements, psychological tension, and supernatural horror. Reader discretion is advised. ​