In a city of secrets, even the coldest hearts can burn. Saanvi Malhotra has always believed her art could speak for itself. Sweet, introverted, and fiercely dedicated, she's happy to lose herself in a world of colors and canvases-until the day her small art studio collides with the towering empire of Mumbai's most enigmatic businessman. Karanveer Khanna rules the art and design industry with cold precision and marble-grey eyes that see too much. He's ruthless, calculating, and allergic to distractions... until one determined artist storms into his world and refuses to fade into the background. A forced collaboration. A city that never sleeps. And an undeniable pull neither of them is ready to admit. As passion ignites and secrets swirl, Saanvi finds herself tangled in more than corporate contracts. Karanveer, the man who never lets anyone close, suddenly can't stay away-and he's used to getting exactly what he wants. Even if it means blurring every line between business and desire.

"Haan... main toh mar gyi hoon..." (Yes... I died.) I leaned closer, my smile wild, my eyes burning. "Main Chandika nahi hoon... MAUT hoon teri." (I am not Chandika anymore... I am your death.) "Aaj tu jayega. Aaj tu marega." (Tonight you will leave this world. Tonight... you die.) I laughed- a broken, feverish, mad laugh- the laugh of a woman reborn from ashes. He was shaking now. Good. "Or tujhe kaun marega?" I asked sweetly. "Puchna nahi chahega?" (And don't you want to know who will kill you?) I jerked my hand away, snapping his head backward. "MAIN." (ME.) "Meri tarah... tumhe bhi tod doongi." (I'll break you... the same way you broke me.) "Jaise tumne mujhe mara... waise hi aaj tumhari saanse rok doongi." (The way you killed me... I will stop your breath tonight.)

hey guysssssssss so i made these Awards because i wanted to experience what it felt like to Host one of these. there will be various categories, and as ill be the only judge, i ask you to be patient for the results :) Otherwise, have fun submitting and writing!