#𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 ✮⋆˙𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞˙⋆✮ He carried scars no one could see, but in her arms those wounds began to heal... Ekansh Roy Kapoor, who lost his smile, his light, and his will to feel. Raised by his loving grandparents, yet haunted by a past he couldn't escape, he grew up to be cold, distant, and emotionally locked away... Enter Aarohi Singhania, a whirlwind of laughter, color, and chaos. A girl with sunshine in her soul, who crashes into his life with chaos, fiery arguments, and a heart that refuses to give up on him. Two hearts. One guarded by pain. One blooming with hope. Will she be the light that brings him back from the darkness... or just another goodbye he's too scared to say? ───⋆˙𖹭˙⋆─── "Aadat na ban jaaun tumhari." "Sirf aadat kyu? Tum toh meri khwahish bhi ban chuki ho." ───⋆˙𖹭˙⋆─── ✮𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑 A heart once full of dreams, now wrapped in silence, too scared to hope again. ✮𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 She carried a heart full of sunshine, determined to heal the boy, who forgot how to feel.

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 ──★ 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 ★── 【#𝐈𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒】 .......................... He survived She lived Together, they thrived beneath the hate. Fate-an ancient scribe-rewrote their souls , breaking patterns, binding them again in chaos, For the girls who crave soft devotion and still fall for the prettiest red flags. Welcome to a lore of illusion.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ,𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲.. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ꧁༒𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈 × 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔༒꧂ 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀: A bright, innocent girl with a heart full of laughter and eyes full of dreams. 𝔹𝕌𝕋 𝕆ℕ𝔼 ℕ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋....𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕. Hᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ- sɴᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ. And the man standing beside her in the wedding mandap wasn't 𝕊𝕀𝔻𝔻ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕋- ℍ𝔼ℝ 𝔽𝕀𝔸ℕℂ𝔼. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔 -- Her cousin's fiance. Cold, Arrogent. Mysterious. A man who didn't believe in love but still claimed her as his wife. ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ, SHRAVARI ғɪɴᴅs ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏʀɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ᴛᴏ sʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ~𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐿 𝑆𝐻𝑅𝐴𝑉𝐴𝑅𝐼 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐺𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐼𝑁𝑌 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝑊𝐴𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝐷...𝑂𝑅 𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝑁𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑀𝐸𝐴𝑁𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸...??

"Main aapse pyaar nhi karta or nahi kabhi zindagi me kar sakta, ye shaadi mere liye kuch nhi hai" These were the first words from him after the marriage which broke her heart completely. She cried all night not because of the marriage-because of his hate towards her. ------ •×Troopsו Multi couples Princess× King Soft romance with dark glimpses Forbidden love Arrange marriage Changed bride Revange Replacement Touch her and die She fell first and harder Slow-burn Traditions וWarningsו Violence Abuses Mature scene 18+ Murder/suicides Alcohol consumption Note: It based on pure imagination of @authorr_naina aka me Start: End:

Book #1 of Never Duet "You would never be more than just a replacement, you'd never be mine." She had no choice in marriage or in running away from it. From him. The man who was supposed to marry her sister would get her now. Whether she fought, ran and begged. He'd drag her back on gun point if it meant she became his replacement bride. Deal. Reputation. Business. Three words that changed her fate. Three words to best describe why everyone wanted this marriage-except her. And before she could hope for this marriage to turn real, he made sure she never dared to. Tropes: Replaced bride Marriage of convenience Forced marriage Age gap Artist x Businessman Forced proximity

Chaos was only the beginning. For Sansara, transferring to St. Xavier's High School was supposed to be a fresh start. But her section wasn't just a class- it was a battlefield. Fistfights, rivalries, and whispered secrets lurked in every corridor. Yet, beneath the chaos, something far darker was at play. When strange occurrences begin tying back to the school's history- and her mother- Sansara realizes she's at the center of a nightmare far beyond classroom politics. And in a place where enemies become allies and trust is a dangerous game, survival is the only rule. ୨ৎ ୨ৎ ୨ৎ Indian version of 'Ang Mutya ng Section E' but a bit different✨ Cover by @designsbymishaa on Instagram 🪷

𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐲𝐫𝐚" _______________★ Kyra Agnihotri is sunshine with a sharp edge. She is pure empathy and warmth, but don't mistake her kindness for weakness-she has a fierce independence and an "I don't give a damn" attitude that no one can break. Abhiman Shekhawat is a frozen fortress. On the football field, he is a lethal striker-fast, aggressive, and untouchable. Off the pitch, he is a silent iceberg, hiding a soul-wrecking trauma behind a wall of cold privilege. He wins every game, but he is losing the war against his own ghosts. ________________★ 𝐊𝐲𝐫𝐚: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠; 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢. 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

── .✦ 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ──── ୨୧ ──── "𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐳𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐚." His voice was calm, so calm. I gasped, backing away. "Zayan, stop it. Put that down-" "𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐚." His eyes were burning now. "𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞. 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐎𝐫 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫." My knees gave in again-but this time, I didn't cry. I stared at him, heart bleeding, soul trembling. And maybe it was madness... or maybe love really was war. ──── ୨୧ ──── 𝗧 𝗥 𝗢 𝗣 𝗘 𝗦: ✦Enemies to lovers (slightly) ✦ Both falls first and harder ✦Suspense/thriller ✦Forced alliance ✦Dark romance

☘︎ 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑪𝑶𝑴 "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒌 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊-𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔" 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑾𝑨𝑳 , all she ever wanted was a place to call her own. As the eldest daughter of a loud, loving joint family in Dehradun, she's spent her life putting others first-until one day, this girl who was sunrise in human form-glowing with old Bollywood songs, her jhumkas chiming like temple bells, and her chai always had that extra spoon of sugar to match the drama in her day, dares to put herself first and buys a cozy little house in Delhi. Her dream home. A space without constant knocks on the door, unsolicited advice, or shared cupboards. Except-plot twist-it's already been sold. To 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑽 𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑱𝑨 . The overly logical, emotionally constipated NRI from New York, the one who cursed mornings but still showed up-clutching a cup of black coffee with zero sugar as bitter as his overactive mind, noise-cancelling headphones on and wearing sarcasm like cologne, has returned not for a vacation-but for a memory, to buy back the house where he grew up, the house that once belonged to his parents, divorced parents. For him, it's not just property-it's a piece of his childhood. Now what ? Both have legal papers. Both want the house. And neither is willing to leave. So what do they do? Exactly what any two stubborn people would do- They stay . Together . Become accidental housemates 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 the Mr.Fraud seller is found. And then? let's just say-𝑩𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊 , 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆- Because sometimes the wrong house can y