VANYA X KAVYANSH 𓏧♡ I bowed my head and pressed a soft kiss to her feet. She froze. Her eyes widened... hurt, confusion, disbelief all fighting to surface at once. "Vanya..." I looked up at her, my own voice cracking. "I'm sorry." She blinked, a lone tear slipping down her cheek. "I know I forced you into this marriage," I said, the words tasting like poison on my tongue. "But I swear to God, I had no other choice left. None." Her lips parted... but no words came out. "I know you feel something for me," I continued softly. "I've seen it in your eyes... in the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching." She stiffened. "But something is holding you back. Something big." I swallowed hard. "And I'll find what it is. I'll tear through every wall between us... even if it takes my whole damn life." Her eyes filled again and spilled over. I placed her feet gently down, then held her hands in both of mine. "I promise you this, Vanya..." My voice shook, but I didn't hide it. "I will worship the floor you walk on. I will fight every demon that ever touched your life. I will fix every mistake I've made, every one." A sob slipped from her lips, silent but sharp. "Please," I whispered, forehead touching her knees. "Forgive me... or at least let me earn it." ──── 𐙚 ──── DIVE IN THE BEAUTIFUL STORY OF VANYA AND KAVYANSH TO KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN WITH THEM!!!!

"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

"𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉" "YOU CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE ANYONE, YASHWANT SINGH RAWAT!" Mayukta Singh Rawat's voice echoed through the hall, sharp enough to cut through the stunned silence that had settled over the crowd. Her furious gaze was fixed on the man before her. Yashwant. The prince remained on one knee, utterly unmoved by his grandmother's outburst. Not once did he turn his head toward her. His eyes never left the woman standing in front of him. The entire gathering stared in disbelief. A king was never meant to kneel before anyone.Yet here he was,on his knees,for her. "Bataiye, Noor..." His voice was calm, unwavering, carrying only sincerity. "Kya aap humse shaadi karengi? Kya humein yeh mauka dengi ki hum aapke ardhang ban sakein?" A collective gasp rippled through the room. Noor Tripathi stood frozen, her fingers clutching the fabric of her lehenga so tightly that her knuckles had turned pale. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she looked at the prince kneeling before her. "Yashwant, yeh kaisi pagalpan ki baatein kar rahe hain aap?" one of his relatives exclaimed in shock. "she is a commoner,you can not marry her ." But Yashwant didn't spare them a single glance. The world around him ceased to exist.There was only Noor,slowly, he extended his hand toward her "Noor..." His voice softened. "Sirf tab, jab aapki marzi ho. Agar aap mana karna chahein... toh bina kisi jhijhak ke kar sakti hain. Main aapke faisle ki izzat karunga." Noor swallowed hard, hearing him when almost instinctively, her eyes searched for her father. He stood a few steps away, watching silently.For a brief moment, father and daughter looked at each other. Then, with the faintest smile, he gave her a gentle nod.Tears threatened to gather in Noor's eyes. She looked back at Yashwant, whose hand still waited patiently for hers,Her lips parted,Barely above a whisper,

Not every villain is heartless. Some fall in love too deeply... and that's what makes them dangerous.✨️

What happens when the man you hate is the one you're already married to? Noor is a bright, spirited literature student with a sharp tongue and a hidden past. Azlan is her cold, distant professor-feared, respected, and emotionally unavailable. But beneath his composed exterior hides a storm he never lets anyone see. They clash from day one. She challenges his authority. He questions her every move. But what no one knows? They were secretly married years ago-tied by a promise made in childhood, forgotten by one and burned into the soul of the other. When fate places them under one roof again, old sparks reignite into something far more dangerous-feelings. She's sunshine. He's storms. She tries to move on. He starts to fall. But between buried secrets, shattered expectations, and a love neither of them asked for... will their hearts survive? A slow-burn halal romance full of angst, stolen glances, silent duas, and a love written in destiny.

𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 Forbidden fruit-that's what he was. The one person I should have avoided, yet life kept pulling me closer to him, as if the universe had already written our story. Disaster-that's what he became. One night changed everything, shattering my world and leaving no way back. I'm Sitara Oberoi-a girl with dreams like everyone else. Life hasn't been kind, but I've never stopped trying to create my own fairytale. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 "I should stay away from her." It was a mantra I repeated every day, but fate had other plans, pushing her into my life no matter how hard I tried to resist. She's my forbidden fruit-the one temptation I can't avoid, even though I know she could destroy me. Love? It's not in my vocabulary, and I never planned on letting it in. But Sitara? She's rewriting everything, flipping my world upside down, and I can't stop her. I'm Shaan Rai Singhaniyaa-life's no fairytale, and I've survived its thorns, walking over them like a king. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "𝐴𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑦𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑘ℎ 𝑟ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛ℎ𝑖 𝑨𝒂𝒑𝒌𝒐 ?" Sitara teased, her voice playful as she sat beside him, her eyes sparkling like the stars. Shaan's face was unreadable, his voice calm but weighted. "Pehli baar dar mehsoos ho raha hai," he admitted. "Dar? Woh kyun?" she asked, her curiosity evident. "𝑬𝒌 𝑺𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂," he murmured, locking eyes with her, "𝒋𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊." As if on cue, fireworks lit up the sky, their glow reflecting in their eyes, marking a moment neither could forget. ⋅⋆Get ready for A tale of passion and chaos where two fierce souls collide, proving that the greatest risk isn't falling-it's daring to love.

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈- Once a strict and calm professor, Vedant has faced many challenges. Raised without family's love, he built his life on his own. His past is haunted by the loss of his mother, a pain caused by betrayal within his own family. To the world, he's strong and unbreakable, but inside, he carries deep wounds that few can see. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥" 𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑-She was his student. quiet, insecure who secretly loved him but kept her feelings hidden. Situations kept them apart. Situations changed her as tough and closed off, refusing to let herself fall in love again. "𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ,𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦" Will they accept this 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭..