She stayed away. He didn't care. Yet fate... had already chosen them.

To all the girlies who were told to stay soft in a world built on blood. You were born to command. Fuck obedience.

"𝘼𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙤, 𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙝 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣." PART 1 𝐘𝐮𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 (17) -He thought he was 'too cool' to fall in love with someone. 𝐈𝐫𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐧 (17) -And she thought she was 'too difficult' to fall in love with.

She was born into the game - not as a player, but as a Pandya. Sanaya had spent her whole life surrounded by stadium lights, press conferences, and headlines that never belonged to her. Being Hardik Pandya's sister meant attention she never asked for and expectations she never wanted. She was never supposed to fall for him - the quiet left-hander with a smile that felt too steady for a world that never stopped spinning. Tilak Varma , the new ICT charm boy was the last person she planned to notice - calm, kind, charming and too focused on cricket to care about the chaos that came with her surname. But one smile under the floodlights changed everything. Between whispered conversations, teasing glances, and rules they both knew they were breaking, a boundary began to blur - the one between the field and the heart. And in a world that watches every move, love might just be the riskiest crossover of all.

"No matter how cruel our destiny will be, but we'll never give up on ourselves," 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐀 "Kash koi defence wala ladka mil jaye, kitne chatpate hote hai na?," ("I wish I could find a defense guy, they're so hot, isn't he?,") I blurted unknowingly to a stranger I met on the train, who just saved me from being harnessed. "Aab aapne bola hai toh hote honge," ("Now that you have said it, it must be happening,") He said, his voice is firm but steady, he peek slightly from the book he's reading almost the moment he gets settled in his seat. As soon as his brown eyes met mine, a sudden shiver ran down my spine, sending a wave of unfamiliar warmth and unease through me, as if something deep within me had quietly stirred awake. He's charming, He's patient and, He's a gentleman- The thought of stepping out, of leaving behind everything familiar, filled me with quiet anxiety but somewhere beneath it all, there was a flicker of excitement. In my eighteen years of life, I finally took a step outside my house for the first time, starting my most awaited moment, my dream college in a completely different state, I thought I'll handle everything but, That was an absolute lie. 𝐀𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐆𝐀𝐋 For me, everything begins with discipline rules, consistency, and hard work. It's not always easy, but it shapes who I am becoming. Always surrounded by defence background is something inspiring but as well as challenge. Life has just started with NDA, and ahead lies a long journey filled with challenges and growth. Deep inside, I carry a strong purpose to become an officer, not just in rank, but in character. ────୨•ৎ──── 'Neither of them ever desired each other at this point of their lives, but fate brought them together, will they be able to give each other a place in their lives?' "An adorable tale begins with a train journey to pune," R

"𝑻𝒖𝒋𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓" __________________________________________________________________ "ek army officers se pyaar karne mein daar nahi lagta"he said, looking at her,with a smile waiting for her to answer him "payr main daar ki koi jagah nahi hoti,woh haar daar se ubhar deti hai" she said, looking into his honey eyes. ★★★★ "Toh, you like me?" he asked, bending down to her level, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Her eyes, heavy with sleep and the haze of too many drinks, tried to focus on his face. Everything around her was a blur - except him. "Hai!!! Like kya hota hai, I pyaar you, vaibhav" she mumbled, her voice soft and slurred. ★★★ Anirudh was an army officer through and through. Serving the nation wasn't just his duty - it was his only purpose. He lived by rules, followed time like a shadow, and believed in action more than words. Discipline was in his blood, Smart, calculated, and always two steps ahead ,Feelings? They had no place in his world. His heart beat for the uniform, and nothing else. Titli Khurana-true to her name-was like a butterfly, wild and free. A soul not meant to be caged, yet when she chose someone, her love would be deep, loyal, and endless. Since childhood, she had only one dream: to marry a man in uniform. And fate, in its quiet magic, made it even sweeter-the boy she had secretly loved for years had grown up to wear that very uniform. Vaibhav Khurana had always believed that love was an art-and he was never good at art. So, he stayed away from it,. But then came RIRIKA-the girl with almond-shaped eyes and a laugh that could light up silence. She didn't just walk into his life; she quietly slipped into the cracks he thought were sealed Still, he reminded himself not to feel. She wasn't just his sister's best friend-she was the younger sister of his best friend too. And tha

He could put a bullet through a man's head without blinking. He left no enemies of his alive , until it was her . A forced marriage built on hatred and possession . Then came pankhuri . She was never supposed to wear his sindur , But became his Jaana . Then an obsession neither of them had the sense to call love. Abhimanyu memorised her breath , and Began devouring her . Until - She had no soul to fight against him . She became captive of his ruin . He became her only salvation . What began as contract , slowly became his redemption . What they thought was a happy ending , Changed their life . His brother. His blood. And his brother's murder . The woman he loved was the same enemy he had planned to kill . He doesn't stop loving her. He simply starts hating her with the same intensity. And that is far worse. While he tears apart the woman apart . She discovered a secret , her parents death . Something that haunted her through her life And a man which she wanted to share her pain with , Was the same man who watched them die . The deeper they go, the less anything makes sense. Why their families? Why him ? Why them? And why does every road eventually lead back to the same buried darkness? There are no clean hands in this story. Only people carrying secrets they don't know they're carrying. Love turns into obsession. Obsession turns into hatred . And hatred refuses to kill what love left behind. Because sometimes the most dangerous thing about loving someone isn't that they can destroy you. It's that even after they do, you still want them. Will Abhimanyu destroy her for something she never did ? Will she forgive him ? Or , worse it was all her plan since the beginning ? Somewhere between the darkness little pankhuri and Abhimanyu waited for each other , in each lifetime before they had forgot About each other . Some stories start with love , theirs end with hate . Is it love or destruction ?

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.