Her eyes fluttered open as thin streaks of sunlight slipped through the curtains and brushed against her face. She shifted instinctively, only to freeze as a sharp ache ran through her body. Slowly, she forced her eyes open wider, her gaze landing on the ceiling above-the steady rotation of a fan blurring in her vision. She stared at it blankly, her head pounding, her thoughts sluggish and tangled. A warm weight rested around her waist. Her breath caught. slowly, almost afraid of what she might find, she turned her head-and froze. A man lay beside her, his arm wrapped securely around her, as though it had been there all night. He was fast asleep, his face calm, unaware. Her eyes widened in shock. And then it hit her. Fragments of the night before crashed into her mind-blurred, incomplete, but enough. Her heart began to pound. She looked down at herself, panic rising like a tide. The blanket was loosely wrapped around her, barely covering her. Realization struck hard. She threw the covers aside and scrambled upright-only to stiffen instantly. She wasn't wearing anything. A sharp breath escaped her lips as she clutched the duvet tightly around herself, wincing at the movement. Her gaze darted wildly around the room. Clothes were scattered everywhere. For a split second, everything stood still. Then- A piercing scream tore through the room. "AHHH!" --- --- --- "I... I'm sorry, Mumma... Dadda... I'm so sorry..." Her voice was barely a whisper, fragile and broken as she sat on the cold floor. The room was silent-too silent-as if the world itself had stepped back. please don't hate me..." she murmured, her grip tightening around the blade Tears slipped down her cheeks. "I'm... s-sorry...". Her hand trembled as she lowered the knife, pressing it against her wrist. Then she dragged the blade across. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as pain bloomed. Blood began to well up,but she didn't stop.

✧𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭.✧ In a world glittering with legacy and power, two illustrious families-the Ranawats and the Sinhas-are bound by decades of unshakable trust and unspoken promises. Childhood friendships bloom into destined love as 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 and 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚 prepare to wed, their hearts having chosen each other long before fate revealed its hand. But beneath the joy of celebration lies a secret long buried: a betrothal forged at birth, binding the fiercely independent 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚 to the formidable 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 - the man she has always clashed with, the unyielding wall she could never hope to breach. ✧ On the day of celebration, loyalties will be tested, buried desires will ignite, and two souls who believed they were worlds apart may discover they were always destined to collide. ༺༻ 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 ༺༻ -𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬-𝐭𝐨-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 -𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 -𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 -𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 -𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 "For her, who never asked for this. For him, who never knew he'd care."

They weren't meant to fall in love. But fate never followed rules. He was fire. She was frost. Forced in an arranged marriage neither of them wanted, Ahaan and Tara had nothing in common, except the fact that they both were experts at pretending that they didn't care. Two people sworn to never let their hearts get involved. They both thought that they would simply survive each other. But between shared meals, stolen glances, boardroom chaos and occasional fights over burnt toasts and broken claw clips, they began to see something past the version of each other the world had always seen including the families that expected them to fail. This is a story of slow burn love, enemies-to-partners, healing old wounds, buried pain and to learn each other's language even though the world refused to listen. . . . . . . Tropes: CEO X CEO Slow Burn He fell first (and Harder) Healing and emotional growth Found family Enemies to lovers Business Rivals Forced Proximity Arranged Marriage Fake Relationship Hate to love . . . . "𝐈𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰!" "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒚?" ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧

★Blushing Stars★ Chhavi Mishra, nineteen, was soft-spoken, gentle, and raised far away from the glittering world of the royals. All she carried was innocence and a heart that dreamed quietly. Yuvaan Singhania, twenty-seven, was the heir to one of the most powerful families-proud, distant, and born to command. His silence was sharp, his presence intimidating, and his life had no room for love. When destiny tied them in an arranged marriage, it wasn't love at first sight, but a clash of worlds-her warmth against his coldness, her blush against his storms. But sometimes, love blooms in the most unexpected places... under the weight of family legacies and the glow of blushing stars. 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀🌷 ⋆ ★ 𝗔𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 ★ 𝗚𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆 × 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 ★ 𝗖𝘂𝘁𝗲 ＆ 𝗦𝗵𝘆 𝗙𝗟 ★ 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗠𝗟 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗖𝗵 01 𝘁𝗼 𝗟𝗮𝘀𝘁 ★ 𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗛𝗲𝗿 ★ 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 By: Chocowrts

•|𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 (Replaced Bride) 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘|• ✦ RITVIKA KAPOOR ✦ A girl who carries the sun in her smile and storms in her silence. She wasn't raised in riches, but she's richer than most-in love, in softness, in strength. A single mother at 24, her heart beats not just for herself, but for her little girl who calls her "Mumma." 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 is her language and 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 her comfort-she loves quietly, endures deeply. Every scar has a story, but she chooses not to tell them, only to live past them. She dreams of love, but doesn't expect it. She hopes for a miracle, yet walks through life with calm acceptance. She is a - ❝ Khud se zyada kisi aur ke liye jeene wali ladki. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ VIDYUT RAJVANSH ✦ His presence demands silence. A man built from shadows and steel. Cold eyes, sharp suits, and a reputation darker than the night. He's the kind of man who doesn't flinch at loss, and never looks back once he walks away. A CEO, a name whispered in fear, a heart hidden behind layers of pain and pride. Commitments? He avoids them. Emotions? He shuts them out. Children? He doesn't do soft things-until Tara calls him "Dadda." He doesn't believe in second chances, but somehow, Ritvika feels like the home he never had. He is a - ❝ Mohabbat se door bhaagne wala, lekin mohabbat mein doobta hua aadmi. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ Join the Journey of RITVIKA & VIDYUT 💗