Two boys. Two sisters. One war. And one dangerous truth. Vydit hated Sanket. Sanket hated Vydit. What they didn't know? They were both falling - deeply and helplessly -for each other's sisters. She hid behind her brother's worst enemy to escape a dog. He stepped aside, just to tease her. Her white dress got soaked in the rain. He wrapped his jacket around her - forgetting she was off-limits. And when his sister cried - "Bhai... usne batmeezi ki..." He didn't wait for justice. He became it. But secrets don't stay buried. And when the sisters begin chasing a truth they were never meant to find... The danger multiplies. The enemies face a choice: Let hate win... or fight side by side to protect the girls they can't afford to lose. Two love stories. One battlefield. And a storm that threatens to shatter them all. Tropes- Enemies-to-lovers × Forbidden romance × Hidden secrets × Brotherhood in conflict × Life-or-death stakes They weren't supposed to fall. They weren't supposed to care. But they did. Now, they'll have to choose - hate or her.

When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.