Fearless and mischievous meets calm and protective. Sparks fly, hearts race, and nothing is ever the same. Love at first sight, classmates to lovers, and falling for your best friend's sister...

He placed a file of marriage papers on the counter, sliding a pen across to her. His dark, sharp eyes locked on her every move. "Tarsou ge tum , tumhe uska deedar bhi naseeb na hoga.... Khwaaisch he meri ke tumhara pyaar kabhi poura na hoga"........ {"You will long for him, yet you will never get to see him... My wish is that your love is never fulfilled."} Aayesha said with a deep hatred filled in her eyes. "Mohabbat , dua aur baddua sirf kitabi bate he..... Haqeeqat mai iska koi wajoud nahi...... Zaya hojayegi tumhari Mohabbat ki talash........ Jab badlegi meri caahat, junnon me sirf tumhe pane ki"....... {"Love, prayers, and curses exist only in books... In reality, they have no meaning... Your search for love will go in vain... For when my desire changes, my obsession will be only to have you."} "Sign it. Now. The sooner you do, the sooner this becomes official." "This is not a pure love story. It's a cursed tale, where a haunted past shattered them, destiny entwined their paths, and fate gave them a chance-however fleeting."

𝑨 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒙 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚༉‧₊ ────────────────── .✦ ─────────────── .✦ She posted a reel. He replied with a song. Anaya Mittal sings because it helps her forget - the expectations, the pain, and the scars she hides under full sleeves and soft smiles. Aarav Yadav smokes to quiet the noise in his head. Flirty, charming, and emotionally off-limits - replying to girls' stories was just routine. But her voice didn't feel like routine. It felt like something that could weck him. Anaya and Aarav were sure they had found the person. Until the cracks appeared. Until the moment that proved maybe love isn't just about two people - maybe it's about two worlds. Somewhere out there is a version of them who got it right. The question is...which world are they in? A story about music, emotional scars, and the strange way fate can bend reality itself.

(Agar aap bhi meri tarah Teri Deewani paglu ho aur Deewani di ke deewane ho 🦋 Then this is for u 🥥✨) ♡𝐉𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐧♡ 𝗔 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 || जीने लगा हूँ, पहले से ज़्यादा पहले से ज़्यादा, तुम पे मरने लगा हूँ... || ✮ . ━━━ ✮ . ━ ☆ ━ . ✮ ━━━ . ✮ "Tell me..." he said softly, "why do we keep searching for something we can never see? We pray, we wait, we ache - for what, really?" "Maybe that's why humans pray," she murmured, her gaze still fixed on the kund. "Because somewhere deep inside, we're all looking for something that makes us feel complete. Not miracles... but the part of us that feels missing. And that missing part... we end up calling God." "Then what if... What if the missing part I've been praying for all this time, the thing I've been searching for, was always... you?" Her breath caught. ✮ . ━━━ ✮ . ━ ☆ ━ . ✮ ━━━ . ✮ 🦋 Meet 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥 - a 12th-grade topper and ultimate bookworm. Girls swoon over him, but he can't even remember their names. Rules are meant to be followed... or so he thinks, until he somehow breaks every single one for her. Serious, smart, and silently magnetic, he's the perfect mix of discipline and intelligence. 🦋 Meet 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 - a class 11 topper who somehow rules the backbench too. A true Shiv bhakt, she starts her day with Om Namah Shivaya and ends it cracking jokes no one dares to. Rules? She bends or breaks them with a mischievous grin. Half devotion, half chaos, all heart.