Aarivaan: Broody, royal, dangerously handsome... basically the kind of professor who makes hearts skip lectures. Aarvika: Clumsy, chaotic, ridiculously charming... basically a one-women storm of trouble. He glares, She trips. He scolds, She laughs. He tries to stay serious... she ruins it with a single smile. A classroom of rules, a girl full of chaos, and a grumpy professor who never knew silence could be so loud. Will Aarivaan survive her disaster-like charm... or will he finally fall for the noise he can't ignore? Fair Warning: May cause uncontrollable laughter, swooning, and an unhealthy obsession with one Aarivaan.

This story is set in the early 1980s of India. The nation had broken free from the chains of colonization, yet in the small towns and crowded streets, another battle was quietly being fought - the battle for the freedom to love. This is not just a story of first love, but of courage, sacrifice, and two souls who found each other in a world that wasn't ready for them. A tale not just of love, but of longing - for the freedom to choose, to dream, to live... together. Dive into their story... to see what destiny has written for their hearts.

Set in post-independence era ( between 1950-60s) In the lawless corners of rural India, power isn't passed down - it's snatched, soaked in blood, and sealed with fear. Two factions. One throne. A history written in ashes. What began as a village rivalry twisted into generational hatred - where a forgotten massacre still echoes in silence, and grudges are carried like weapons. Years later, a single act sets the balance ablaze again: the daughter of the village head is taken - not for lust, but to remind them who once ruled these lands. This is not a love story. This is a story of thrones stolen, pride wounded, and vengeance reborn from the dust of the dead. But amidst gunpowder and grudges, a bond dares to bloom - dangerous, defiant, and unforgivable. Because when love grows where hate was sown, it doesn't heal - it burns. When loyalty turns to war and history claws its way back, only one legacy will survive. ...

Tear left from her eyes as soon as her hairline got filled with Vermillion by the Man sitting beside her with peaceful expression on face. She lift her eyes and stopped at Particular person who didn't try to stop this marriage, neither she did. She is scared of only thing that how will she will live under same roof with the man who is nothing but the elder brother of the person whom she loved. However, her husband stare at her with only emotion in eyes, Love. He promised himself that he will never hurt the woman who became his wife just few minutes ago. That's how Viraaj Pratap Singh is, eldest son of the family. Loved by all. __________☜☆☞ __________ " Now she became my wife. Dare to touch her and see me destroying the whole place." His words throwing venom at everybody standing in front of him. His eyes burning with fire. But the girl standing beside him is shocked, too stunned to even utter a hum. He believes in action first before thinking. That's what Veer Pratap Singh is, Youngest son of his family. Nothing but a stubborn Man who wants something then he will get it. __________☜☆☞__________ The Tale of our love. Start:- 11, Aug 2023 End:- 14, oct 2023 An indian fictional story. Do not copy/report my work. Credit to the owner for pictures, quotes etc. Storyline belongs to author.