What began as a marriage forged in revenge was never meant to bloom into love. For Shivansh Randhawa, Prarthana was supposed to be nothing more than a pawn - a woman caught in the crossfire of his wrath, the right person at the wrong time. But somewhere between fire and fury, she became his undoing, the one he could neither let go nor live without. Yet their love is anything but simple. With every stolen moment of closeness comes a storm waiting to break them apart. Enemies circle like vultures, old betrayals claw their way back into the present, and the ghosts of Shivansh's past demand a price too heavy for any heart to bear. Even those they trust harbor daggers sharp enough to bleed them dry. Together, Shivansh and Prarthana must learn to fight not only the world but also the shadows within themselves. Because if they falter, if they let the chaos swallow them, their love won't just end, it will destroy them.

The battle ended before midnight. The royal palace of Rajgarh burned beneath a blood moon, its white towers crumbling under the weight of betrayal. Crimson smoke curled into the sky as screams faded into silence, swallowed by the shadows that moved like wolves across the land. At the heart of the ruin stood Shivansh, the last and most feared of the werewolf kings. His silver eyes gleamed under the flickering torchlight as he pulled his blade from Prince Arjun's chest. The prince's blood soaked into the marble, a final sacrifice in Shivansh's long war for the crown. He hadn't done it for power. Not really. He had done it because the world owed him. Because kingdoms built on the bones of his kind deserved to fall. And then she appeared. Prarthana. Dressed in white, streaked with ash and grief, she ran into the throne room-calling for the man who could no longer answer. Her footsteps slowed when she saw the blood. Then she saw him. Their eyes met. The moment stilled. The scent of her hit him like a storm. His heart-beast and man-snapped to attention. His instincts roared. Mate. The word echoed in his soul like prophecy. But she did not weep in fear. She didn't run. She looked at Shivansh-looked through him-and something colder than rage filled her eyes. Disgust. Hatred. Revulsion. He took a step forward. "Prarthana," he said, her name tasting like smoke and fate. "You are mine." She shook her head. "I will never be yours. You murdered him." "I claimed what was already mine." Her slap never reached him. He caught her wrist mid-air-gently, yet unmovable-and in that moment, the war between them began. He carried her from the ruins of her life as fire devoured the only home she'd ever known. Her cries fell on stone ears. Her hatred? It only made the bond stronger. She was his fated queen. But Prarthana would rather be his curse.

Prashiv

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A poignant tale of two souls destined to collide, clash and ultimately find redemption in each other. At its core, the story explores the intricate dance between trauma and trust, showcasing how vulnerability, patience and genuine love can mend even the most fractured hearts. Shivansh Randhawa, a formidable force, a successful CEO whose commanding presence masks a tumultuous past marked by childhood trauma and betrayal. His arrogance and cold demeanor stem from deeply rooted scars and he harbors a cynical belief that women are driven by greed, making him dismissive and rude, especially towards those he perceives as insincere. Prarthana Malhotra, a gentle, naive girl with an unyielding spirit. An orphan who survives on her humble job as a chef in a small restaurant, her quiet strength is shadowed by the pain she carries, pain she endures in silence, hiding her wounds behind a shy, innocent exterior. Their life takes an unexpected turn when they find themselves entangled in a forced arranged marriage, a marriage arranged by him-Shivansh Randhawa. Why he married her forcefully? As their worlds collide, initial misunderstandings and deep-seated prejudices threaten to keep them apart. Yet, beneath the layers of hurt and skepticism, a fragile bond begins to form-one built on innocence, patience and the unspoken hope of healing. Through turbulent trials and moments of vulnerability, both Shivansh and Prarthana embark on a transformative journey-learning to confront their pasts, breaking down barriers and discovering that love, with all its imperfections, can be the most powerful force of redemption. Will they succeed in healing each other?

The Malhotras and Randhawas have been intertwined for years, and their families' closeness has resulted in deep, almost unspoken connections between the four of them. Prathana, always the professional and disciplined one, has always kept her distance from Shivansh-he's the type of man who could shatter her carefully controlled world, but that makes him even more irresistible. She tells herself she's safe because he's not her "type"-too dominant, too commanding-but deep down, she knows the truth: she's drawn to him like a moth to a flame. The chemistry is undeniable, but the boundaries are clear-he's her sister's future husband, and she's determined not to cross any lines. Shivansh, on the other hand, is tired of pretending. He's been forced into an arranged marriage with Gayatri, but his heart isn't in it. From the moment he met Prathana, he knew she was different. She's the one who haunts his thoughts, the one who challenges him in ways he's never been challenged before. He's drawn to her strength, her confidence, and the fire behind her icy exterior. He's determined to have her, even if it means fighting his own emotions, even if it means causing a rift in the carefully laid-out plans of their families. In this tangled web of attraction, rivalry, and forbidden desires, the story of Prathana, Shivansh, Gayatri, and Raunak begins-a story full of intense chemistry, hidden emotions, and dangerous attraction that threatens to unravel everything they've built.

Prarthana left shivansh because she had enough of torture from his bua and Sonalika's presence. she supressed her feelings and left his house. she was ready to start every thing again for herself but she did not anticipate her husband to hold on to her and try to win her back. Shivansh had been a fool, he realised it too late that he could do without his wife but he was ready to do anything to have her back. Will shivansh get prathana back or will he lose her forever?

She lost everything the day he stopped believing her - her marriage, her family, even her voice. Branded selfish, stubborn, too much. He walked away. The world moved on. And somewhere else, another story ended too soon. When their paths cross, it isn't fate. It's exhaustion. Two broken people, finding something quieter: understanding. For every story that was left unfinished. For every apology that came too late. This is the one that asks - what if love can begin again, not in fire, but in silence? A tender, slow-burn romance about second chances, forgiveness, and the kind of love that doesn't demand to be seen - only felt.

Every beginning has ghosts. Every kiss carries the weight of what came before. She wasn't supposed to fall again. Not after the storm she survived. But then came a man who listened, who stayed - who saw her scars and didn't flinch. Shiv wasn't supposed to look back. Not when he'd built a life from nothing. But then came a woman whose voice felt like home - and whose past held more of his truth than he ever expected. They thought surviving was the hard part. But love? Love is harder. Especially when ghosts return in the form of a mother who abandoned him... And a past that refuses to stay buried. As Akshara and Shiv step into a fragile new beginning, old enemies resurface, secrets come unraveled, and danger begins to circle. They've found each other. But will the world let them keep what they've finally built? This is not a story about falling in love. It's about choosing it. Every day. Even when it hurts. Even when it's terrifying. Even when the past claws back. A canon-woven story - Book 2 in the "Jaan Ban Gaye" series. For lovers of slow burn, second chances, and deeply flawed, quietly burning people.

Prathna was a sweet, simple, and cheerful girl - full of dreams and sunshine - ready to begin a new chapter of life with the man she liked, Raunak. But fate had other plans. In a cruel twist of events, she's forced to marry Shivansh Randhawa - a cold-hearted, emotionally distant man who wears silence like armor. To the world, he's a respected Buisness man. To Prathna, he's a mystery she desperately wants to understand. And despite his indifference, she finds herself falling - deeply, completely, irrevocably - for her husband. But what Prathna doesn't know... Is that Shivansh didn't marry her for her dignity. He married her to destroy Raunak. She is just a pawn in a well-orchestrated game of vengeance. But what happens when the pawn becomes the only thing the king can't lose? What happens when love threatens to melt vengeance? And what will be left of Prathna when the truth shatters her completely?