Alternate AU. Prarthana Malhotra is on the brink of stardom, finally ready to step out of her superstar father's shadow when an article threatens to implode everything she's worked for over the last 5 years, bringing her back to a past she'd tried to leave behind. Shivansh Randhawa has just closed the biggest deal of his life, but an article negates all his achievement, circling him back to the one person he'd never truly gotten over. Old flames revive their relationship, but here's the catch- this time, it's strictly for the cameras.

An Indian Arranged Marriage Romance, intertwining duty, healing, and royal legacy. [ They met as strangers at the wedding Altar, But destiny had already written them as Soulmates. ] _____________________ He vowed never to marry. She was the light he never expected. Ekash lived in the shadows of his past, haunted by promises he wished he could forget. Marriage was only his grandmother's last wish-until Sanvi stepped into his world. Her quiet strength broke down his walls. Her touch became the only calm to his restless soul. He never planned to love... but destiny had other plans for his arranged bride. ___________________ Started on: 28 May 2025 Author AKSHUVIKA

They were never meant to be... or so they believed. She hated relationships. He didn't believe in marriage. But fate doesn't ask for permission-it simply unfolds. Bound by a decision that wasn't theirs, Aaradhya and Shivansh were pushed into a marriage neither of them wanted. Strangers with wounded hearts. Prisoners of their pasts. Victims of a word that haunted them both-Destiny. Aaradhya was born into a home that never wanted her. A burden, they called her. A mistake. Every time she heard the word "destiny," it didn't feel like fate-it felt like a curse. And Shivansh? He had built walls so high around him that even love feared to climb. Marriage was never part of his plan. Until she walked into it. They were never supposed to fall in love. But maybe love doesn't ask for permission either. Or was it even love? A story of quiet pain, healing silences, and unexpected tenderness. Of two broken souls who were forced into a bond... and slowly found pieces of themselves within each other. "Maybe it was fate that made them hate me. Maybe I was born to be unwanted." "Destiny"-that word never felt beautiful to her. It felt like betrayal. Like a silent enemy lurking behind every decision others made for her life. It took everything. Changed everyone. And left scars she could never forget. ~~~~ ~Author's note~ Hello guys I heartly welcome you all in this journey of Aaradhya and Shivansh. English is not my first language so please tell me if i did something that seems wrong or a grammatical error. This story is purely a work of imagination and any resemblance to real world is a coincidence. This is my first story so please do give me some tips on improvement, and don't think twice before commenting anything you don't feel alright.

"𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙮'𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧." ************* Shivansh opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, Prisha closed the gap between them and pressed her lips against his. ************* It was sudden. Unpredictable. Her lips were soft but desperate-seeking safety, not just romance. His eyes widened, caught completely off guard. But he didn't stop her. Something in that moment held him frozen. He kissed her back, gently, letting her lead, letting her release all the pain she had buried. Her lips trembled, and slowly, tears began to roll down her cheeks. She broke the kiss and wrapped her arms tightly around him, sobbing softly against his chest. ************ Tropes/- Business man x hidden identity His enemy's daughter Touch her and die Touch him and you don't find your ash Devil x Roseheart She breaks x he heals Die for each other His vengeance her love Forced marriage Marriage at gun point Multi couples ************ Other couples/- Suhani Raichand x Rudransh khurana Vikrant Singhania x Vanshika ************ ➥𝐕𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑-"𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞"

Here is my take on what I wish would have happened when Shivansh confronts Prathana in the hallway after his marriage is fixed with Sonalika. The line where he says that he wants to be the person she gets wet with on rainy nights melted my heart. I think there was so much potential but the show missed the mark for me, especially in the bunch of last episodes. So, if I was a writer on the show this is how I would have written the rest of Prashiv's story. Hope you all enjoy :)

Some doors should never be opened. She chose the wrong one. Prarthana Malhotra believed in logic, in late-night study sessions and the steady beat of a stethoscope against a quiet chest. She was the kind of girl who noticed the smallest changes in a patient's tone, who read between silences, who kept her struggles tucked beneath perfectly highlighted notes. Until one night-half-drunk, half-dared-she wandered into a room she should've never seen. A gunshot cracked the air. A man collapsed in a pool of his own blood. And standing over him, calm as death itself, was Shivansh Randhawa-Hyderabad's most feared drug lord. Their eyes met. He smiled. She ran. Now, he's watching her. Ruining her life one careful move at a time. Not to kill her- Not yet. Because Shivansh doesn't just eliminate threats. He hunts them. And this time, his prey is a girl who refuses to break. A girl he can't stop thinking about. ⸻ Let me know if you'd like a tagline to go with it or a visual aesthetic moodboard description!

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.

18+ In this book I will write Mature Os on our beloved couple.