⋆.𐙚 ̊ His Quiet Obsession: "ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪɴ- ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ" ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── When "̶I̶ ̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶ ̶r̶u̶l̶e̶s̶.̶"̶ type of girl meets ̶"̶A̶n̶d̶ ̶I̶...̶ ̶r̶e̶w̶r̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶.̶"̶ type of man!!! ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── ★| Amaira Gupta - resident chaos supplier, unofficial princess of her family, and professional "I-want-it-so-I-get-it" kind of girl. She's a walking playlist of Taylor Swift songs, a binge-watching K-drama addict, and the kind of bubbly sunshine that somehow manages to trip over flat ground but still look adorable doing it. She's a hopeless romantic, the kind who dreams with her head in the clouds, heart in her sleeve, and diary full of dramatic what-if scenarios. Somewhere between all the laughter, the pouts, and the twirls in her floral dresses... she unknowingly lost her heart to a pair of ocean-blue eyes. ☕ ★| Shivansh - the kind of man silence belongs to. He's already the disciplined, composed owner of his own company, the sort who keeps his suits pressed, his schedule tighter than his smile, and his life free from chaos... or at least, that's what he thought. Grumpy to the core, allergic to noise and mess, and carrying a past dark enough to keep most people at arm's length - he never imagined the girl with hazel-brown eyes, the one who barged in like a hurricane, would become the exception. He tried to run from her, from the warmth she brought, but destiny doesn't exactly care about his carefully drawn lines. ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── ♡ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕃𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕏 ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝔾𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕤♡

𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 - To the young girl who whispered one word under that birthday sky, and the man who simply didn't recognize its weight at the time. This is for hearts that waited, for love that refused to fade despite rejection. Fate is fickle. Promise is fragile. Dedicated to those who hold onto hope, even when tomorrow offers no guarantee. *･･*:.｡..* :𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: *..｡.:*･･* 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 × 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟖 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐞-𝐠𝐚𝐩 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

"I wish me and you could live together in the same time ever in any universe".......𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒗💌 . .🍀 .🌷 . " People say your life's last 7 minutes belong to someone you love and cherish the most.... I wish it to be 𝒀𝑶𝑼 ".......... 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒗❤‍🩹

☘︎ 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑪𝑶𝑴 "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒌 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊-𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔" 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑾𝑨𝑳 , all she ever wanted was a place to call her own. As the eldest daughter of a loud, loving joint family in Dehradun, she's spent her life putting others first-until one day, this girl who was sunrise in human form-glowing with old Bollywood songs, her jhumkas chiming like temple bells, and her chai always had that extra spoon of sugar to match the drama in her day, dares to put herself first and buys a cozy little house in Delhi. Her dream home. A space without constant knocks on the door, unsolicited advice, or shared cupboards. Except-plot twist-it's already been sold. To 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑽 𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑱𝑨 . The overly logical, emotionally constipated NRI from New York, the one who cursed mornings but still showed up-clutching a cup of black coffee with zero sugar as bitter as his overactive mind, noise-cancelling headphones on and wearing sarcasm like cologne, has returned not for a vacation-but for a memory, to buy back the house where he grew up, the house that once belonged to his parents, divorced parents. For him, it's not just property-it's a piece of his childhood. Now what ? Both have legal papers. Both want the house And neither is willing to leave. So what do they do? Exactly what any two stubborn people would do- They stay . Together . Become accidental housemates 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 the Mr.Fraud seller is found. And then? let's just say-𝑩𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊 , 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆- Because sometimes the wrong house can yo

In the bustling corridors of expectation and isolation, Divya Aggarwal finds herself ensnared in the intricate web of her family's towering aspirations. Constantly overshadowed by the brilliance of her elder sister, she struggles to carve out her own identity amidst the weight of comparison and unattainable standards. Despite the occasional warmth from her sister, Divya's heart yearns for a deeper sense of belonging and acceptance that seems forever out of reach. Meanwhile, Raghav Sinha navigates the cutthroat world of business with a heart starved for affection, haunted by a past devoid of familial warmth. His clandestine dealings with the underworld add a dangerous twist to his already complex existence. Yet beneath the veneer of ruthless ambition lies a vulnerability, a silent plea for the warmth of affection that has eluded him for so long. As fate intertwines their paths, they are drawn into a tumultuous journey where love, betrayal, and redemption collide. Brace yourself for a gripping tale where the lines between right and wrong blur, and the true cost of belonging is revealed. Strap in tight, for this rollercoaster of emotions will leave you breathless until the very end.

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

"I've lived every profession, every life, every soul in my 1000 years.... Abb to bss uska ban k jeena h!!" "I wanted to be her prince, but she made me her VILLIAN!!" ｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕｡ This is Fanfiction based story, it includes magic, Rebirth, Romance, A prince, A princess and A Villain.

❝What happens when two complete strangers are forced into a marriage neither saw coming?❞ 𝐀𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 never had anything work in her favor. All she ever wanted was a family of her own-someone to belong to, someone to cherish her. Just when she thought peace was within reach, life threw her into yet another storm. This time, it came wrapped in wedding vows. When her cousin ran away on the day of the wedding, Amulya was pushed forward as the replacement bride-a desperate cover-up for the family's honor. No one asked if she wanted this. No one cared. 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 had everything-money, power, a name people respected... or feared. But he still felt hollow, like something essential was missing. A void he couldn't name. Until he saw her. Standing alone in a bridal lehenga, being accused of betrayal, while her relatives played the victims with practiced lies. And then came that voice-manipulative, dripping with guilt: "Aise mat kijiye... kya hoga is bachi ka? Ab kaun karega isse shaadi?" He knew the tears were fake. But her silence was real. Her fear? Even more so. And before logic could catch up with impulse, his voice rang out across the chaotic venue: "Main karunga." A marriage neither of them wanted. A connection neither of them expected. A truth that could shatter everything. ❝He fell first. He fell harder. But will she ever fall at all?❞ Tropes Marriage of Convenience Forced Marriage Car Racer x Secretary Green Forest Family Drama Strangers to Friends Twists, Secrets, and Suspense He fell first & harder .......... Read The Book to Know the whole Story 🎀

It is the continuation of the first book Mohobbat ki Dastaan: his love healed her. After so many ups and downs they have finally come to walk in the path full of thorns and embers. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Let's dive into their story where love knows no boundaries. let's see how they will cross every boundary for there loved ones.