I died. Came back. Now I'm living in a soap opera-and no, I don't get a script. Transmigrated as the older twin in a wildly rich, wildly dramatic family, I'm surrounded by love triangles, overprotective parents, and the kind of chaos that would give reality TV execs a stroke. My sister's perfect. I'm... not. And while she collects admirers, I collect emotional damage-and maybe one terrifyingly attractive, possibly robotic boyfriend who understands me a little too well. There are secret pasts. Public scandals. Too much glitter. This isn't a romance. It's survival. And I'm done playing the sidekick.

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

First of all my english is too much bad and it is my 1st time so easy on me in this story Orginal cote verse react to another timeline aka fanfic stories.