Two individuals, each at the pinnacle of their own success, are brought together by an age-old tradition: arranged marriage. Can a bond forged by family ties truly ignite into a passionate love? They embark on a journey of discovery, exploring the uncharted territory of shared lives and intertwined destinies. Will their strengths complement each other, creating a perfect union, or will their very brilliance lead to unforeseen conflicts? This is a story of love, tradition, and the unexpected twists that await even the most meticulously planned lives. Hope you have a great time reading it. Started : 5 May 2024 Completed: 17 Nov 2024 Total chapters : 53

"To coffee, chaos, and the fine line between loathing and longing. Without you, this story would still be enemies-only." In the world of fleeting passion and noise one men devoted to her and love so profound it transcends the ordinary devoting soul his soul scaredely devoted to her, through trial of fate,time and unspoken vows and meeting in a timeless tale of unwavering reverence and divine connection that lead to obession to love to devotion till eternity. . . . . She whispered " I Hate You, If You Are the Last Person On The Earth Then Also I Won't Choose You". . . . . He catch her wrist and take her close to hm and hug her tightly " I Heard That , Coco . Anything Else??" He ask Like this is most obvious question in the world . . . . . She punch try to free from his embrace"Are You Crazy.Have You Lost Your Brain I Said I Hate You Not Only Hate I Despise You Till Eternity". . . . . He grasps her more tightly "Feeling Is Mutual But I Am Lost In You Being Yours Then I Hate You Accept Or Not I M Yours Only Yours Till Eternity Or Beyond The Eternity." . . . . . . __Tropes___ -Enemies To Lover -Arrogant Sunshine x Fierce Sunshine -School Lovestory -Competitive Sprit -Forbidden love -Obesseed ML X Possesive FML "To the person who inspired the ultimate enemies-to-lovers arc: Thank you for being insufferable. It was hot." A/N : © 2026 Strawbwrite All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author. Thank you !!!!!!! ©2026 All Rights Reserved

"Pal mein jo mile, pal mein hi khoya, Nigaahen chhupi, dil ne jo jaana... Yeh kahani hai un lamhon ki, Jahan muskaan aur chhupi si pyaar ki dastaan hai." When Svea Ghosh ,an 18-year-old driven and stubborn girl, steps through the gates of the National Defence Academy, she knows the journey ahead will be brutal-but she didn't expect her fate to collide with his. Standing tall among the 3rd-term cadets is Rudra Singhania-cold eyes, impossible discipline, and a reputation that makes even seniors shut up. He believes emotions are a distraction. She believes discipline doesn't mean silence. From the very first clash, sparks fly-not the soft romantic ones, but the kind that burn, bruise, and leave a mark. Inside the academy's strict walls, where every cadet is reduced to a number-Svea becomes 309, just another chest number... except to Rudra, who can't ignore the fire in her eyes. Between squadron allotments, orientation drills, sarcastic banter with new friends, and the unspoken rules of military life, Svea and Rudra find themselves circling each other-equal parts tension and pull. His friends-Aarush, Ved, and Shaurya-see what he refuses to admit. Her presence unsettles him. Her spirit challenges him. And her silence affects him more than her words ever could. In a world built on discipline, honor, and devotion, love isn't luxury- It's war. A slow-burn, intense war where hearts surrender long before the enemies do. This isn't a fairytale. It's a battlefield. And their story begins the moment she walks off the bus... last, not out of fear-but because she wants to absorb every second of the life she's dreamt of.

"Aree uncle, jaake apne pote-poti ke saath baitho na... ya apne bete-bahu ke saath. Mere seat pe kyun baithe hue ho aap?" Ashi frowned deeper. "Hello? Uncle ji? Sunai nahi deta kya? Yeh meri seat hai." Now she was fully done, "Aapko samajh nahi aata kya? Ticket dekh ke.." Before she could complete her sentence, the man slowly lifted the cap from his face. And looked straight at her. Ashi's words died instantly. Because the man she had just confidently called uncle... Was absolutely, undeniably not an uncle. Late twenties. Sharp features. Clean jawline. Formal clothes that screamed class. And eyes...calm, sharp, and currently staring at her like he had just found unexpected entertainment. The man studied her for a second, then his gaze casually moved from her face... to her height... and back to her face. A faint smirk appeared. And then he said, in a calm, slightly amused tone, "Seat tumhari hai... lekin attitude kaafi bada hai... bacchi pata nahi aaj kal maa baap apne chote bacchon ko akele kaise travel karne dete hai." ___________________________________________________________________________ ASHI AGGARWAL, 23, had spent two exhausting years chasing jobs, surviving ghosted emails and endless "We regret to inform you" messages. Not because she needed money, but because she had dreams and self-respect. Still, rejection after rejection had started to wear her down. Then one day-ping. A job offer from Mumbai for a Food Technologist Scientist position. After two long years, Ashi had finally made it. ABIR MITTAL, twenty-six, was tall, intimidating, rich, and permanently done with life. Born into a wealthy Bhopal family, he could've lived comfortably forever. But comfort was boring. So when India's second-largest tech company offered him a General Manager position in Mumbai, he packed up and left New city, zero peace, endless emails. Completely unaware that Mumbai had more than just a promotion waiting for him.

Coming soon....after MAI MATWAARI 𝙃𝙪𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖, 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖..... 𝙏𝙪 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙞, 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣... 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖 ♡𝐌𝐚𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚♡ 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑱𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑱𝒐𝒈𝒊. 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖠𝗇𝗏𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗇𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾... 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖠𝗇𝗏𝗂-𝖠𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗇𝖺. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗂𝗍? 𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒... 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌? 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖠𝗇𝗏𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗇𝖺 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. ************ Can't read as standalone... Prefer to read MAI MATWAARI first...

Hamein tumse hua h pyaar..ham kya kre Aap hi bateeyain ham kya kre! The story begins in a house where everyone's little life, Shreedha, lived. Mischief wasn't just a habit for her-it was her hobby. Helping others, on the other hand, was something her values had taught her since childhood. Her tongue was as sharp as green chilli, quick and fearless with words. She was extremely extroverted, the kind of girl who could light up a room the moment she entered it-and bold too, never afraid to be herself. Laughter followed her everywhere, and chaos wasn't far behind. In that house, peace existed... but only until Shreedha woke up. Now, let's talk about the boy whose anger always sat right on the tip of his nose-Kriyansh. He was cold, reserved, and deeply introverted. Not someone who expressed his emotions easily-or at all. Silence was his comfort zone, and distance was his shield. Yet, beneath that hard exterior was a kind heart. Kriyansh never turned away from the poor or the elderly, helping them quietly without expecting gratitude. His world revolved around one thing alone-his family. They were the only people he truly loved, the only ones who mattered to him. Or at least, that's what he believed. Because life had other plans... and someone else was yet to walk into his carefully guarded world.

ye kahani hai school life ki, jaha pyaar shor nhi karta tha bas aankhon se samjha jaata tha.👀🍂 zindagi jene ki chah mai khudko hi bhool gayi thi ,par usne jeena sikhaya. har kahaani puri honi hi chahiye ye zaroori nhi bas kuch kahaaniya zindagi ko jeena sikhati hai ...✨ yeh sirf ek lovestory nhi, balki un lamhon ki kahani hai jo kabhi wapas nahi aate......❤️ "This is my first story , I know there might be some mistakes, but I have written it from my heart . I hope you will read it with kindness " ~by dk❤️✨👀

"Excuse me!! How dare you to talk to me like this?? Do you know who I am?" He roared at Vanika in loud voice pointing his index finger towards her. "Prime minister ke bete ho tum?? By growing this beard and height, are you thinking that you are training commander? Listen Mr. Whatever, I don't give a damn about your identity. So just leave my way." Vanika said putting his finger down by her index finger. He gave her a death glare and left from there while she smirked . ******************************************************** She was standing in line with other IPS candidates but suddenly gets 440 volt shock when the same man she fought with came to stage throwing sharp glares at Vanika and said - "Good morning Candidates. I am Nirmay Oberoi your training commander. And from now you all will be trained under my guidance in these 11 months." ******************************************************** But both of them did not know that the tale which has started will go "𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈".

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 , 𝙈𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙃𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞...... ♡ 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙄 ♡ Shashwat Rajvansh - An introvert, calm and ambitious guy studies in class 12th. For him "Rules are meant to be followed". He is a bookworm and topper of his class . He is prince charming of almost all girls of school but never give a glance to them . His dream is to join Indian army and for that he is studying very hard . He has no time for Love. Siya Malhotra - An exovert and chirpy girl studies in class 11th . She is always ready to break the rules and have zero interest in study . She has promised herself to not to fall in love but a sudden encounter with her senior "Shashwat Rajvansh" Changed her perspective about love when she slowly started falling for him who doesn't seem to be interested in her. The more she is getting to know him the more she is falling for him. ************************************************** "For me, Love is devotion." She said, her eyes were drawn to the resplendent Krishna idol. "Then I am devoted to you, Siya, the way you are devoted to your Krishna." He replied looking at her with an intensity akin to how a priest gazes at an idol. *************************************************** Jump inside the story to know more ❤️✨. ______________________________________________ There is no cheating, no toxicity and no love angle. It is just a simple school love story which includes Love, friendship and lots of fun that would probably take you back to your school days. ______________________________________________________

'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."