It's been nearly a year since the top model of the AR Group vanished from the spotlight, leaving behind a brief note claiming she wanted a peaceful life far away from the flashing cameras. She moved quietly to London, yet the distance proved absolute-she hadn't even returned when her only mother lost her battle to cancer, choosing grief in isolation over the noise of home. The chandeliers of the grand Windsor Palace marriage hall cast a glittering, golden glow over the sea of high-society elites. Laughter, champagne glasses clinking, and the soft hum of string music filled the air as the flashbulbs of professional photographers captured every meticulously planned moment of the grand engagement ceremony. At the center of the dais, the groom stood tall and polished in a custom-tailored tuxedo, a confident smile gracing his lips as he held out a diamond ring, gently taking the bride-to-hand to slide it onto her finger. Suddenly, a restless murmur rippled through the front rows of seated guests. Heads turned, whispers spreading like wildfire, and the romantic melody faded beneath a wave of sharp, judgmental gasps and mocking taunts. A frail, destitute woman stood frozen in the opulent doorway. She was in a deeply vulnerable state-her clothes were torn, dirt smeared her skin, and her eyes held a hollow, haunted exhaustion. Disgusted whispers echoed through the hall as society matrons turned their noses up at the intrusion, while security guards rushed forward with stern reprimands to drag her out of the luxury venue. The guests quickly looked back, eager to return their attention to the glamorous couple on stage. But as the groom went to complete the ring ceremony, his eyes drifted past the crowd toward the entrance. His breath caught. The ring slipped from his trembling fingers, clattering loudly against the marble floor. Because the miserable, broken woman standing at the doors wasn't a stranger at all. It was her.

She is not just his Desire anymore- she is his desire, insanity, attraction, passion, obsession, his demand to control her life, his desperate need to possess her. It is way BEYOND DESIRE... It's not a continuation of the show, just a fanfic...So, if you have not watched the show at all, it doesn't matter...

The story of a naive Khushi and a kind hearted Arnav together at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Arnav, Khushi and a murder mystery of Shyam Jha. Rated mature for concept. Banner credit - Phir_Mohabbat from India forums

As love grows in stolen glances, fierce loyalty, and unbreakable promises, two wounded souls find refuge in each other. A story of love that blooms not in grand declarations, but in everyday choices, fierce protection, and the courage to stay. Set between grief and healing, passion and permanence, this is a story of a home rebuilt not by words, but by unwavering devotion.

Arnav saves Khushi from a life changing danger, but as their lives become intertwined, Khushi becomes the one who heals the childhood trauma he has buried for years. In saving each other, they discover that the deepest wounds are healed not by strength, but by love.

It's been five years since Khushi and Arnav married. One morning, Arnav finds his wife's image on the cover of a magazine. ----------------------- This one-shot story takes place five years after the events in my Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon fan-fiction "One Step Closer", which you can find on my profile. It works as a stand-alone read, but please know that the Arnav and Khushi in this little piece are the ones from "One Step Closer", so they've lived a different timeline than they did in the original show. I hope you like it! It's just a little epilogue on how I imagined Khushi's life would be after the events in my main story.

She Was Never Alone The world knew her as Khushi Kumari Gupta. A simple girl from Lucknow. A girl who smiled through every storm. A girl who always chose everyone else before herself. But what if that wasn't the whole truth? When Arnav Singh Raizada decides that his sister's happiness is worth more than Khushi's dignity, he believes he is cornering a helpless girl with nowhere to go. He is wrong. Some people mistake kindness for weakness. Some mistake silence for surrender. And some discover far too late that the person they underestimated was never alone to begin with. As old secrets begin to surface and long-buried truths refuse to stay hidden, the lives of two families become intertwined in ways neither of them could have imagined. But this isn't the story of a girl waiting for someone to save her. It's the story of a daughter. A sister. A granddaughter. A young woman who must choose between the life the world expected of her and the future she chooses for herself. Because sometimes, the greatest strength isn't found in revenge. It's found in walking away. And sometimes... The people standing quietly behind you are the reason you never fall. She was never alone. She just had to discover it.

The journey of a girl named Khushi from hell to heaven

When Delhi billionaire Arnav Kapoor runs away from boardrooms, shareholders, and one too many PowerPoint presentations, he accidentally crash lands in Khushi's cheerful seaside bakery in Kochi. Armed with endless pastries, unsolicited life advice, and zero respect for his ego, Khushi turns his escape into a recipe for chaos, laughter, and love. As nosy relatives, corporate sharks, and high society drama come knocking, the unlikely pair discover that the sweetest empire isn't built with billions, it's built with butter, banter, and the perfect cup of coffee.