𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞. - 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚔. ────── ⋆⋅🌙⋅⋆ ────── 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐨𝐧, a 30-year-old global idol, lives under the spotlight - adored by millions, yet known by none. A perfectionist wrapped in quiet intensity, he's a man who believes in soulmates, in signs, in love written in the stars. But in a world that demands everything from him, love always came second. 𝐉𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇, a 27-year-old entrepreneur, is fire wrapped in grace. After a heartbreak that carved scars deeper than she admits, she chooses ambition over affection, peace over passion. Her days are built on routines, responsibilities, and the quiet hope that maybe - just maybe - the universe still has something extraordinary in store. Their worlds collide at an airport in Paris - brief, accidental, unforgettable. A lost jhumka. A haunting scent of jasmine. And the sound of bells. What begins as a chance encounter blooms into something neither of them expected - a love story written across continents, stitched with longing, fate, and the kind of slow-burning tenderness that changes everything. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ, ꜱᴏᴜʟꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇꜱ - ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆... 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆.

"𝐓𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐓𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐓𝐢𝐲𝐚..." He chants her name for months. But did she ever come back? "𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!" she cried. But she never saw Ryan again. Until... 𝑻𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒓𝒂 𝒙 𝑹𝒚𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒏 ──⭒─⭑─⭒── Tiya never thought she'd end up married to Ryan - her ex. But here they are, stuck together because of family decisions. Living under the same roof brings back old memories and old wounds. Can they find love again, or will the past tear them apart?

𝐕𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚 could hear other people's thoughts. She has this mind-reading superpower which has grown as a difficulty rather than a blessing. But then, came the sweet serenity to her chaos, 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐲 - the one she can't read, can't hear thoughts of. This is not just a simple high school love story. It has more than that, to know - you have to look over and uncover the secrets and riddles under the shell of humour and cutesy moments! _____________________________________________ "He's hot," she corrected, and before I could say anything, P.T. Sir shouted for attention. "Doreamon, you're such an attention seeker. Always asking for attention. Wait, where did Mr Piercing go?" Rooh need to control her mind. I looked at Rooh who just passed me a confused look. I turned my head ahead, as the P.T. Sir again shouted at someone for standing straight. I felt someone bump into me, and then came a "sorry."And then- silence. Not the absence of noise around me. The noise inside my head, all the endless thoughts and murmurs, had simply stopped. No one else would ever notice this. The echoing thoughts, the constant hum, the chaos that usually never stopped-only I could feel that it had vanished. 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. Read now.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎. ─────.✦ 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. .✦ ───── 𝘼𝙗𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, a 29 year old, successful man, who belongs to the royal family. A Royal heir. A man of few words, who carries authority and power. Stoic, aloof, cold and always calm. A man known for his calculative steps and focused mind. Living to fulfill his duties, responsibilities and obligations. 𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖 𝙍𝙖𝙟𝙥𝙪𝙩, a 25 year old, dedicated doctor, specialising in gynecology. A beautiful, fierce and hardworking woman, driven by the desire to prove her worth in every step of life. Behind the polite smile, she is just an anxious soul, haunted by the past and guilt. Covered by her confidence, no one can see the sadness and anger beneath. A loss, that the world never let her recover. --- For Aarna, marriage and love was a distant thought, she never imagined herself in getting one. However fate plays a twisted game, where little did she knew, that her life would turn upside down, becoming an backup plan in someone's life. Getting into a marriage just on paper, a planned arrangement without any emotional meaning with a man she barely knew, Abhimay Raichand. ── .✦ "You think I asked for this marriage?" she snapped, her voice trembling, "I didn't ask for any of this, Abhimay!" "Neither did I." 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬- 𝐨𝐫..... 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔?

~ हम जो चलने लगे, चलने लगे हैं ये रास्ते आ-हा-हा, मंज़िल से बेहतर लगने लगे है ये रास्ते हम जो चलने लगे, चलने लगे हैं ये रास्ते आ-हा-हा, मंज़िल से बेहतर लगने लगे है ये रास्ते ~ 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 : ᴀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ

𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑹𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝑿 𝑲𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 { under major editing } Vengeance was never meant to become love. It was supposed to be fire, destructive, consuming, final. He burned in it, fed it, let revenge carve a throne inside his chest. She, meanwhile, was healing, quietly and painfully, learning who she was when the lies were stripped away. Because what could be crueler than realizing your entire life was a performance? That the name you answered to, the home you trusted, the love you believed in, all of it was a facade. And now you are left with the most terrifying question of all. Who am I, if everything I was taught to be was a lie? Somewhere between his rage and her rebirth, revenge lost its edge. It twisted. It lingered. It stared back at him with her face. And healing stopped being gentle. It turned sharp and addictive, because knowing him felt like knowing the truth, even if that truth was poisonous. They did not fall in love. They fell into each other, into a dark, suffocating obsession where pain felt familiar and destruction felt like home. He wanted to ruin her. She wanted to find herself. Instead, they found something far more dangerous. A love born from ashes, obsession stitched together with revenge, and a bond so dark neither of them wanted to escape it. ⸸ "Get out of my house. The divorce papers arrive at dawn." Love didn't break. It was executed in silence. ⋆♱- "It hurts right here," he murmured, "amore, aur kitna tarpaogi?" His arms opened like a plea, fingers trembling over the ruins of the place she once lived-his heart, now homeless. ⋆♱- "You'll not touch me." "I won't," he whispered. "And that's the cruelty of it, amore." He dropped to his knees, desire caged, pride stripped bare, his head bowed at her feet, where love ended and obsession began.