• It all started as hate, until it wasn't • Life had been nothing but a bed of roses for Viransh Arora, the only son of the chairperson of one of the largest conglomerates of Australia. His life was designed as a checklist, the day he was born - graduate from a world class university, commence his own company and then, marry a partner who suits his societal status. Straight A's in his field of studies, a prodigy in basketball and a model arts graduate, he certainly turned out to be an ideal son. But, one incident. One incident is all it took for all those years of hardwork to be flipped to a total hundred and eighty degrees. "My sister cannot commit such a crime!" But she did. All of the evidence proved against her. He screamed at the officer who stood in front of him in full glory, her eyes blank as she smirked with a devilish grin. She cocked her brow and played with the handcuffs, disinterested in his words. She appeared delighted as if she were waiting for this day. "How does it feel to be a part of the Aroras?" And he knew, Aira Rife is going to be one hell of a woman. He will prove her wrong, he will safeguard his sister and serve her justice, even if it means going against his family. Even if it costs to marry this rebellious woman. [Updates - Every Saturday and Sunday]

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"The throne demands loyalty." "And I demand you." An arranged royal marriage. Two powerful states. One destiny neither of them chose. Mrunmayi Deshmukh was raised to honor legacy. Raghav Rathore was born to carry a crown. Their union is meant to strengthen influence, secure alliances, and silence speculation. Love was never part of the arrangement. But behind palace doors-where power is negotiated in whispers and duty weighs heavier than desire-their carefully structured marriage begins to shift. In a world ruled by lineage and expectation, some alliances are forged by strategy... ...and some are chosen beyond it.

Krisha mehta is fashion designer by profession,24, and the temporary CEO of her father's empire by responsibility, she walks through life with cold confidence and unapologetic arrogance. She doesn't beg. She doesn't explain. And she never says sorry-even when the fault is hers-because apologies were never taught to someone who learned to survive alone. She has learned one rule very well: emotions are weaknesses, and weakness is dangerous. She hates him. With a depth that even she refuses to understand. Why does she hate him? That answer is locked away in her silence-a secret she protects at all costs. She believes she knows the truth-believes that no one understands it better than she does. She thinks she has already seen through him, judged him, and closed that chapter forever. But the truth is far more dangerous. Because she doesn't know everything. He does. While she lives with half-answers and buried memories, he knows the entire story. Every detail. Every secret. Every reason she hates him. And while she believes he is just a man she despises, he has been watching her from the shadows for the past five years. Obsessing. Waiting. Wanting. To him, she was never just a woman. She was a fixation. As their worlds collide, buried secrets begin to surface-secrets that blur the line between love and control, hatred and desire. Because when a woman who believes she knows the truth meets a man who actually holds it... Nothing stays hidden.