A melodious laugh suddenly resonated in Anamika's ears as she looked in the direction from where it came. Anamika was mesmerised at what she saw. Eklavya was laughing heartily as he played around with the pups. Who also were chasing him with great pleasure. Anamika had always seen him with a frown etched on his heavenly crafted face, eyes jaded with annoyance, an overwhelming hauteur looming around him. But never had she seen him so carefree as he was looking at this moment. Fooling around with the pups as they chased after him, the smile on his face made him look amiable, his face glowing with cheeriness. At this moment he didn't look forbidden but rather amicable. The pups seemed to sense her presence as they hurriedly ran towards her and successfully placing his attention on her. Laughing at their enthusiasm she gave the bags to Rudra and captured both the pups in her arms. Eklavya strolled towards them leisurely with his eyes on the brown-haired girl who was busy teasing the little pups. "What are their names?" He asked in his usual deep voice that never failed to arrest her senses. And suddenly her lips felt dry and instinctively she moved her tongue over them sensuously. And the action didn't go unnoticed by his perceiving deep eyes. And so, her absolute resolution of avoiding him came crashing down horribly. ~~~~~~~~ Anamika is a 16 years old girl, and had just returned to her roots after staying for two long years in Varanasi. Now, she's back in Dehradun. With a family that includes her crazy grandparents, an elder sister and a little brother along with her parents, of course, Anamika is all set to have a blast these oncoming years. But what she never expected was to fall on a complete stranger on her first day at Dehradun, that too on her best friend's cousin, the brooding angel, Eklavya. ~~~~~~~ Swarna_Mriga. Eklavya @2019. Cover. All rights to its owner.

The night smelled of roses... and something far more tragic. A boy stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, his tiny hands trembling as voices echoed through the mansion. His mother's cries. His father's cold silence. And then- Silence. The kind of silence that doesn't just fill a room... it swallows lives. By morning, the house was decorated not with flowers of celebration, but with whispers of death. His mother was gone. And within months, another woman took her place. She wasn't just any woman. She was his father's assistant. Now, she was his stepmother. Her smile was warm in front of others... But her eyes? They held something far darker. Something calculating. Something dangerous. Miles away, under a completely different sky, a little girl sat by her window, clutching her mother's dupatta, her small world already shattered. She didn't understand death. She only understood that her mother wasn't coming back. And when her father remarried, she learned something else- Love doesn't always stay. People don't always mean what they promise. Years passed. The boy grew into a man who stopped believing in love. Feelings became temporary. Women became distractions. The girl grew into someone who feared even the idea of closeness. A fear she never chose... but could never escape. Two broken souls. Two completely different worlds. And yet, fate-cruel and silent-was already weaving their lives together. Not for love. But for a plan. A plan created by a woman who smiled sweetly... while destroying lives behind closed doors. A marriage would happen. Not because they wanted it. Not because they chose it. But because someone else needed it. And beneath it all... hidden like a secret buried under blooming roses- A whisper waited. A truth. A betrayal. A story that was never meant to have a happy ending. The story is completely mine but character name are taken from a popular show Iss pyaar ko kya naam doon.

For two years now, Zaira has lived under their roof. Not as a burden, not out of obligation. But as family. Her parents trust them, they adore her. She comes from another city to Mumbai for her education, welcomed with warmth, care, and affection into a wealthy household that treats her like their own. All except him. Aarvik Singhania barely speaks to her, barely acknowledges her presence. And when his eyes do find her, they are cold with something that looks dangerously close to anger. She is afraid of him, he rarely speak except it's important and that is what scare most people...his silence, the way he watches without looking and the way the room feels heavier when he's near. What Zaira doesn't know is that his detest is a lie.

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

Mumbai never waited for anyone. It roared, breathed, and swallowed people whole-dreamers, fighters, the broken and the brave. And on a humid July morning, as the city woke up to honking cars and hurried lives, Khushi Kumari Gupta stepped into it with a past heavier than her suitcase and a heart trained to survive quietly. Mumbai University's stone gates loomed in front of her-ancient, intimidating, and full of promises she wasn't sure she deserved. Two years, she reminded herself. Just two years of being normal. No bodyguards. No spotlight. No Arnav Singh Raizada. She adjusted the strap of her bag and exhaled slowly. "Masters in Psychology," she murmured, more to steady herself than to state a fact. Psychology-because she had spent her entire life understanding pain without anyone teaching her how.

Continuation from the Airport scene. But with a huge twist that will change everything

Just when peace finally returns to Shantivan after Shyam Manohar Jha's truth comes out, a heartbreaking misunderstanding drives a wedge between Arnav Singh Raizada and Khushi Kumari Gupta. What follows is a painful journey through separation, pride, and lingering love as they move toward a divorce neither of them truly understands.

Arnav and Khushi have been best friends ever since they were little kids. With time, Khushi grew feelings for Arnav, eventually falling in love with him. But after hearing how Arnav felt and thought of her, her heart shatters. But that wasn't the only thing to shatter. After going away for three years, Arnav is back. So many things have changed, especially his best friend. She's quiet and very distant. Will Arnav learn of what happened the three years he was away? And will Arnav and Khushi ever become something more?

❝They weren't alike, but poles apart connected to form two lines...❞ ----- [Completed] [Heavy Editing Ongoing] [Third Person Limited Narration] ----- © 2016 Suganthii Story Cover - Designing Pattern and Creative Idea © Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and are not violated by any means.

"Her love was lustrous and naive like a child while his was strong as armour and forever wild." . . A saga of the two souls who are forbidden for one another but are ready to tear apart the world if its comes to their love, a massive clash that follows after that and the lives affected by it. . . {This is the spin-off of Begusarai and cannot be read stand-alone.} . . Cover @kuromi2210