Ayansh Rai Singhania - 22, strikingly handsome, with eyes that seem to hold entire worlds. Ishani Kapoor - 19, a vision of beauty, with a heart pure enough to touch anyone who meets her. Bound together by fate and an early marriage, their journey is anything but ordinary. Can two young hearts, so different yet intertwined, learn to love each other? Will trust, understanding, and time be enough to turn their arranged union into a bond of true affection? Dive into a tale of love, growth, and the delicate dance of hearts discovering each other in a world full of expectations.

Fated to be each other's forever When Angel meets Devil Anika Mehta, the only daughter of Desai family with two protective elder brothers. Extrovert She's quite innocent and childish but dont underestimate her because she's quite sassy and witty,she got everything whether its love from her family , money and luxurious lifestyle. . But when it comes to him, she is just in love with him Harshil Gupta , Introvert, being a handsome doctor with whom anygirl would fall in love with both - his physical attractiveness and personality who loves discipline and consistency, and is very career oriented , but he didn't even care about girls. Love is not his thing at all 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 " 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 [ Replaced Groom ] " ------ What can u expect when Anika who never got to hear no in any aspect of life. But he is just not interested in love. But her? She's stubborn She's determined to get him by any means. He knew it all what his destiny had planned for him He knew she was his destiny He knew she was meant to be his forever It was eternal match which was fated ----------------------- Dive into the story to know more about them 🌷 Destiny's series 3✨

A stern father compels Zarrar, 29-year-old surgeon into an arranged marriage with Hana, a 22-year-old student living in London. _________ "Where are you going?" she asked, flat. "Research trip." He tossed a shirt in, didn't look up. "And you're telling me this now?" "It was sudden." She made a noise somewhere between a tut and a laugh. "I do not care. You know what-" She stepped onto the couch, two quick climbs-herself at 5'4" suddenly level with his eyes, all heat and vowels. Here it is. The tongue was indeed ten feet long tonight. He stayed silent, left packing, arms folded over his chest and just stared. Hana doing her job, utterly, with whole rights over him to shout. "There won't be anything for me to be surprised if I wake up someday in the graveyard with mud sprayed over me 'cause my dear husband must have gotten too exasperated by my being, that he- the victim, had to bury me alive while I was asleep." Zarrar swallowed a smile, let her finish, then moved. He stepped in, hands light on her waist, lifted-she squawked, all outrage-then held her over his shoulder as he walked the three strides to the bed. She behaved as if someone unplugged her, forgot how to speak. He set her gently at the edge of the mattress and went down on one knee in front of her, floorboards cool under him. "What do you want me to say now?" "Are you actually asking me this?" Her voice wobbled, anger running out of fuel. "Yeah," he said, and he was smirking now, fond and infuriating. "Any last wishes of my wife before I bury her alive." ________ dive into the story of something very different from soap operas. TROOP ~ choas x cold yapper x listener age gap. doctor's divine

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ᴋᴀᴍʀᴀɴ ᡣ𐭩 ɴᴀᴀᴢɴᴇᴇɴ He stiffened instantly, his lips slowly parted against hers as he pulled back. Wrapping her in his arms, he patted her hair gently, his voice low and soothing. "Shh... main kuch nahi karunga, okay?"

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 18+ 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

𓇢𓆸 ꜱʜᴀʜᴍᴇᴇʀ ᡣ𐭩 ʟᴀɪʙᴀ "Wo humare wo neighbour hai na, jinke paas wo safed kutta hai, americano skomo dog.." "American Eskimo," he corrected lazily, a small smile tugging at his lips.