"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.

❝𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞... 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.❞ 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 lives by medals, mission reports, and the silence of secrets while 𝐃𝐫. 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐯𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚 breathes through research papers, lab results, and the noise of questions. Their first meeting was a disaster. It was hate at first sight. She mocked his 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 and he dismissed her 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. It was full of sharp words and stubborn pride, both swearing they could never stand each other. But fate worked in quiet ways as it bound them long before they realized it and met again. It was in the most desi way possible. 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. Now that destiny tied them together, sparks don't fly because they clash like fire and ice as they turned it into a bet. She calls him emotionless. He calls her stubborn. She prays for his postings to keep him away while he silently yearns for a chance to pull her closer. A soldier who hides his heart and a researcher turned assistant professor who denies hers, tied in a marriage that turns into the most 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 of all.

Rishank Agnihotri had spent five years refusing every marriage proposal his mother brought for him. Until one day, he finally gave up because five years of his mother's constant nagging, emotional pressure, and endless attempts to find him a wife had finally left him with no energy to argue anymore. He imagined his soon-to-be wife would be quiet, reserved, and someone who knew how to mind her own business-someone who wouldn't disturb the carefully controlled life he had built for himself. He couldn't have been more wrong. Because Saanvi Taneja was nothing like the woman he had imagined. She was loud, chaotic, dramatic, hopelessly clumsy-and a heart surgeon who somehow managed to bring chaos everywhere she went. She liked crowded places. He preferred staying in his room. She laughed loudly. He found noise even in silence. She was an extrovert. He was more introverted than the word *introvert* itself. She tripped over her own feet and somehow found a new way to embarrass herself every day. He was a walking definition of perfection. She was a complete mess. He was obsessed with order. She believed in love. He believed in duty. She entered the marriage with hope. He entered it with responsibility. Two completely different people, tied together by a marriage neither of them had expected to turn into something real. But what happens when duty slowly begins to feel like comfort? When responsibility starts feeling like attachment? And when the woman he never wanted in his perfectly organized life becomes the one person he cannot imagine living without? Will Rishank ever learn to love the woman who brought chaos into his carefully controlled world? Or will their clashing personalities and unspoken expectations destroy the very relationship that fate forced them to build? Dive into the chaotic, heartwarming, and unexpected journey of Saanvi and Rishank. 𝑲𝒉𝒖𝒅𝒂 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊 𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒏

What happens when the coldest prince is forced into marrying the only princess born after 12 generations - and love was never part of the deal? --- REVAAN SURYAVANSHI - 31 years old Crown Prince of Jaipur · CEO of Suryavanshi indrusties A man of power, silence, and scars. He never believed in love - only in legacy. With mafia blood in his veins and a kingdom on his shoulders, emotions were never an option. Marriage for him was just a duty... until she walked in wearing silence like royalty. --- IRAVYA RATHOD - 25 years old Only Princess of Jodhpur · World's Best Gynecologist Soft-spoken. Brilliant. Beautiful. Born after twelve generations of sons, she was her family's miracle - but her past holds secrets no one dares to speak of. She heals others with steady hands, yet her own wounds remain untouched. When fate forces her into a royal marriage, she never expects to fall - especially no for a man like him. --- ✨ He was raised to rule. 💔 She was born to heal. But when love finds royalty... even crowns begin to kneel.

"So" He said and I looked at him and raised my eyebrows to say continue "I was thinking about what happened downstairs" I licked my lips due to his intense stares but said "Hm, so?" And then my world shook after Aditiya's next word "Don't you think we should try for a baby now?" My face paled and I pushed him and I heard him moaning in pain as he fell on the tiles. Where I'm stuck god? "You pervert, you deserve this!" With that I run in the bathroom but before closing the door I heard him saying "What was pervert in this, I just asked about having babies, I didn't said to try it now." My whole face became a tomato which will sell in 2kg per tomato. I picked up the toothbrush and threw in his direction and closed the door. Shameless person ever.

When you take right decision by mistake ~🖤