The world knows Vani Ranawat as the face of luxury-globally famous, untouchable, and the brand ambassador of Chanel. What the world doesn't know is that behind the flashing cameras and expensive smiles hides an assassin drenched in blood. Her younger sister, Hanishi Ranawat, is no different. A fashion design intern by day... and a merciless killer by night. The sisters were taught one thing- never leave a target alive. Everything was under control until Vani crossed paths with a mute roadside artist whose silence spoke louder than words, while Hanishi found herself drawn to a mechanic who looked at her like she was human instead of dangerous. Atharv and Himanshu have spent years surviving together, raising an abandoned child they named Aarush in a small world built with struggle, loyalty, and love. But loving the Ranawat sisters comes with a price. Because some secrets are buried in blood... and some devotions are sinister enough to destroy everyone involved.

She was supposed to marry the man she loved. Until he disappeared on the wedding day... and left her standing at the altar of humiliation. 𝗩𝗮𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗵𝗶 𝗕𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘄𝗮𝗷 's world collapses in front of hundreds of guests-until a powerful solution is forced upon her. 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. The man who doesn't believe in love... and doesn't ask for permission. A marriage born out of chaos binds two strangers under one name, one roof, and one fate. She fears him, resents the situation, and struggles to accept a life she never chose. But Rudraksh is not a man who lets go of what he claims. And somewhere between silence, control, and unspoken emotions... Obsession begins to feel a lot like protection. And hate starts looking dangerously close to love. In a world of betrayal, power, and family pride, one forced marriage becomes the beginning of an unstoppable storm-where hearts are not asked, only taken..

"How dare you accept his flowers?" Before she could even react, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Sejal stumbled, her body colliding straight into his chest. Her breath hitched. "I warned you, didn't I?" he said, his jaw tight, eyes dark with something she couldn't fully name... anger, yes but something deeper, more dangerous. His grip tightened. Too tight. His nails unintentionally dug into her skin. "Ouch-!" she winced, her face scrunching in pain. And that's when it happened. The shift. His eyes dropped to her wrist. Red. Marked because of him. As if reality snapped back into place, he immediately let go, his fingers retreating like he'd been burned. "Shit... I-" His voice softened instantly. "I'm really sorry, baby... did it hurt?" he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over the same spot he had just hurt. The same hand. The same man. Two extremes. Sejal didn't answer. She just looked at him. And for a moment... she didn't know which version of him was real. ~~~ Sejal Sharma. A 19 year old first-year BSc Mathematics student. Soft-hearted. Kind. The kind of girl who finds it easy to love everyone. Everyone... except one person. Dev Dixit. Her brother's best friend. The one person she could never stand. Years ago, when the Dixit family shifted from India to Australia, Sejal had been happy. Relieved, even. Distance meant peace. Or at least that's what she thought. Because life had other plans. Now, she was in Australia too. Living alone in an apartment just a few houses away from the Dixit residence. Same city. Same university. And Dev Dixit? He wasn't just around anymore. He was closer than ever. An MSc first-year student. Older. Sharper. More dangerous than she remembered. And this time...there was no escaping him.

❝ 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓮 𝔂𝓾𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝔂𝓪, 𝓭𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓷 𝓻𝓪𝓪𝓱𝓸𝓷 𝓴𝓸 𝓮𝓴 𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝔂𝓪. 𝓣𝓾𝓽𝓪 𝓱𝓾𝓪 𝓴𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓾𝓼𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓳𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓮 𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝔂𝓪.❞ . . . They say 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐀𝐍 is 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐀𝐍. The greatest of all virtues. A sacred blessing. But when her 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐀𝐍 became her doom, when her honour was traded repeatedly in the name of tradition how sacred could it be anymore? . . . "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐." He stepped closer anyway. "𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆?" he repeated, "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖?" "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆." "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒂... 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒔, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚." . . . A love that begins not with passion but with safety. In a world where people are far more dangerous than they appear, will they heal each other or destroy themselves trying?

Vidyut Sharma - A twenty-year-old cricket player who carries the weight of expectations on his shoulders and wears silence like a second skin. To most people, he's cold, distant, and impossible to read. The kind of person who keeps conversations short and emotions hidden. But that's not entirely true. With his friends and family, Vidyut is different. The only exception was his father. Vidyut has spent years building walls around himself, convincing himself that nobody could ever get close enough to break them. Then one day, his eyes meet hers. And for a moment, the noise in his head disappears. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Ravya Sharma - An eighteen-year-old girl with a heart far too soft for her own good. Sensitive, emotional, and endlessly caring, she feels everything a little deeper than everyone else. Beneath her bright smiles and gentle nature is a girl who has spent years yearning for a father's love she was never given. A girl who learned to hide her tears before anyone could notice them. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ They were never meant to become each other's favorite person. Until one day, his gaze collides with a pair of eyes he can't seem to look away from. The boy who never paid attention started remembering her smallest things. The boy who never waited for anyone started looking for her in every crowd. The boy who never believed in love found himself falling first And falling harder. Maybe some people are destined to find each other. Even when destiny has other plans. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "What if we don't get our happy ending?" Ravya asked. Vidyut gently pulled her closer and placed her hand on his heart. His gaze fixed on her. "Do you feel that?" Ravya nodded. Vidyut covered her hand with his own. "Every beat belongs to you, jaan." A tear gathered in the corner of her eye. "And if fate separates us?" His jaw tightened. "Then I'll spend every lifetime searching for you until