Coming soon....after MAI MATWAARI 𝙃𝙪𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖, 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖..... 𝙏𝙪 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙞, 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣... 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖 ♡𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚♡ 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑱𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑱𝒐𝒈𝒊. 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖠𝗇𝗏𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗇𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾... 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖠𝗇𝗏𝗂-𝖠𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗇𝖺. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗂𝗍? 𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒... 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌? 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖠𝗇𝗏𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗇𝖺 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. ************ Can't read as standalone... Prefer to read MAI MATWAARI first...

He buried her in hatred... only to be bound to her by fate. Shourya Mittal, the ruthless CEO of Mittal Textiles, wasn't always the man people fear today. Once an introverted boy with a quiet heart, his world shattered piece by piece first with the truth about his mother, and then with the death of the only person he lived for his nanu, Prakash Mittal. Left with nothing but grief and rage, Shourya rebuilds himself into someone unbreakable. Someone who trusts no one. Someone who lives for one purpose to destroy the person he believes responsible. Sara_Rathore... the name itself is a mystery. Bold, fearless, and never one to bow down, she disappeared in the middle of her life, only to return years later as someone far more dangerous. Now a rising business tycoon, she stands powerful, untouchable... and completely unknown. No past. No records. No truth. But when their paths collide again-on a stage where power speaks louder than history Sara takes what was meant to be Shourya's, igniting a fire that never truly died. Driven by revenge, Shourya digs into her past... only to find nothing. No identity. No existence. No Sara. As truths begin to blur and masks start to fall, one question remains- Is she really the enemy he's been hunting all along... or the truth he was never meant to uncover? Because in a world ruled by secrets and fate... some identities are not hidden- they are erased. ________________________________________________ © 2026 by PranishaXwriters. All rights reserved.

ASHI AGGARWAL, 25, had spent two exhausting years chasing jobs, surviving ghosted emails and endless "We regret to inform you" messages. Not because she needed money, but because she had dreams and self-respect. Still, rejection after rejection had started to wear her down. Then one day-ping. A job offer from Mumbai for a Food Technologist Scientist position. After two long years, Ashi had finally made it. ABIR MITTAL, twenty-six, was tall, intimidating, rich, and permanently done with life. Born into a wealthy Bhopal family, he could've lived comfortably forever. But comfort was boring. So when India's second-largest tech company offered him a General Manager position in Mumbai, he packed up and left New city, zero peace, endless emails. Completely unaware that Mumbai had more than just a promotion waiting for him.

𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙠𝙖 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙙𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙠𝙖 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙙𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙆𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙗 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙖 𝙡𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙝𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙍𝙖𝙗 𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 For Him, she remained peace. For Her, he remained faith And somewhere between life, distance, responsibility, and destiny... their devotion continued to bloom quietly, eternally.

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙆𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙈𝙤𝙝𝙚.... 𝘼𝙚𝙨𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙃𝙤𝙜𝙮𝙞... ♡𝙈𝘼𝙄 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙒𝘼𝘼𝙍𝙄♡ ******************** Those eyes. Dark, intense, and impossibly deep, fixed on me in a way that made my breath catch. There was no anger in them, no mockery, just a strange calm that pulled me in without warning. I couldn't explain why my heart started pounding so loudly or why looking away felt impossible. In that moment, it felt like the world had shifted slightly off its axis, leaving me shaken in a way I wasn't ready to understand. ~ Anvi Malhotra✨ ________________________________________________ This peacock feather... it reminds me of Krishna and Radha, the kind of love that people don't just feel, but worship. A love so pure that it became divine. I know nothing in this world can ever match what they shared. Maybe no human love ever can. But what I feel is honest, and it comes from the deepest part of my heart. It may not be perfect, but it is real. So, with your permission, can you please make me yours? Can you please do me the honour of calling me yours?" ~ Avighna Rawal🦚 ________________________________________________ Dive into the story to know more ❤️✨. No cheating. No toxicity. No love triangles. Just a simple school love story filled with love, friendship, laughter, and moments that might bring back memories of your school days. 29/4/26 - [No. 1 on top 10 indian stories] ________________________________________________ © 2025 by PranishaXwriters. All rights reserved.