# A War of Hate and Attraction Mishti Agarwal has never had a reason to back down - not when you grow up knowing the world bends for people like her. Brilliant, bold, and unapologetically herself, she wants it all: her father's empire, the top spot in college, and the last word in every argument. Abir Rajvansh was born into a different kind of world, rare, polished, and quietly powerful. The son of a celebrity and a businesswoman, privilege looks natural on him because it is. He is brilliant without trying, arrogant without announcing it, and completely unbothered by what the world thinks of his silence. His goals are set. His path is clear. And somewhere beneath that composure lives a dream no one knows about . Until chaos walks straight into his life and refuses to leave. Thrown together by circumstance and held there by bad luck, what starts as ego clashes and cold silences slowly becomes something neither of them planned for. The hate was easy. The attraction? Inconvenient. But feelings have a way of getting messier when hearts get involved and hearts don't care about timing, or sense, or the fact that their lives are pointed in completely opposite directions. They were fine as enemies. They should have stayed that way. *Because some people are meant to collide not to stay.*

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?