Two college students discover an abandoned infant girl wrapped in a thin blanket on street. Unsure what to do but unable to walk away, they decide to take her with them-just for one night. What begins as a moment of compassion quickly changes their lives in ways they never imagined. Between lectures, part-time jobs, and sleepless nights, they learn the weight of responsibility. The tiny stranger brings laughter, chaos, and a sense of purpose they didn't know they were missing. But questions about her past start to surface, along with the fear of losing her. As they search for answers, their bond with the little girl grows deeper.

"I don't want the grades. I don't want the scholarship. I want you," he rasped, his grip on my waist tightening until it almost hurt. He was shivering, not from the cold, but from the sheer effort of holding himself back. "I've been in love with you since we were five, and it is a sickness. It's an infection. And the worst part?" He leaned in, his lips grazing my ear, his voice breaking into a sob. "I don't ever want to be cured." 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 What would you do if your boyfriend broke up with you for someone else? Even worse. She is that girl. Popular, cheerleader and horribly perfect. The one who makes all of your insecurities stand out. So I decided to hit him harder. The only thing that would piss him off more than seeing me with another guy would be seeing me with this guy. Because no one likes it when the enemy takes away something that used to be ours, not even when we left it behind as if it wasn't worth a penny. He hates him and it would be the perfect revenge. It really would if I didn't hate him even more. Growing up with the person you hate most in the world just because he's your brother's best friend is hard enough. Then imagine asking him to fake date you in order to make another guy jealous... Hopeless, huh? Well, consider me a hopeless cause because now, is the time for my revenge. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 This story contains mature themes and inappropriate language, not suitable for all audiences. For a full list of TWs, please go at the beginning of the book, under "author's note". Reader discretion is advised. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 Status: REWRITING Update: One chapter every Saturday STARTED on the 8th of January 2022 & ENDED on the 26th of February 2025

ᥫ᭡.𝑲𝒊𝒂𝑯𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑲𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒙 𝑽𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 Two opposite personalities, one is strom and the other is calm. Kiara Sharma She was all wild, grumpy, and unpredictable. Vihaan Chaudhary He was all calm, mature, and foreseeable. Kiara and Vihaan were two opposite souls bound in a marriage of convenience. Why did her rich mother marry her daughter to a middle-class man? Was it as simple as it seemed? Or was there a reason behind it? Why did Vihaan agree to marry Kiara? Why did her family despise her so much? What happened when the calmest man met the grumpiest girl? When the two opposite personalities come together ? To know read the book.

"You will not leave me... right?" he asked in a trembling voice, clutching the sleeves of her shirt. His fingers shook uncontrollably, as if terrified that loosening his grip for even a second would make her disappear. Visha looked at the trembling boy, then at the man lying in a pool of blood on the cold marble floor. Her gaze lingered there for a brief moment before returning to Kavish. Without a word, she gently cupped his face, her touch impossibly possessive yet reassuring, and pulled him closer until there was barely any distance between them. "Before leaving you, I will kill myself... but I can never leave you," she said softly, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him into her embrace. " 𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡... 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐀𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐛 𝐦𝐮𝐣𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐮𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢... 𝐭𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢. " ── .✦ A Dark Tale of One broken boy and One feared women. A Dark romance which is gripping intense yet filled with slow burn energy. 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 .................

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 𝑱𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒉𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒑𝒆, 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒂, 𝒐𝒐 𝒛𝒂𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒂. ♡⊹˚₊𐙚⋆ "I write love stories for a living, yet I don't believe in love." - Ruhi Sharma Ruhi Sharma is a twenty three-year-old Creative Learning student, a secretly published bestselling author, and a proud misandrist. Men? She avoids them. Marriage? She hates the very idea of it. So when her family forces her into an arranged marriage with a stranger, she decides one thing- She will never accept him as her husband. Advay Mehra is everything she never expected. A calm and soft-spoken Literature Professor. A hopeless novel addict. A man who would rather spend his evening with books than people. But beneath his composed smile lies an obsession he has carefully hidden. An obsession with his wife. While Ruhi pushes him away, treats him like a burden, and builds walls around her heart, Advay patiently waits for the day she finally looks at him-not as an unwanted husband, but as the man who would choose her in every lifetime. One marriage. Two strangers. Countless unsaid words. And a love story written by an author who never believed she deserved one. A tale of arranged marriage, slow-burn romance, hidden identities, academic chaos, family drama, healing, and a husband who falls first... and falls harder.