"Falling in love is like holding a candle. Initially, it lightens up the world around you. Then it starts melting and hurts you. Finally, it goes off, and everything is darker than ever, and all you are left with is the... Burn." He had known her since she was eight, a tiny, unwelcome presence in his life. As a 16-year-old, he seethed with resentment, his eyes burning with a fire that rivaled the intensity of his hatred. Every time their paths crossed, his anger flared, threatening to consume him whole. He couldn't bear the sight of her, the sound of her laughter, or the way she smiled with an innocence that only fueled his rage. To escape the torment, he fled to a foreign land, seeking solace in the unknown. Years passed, and the embers of his hatred slowly died down, reduced to smoldering ashes. But when he returned, the last thing he expected was to find the little girl he once despised now blossoming into a beautiful, captivating woman. Her eyes, once sparkling with mischief, now shone with a quiet strength, and her smile, once a source of annoyance, now stirred something deep within him. As they navigated their complicated past, their mutual hatred transformed into a fierce, all-consuming love. He was vocal about his feelings, his words pouring out like a torrent, but she trembled with fear, hesitant to surrender to the passion that threatened to engulf them both. For his love was a force of nature, wild and untamed, capable of destroying everything in its path. Yet, she couldn't deny the way her heart skipped a beat when he was near, the way her soul stirred when he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. She was trapped in a vortex of emotions, torn between the fear of his love and the thrill of the unknown. A love that knew no limits. A love that was poisonous for both of them. . . . This is a RiAnsh Story based on color's Show "Ishq Mein Marjawan 2". Thanks for reading.

Mumbai. The city of dreams. With shimmering Arabian Sea, glittering skyscrapers, glamorous Bollywood; everywhere sun hits here, this city dazzles. But beneath this warm dazzle, there is another Mumbai. The cold Mumbai. The dark Mumbai. The stronghold of mafia. Where narrow alleys are splattered with gun-powder and blood. Where lives are discarded like tissue papers. Where innocence and honesty are a waste of everyone's time. Where obscene amount of money circulates unaudited. Where star power does not fluctuate every Friday. And since years now, this formidable underworld is under Lala Amarnaath Vaghela's thumb. The powerful mafia kingpin who started his ascent from the slums of Dharavi years back, today he controls most of the Indian subcontinent's illegal dealings and organized crime with an iron fist. But not without help. Akash Ranjan Vaghela. Lalaji's grandson and his heir apparent. Apple of his grandfather's eyes, he is calculative, sly and cold-blooded. Arnav Singh Raizada. Lalaji's indispensable and cunning protege. Ruthless, he is as unapologetic as they come in this business. Everything is working smoothly in Lalaji's world. Like a well oiled machine. Or is it? Because apart from sharing Lalaji's trust, apparently these two capable young men also share an undisguised hatred for each other. Not above playing dirty in this high stakes arena, both are merely bidding their time to tear one another down. And it won't be long before lives will be pawned, loyalties will be questioned and the already shady line between right and wrong will completely disappear, crumbling everything around them like a house of cards. But no matter who emerges the winner out of the two, there is someone who will only lose. A torn heart which refuses to take sides. A girl who dared to love them both. Stubborn and loyal-to-a-fault Khushi. Full name Khushi Ranjan Vaghela. Akash Vaghela's beloved pampered baby sister. And the beautiful confusion of Arnav Singh Raizada's life.