She was fire...... He was water........ They were poles apart from each other.......never wanted to be together But destiny played its role..and brought them together...... Revenge.. was their common purpose They tried to deny their love for each other but atlast they surrendered to their destiny...... As the destiny is cruel for lovers.....it again played its game and forced them apart ..... But will they surrender again to their destiny or ...will they fight with their destiny..... ....will they win..or .. destiny but let me tell you destiny wasn't their only enemy..... FIND MORE ABOUT THE STORY WITH ME... I HOPE U LIKE IT . THIS IS MY VERY FIRST STORY. SO PLEASE I BEG YOUR PARDON FOR GRAMMATICAL AND SPELLING ERROR.. IF U DO LIKE IT PLEASE SHARE , LIKE AND VOTE IT....🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 LOL MUSSU😘😘😘😘

Wedding Planner's Golden Rule: Don't fall in love with the groom. Handsome, charming, billionaire playboy, Aiden Carlisle's wedding to beautiful, but demanding Caroline Baxter is set to be the event of the century. Sweet, smart and talented, Rosalie Darling is the best in the business; wedding planner to the stars! Planning a wedding brings people together, but what if it brings the wrong people close? * "Aiden. Aiden," she said, softly, hurriedly, breathlessly, clutching my shirt in her delicate hands. Her body was pulling me closer and her mind was pushing me away. I couldn't tear my eyes off her face, her lips. She was breathing heavily. "I'm planning your wedding," she said, her eyes focused on my lips, so close to hers, as she bit down on her lower lip. I smirked, chuckling darkly. "What wedding?" I asked. I tightened the grip that I had on her. And I pressed my lips to hers. * #1 in Love #2 in Romance #20 in Bad Boy

Haunted by a troubled childhood, Khushi hides behind a mask of ambition... only, her new boss appears to care more about her love life than her career. Will she ever get over what happened to her mother and fall in love? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a stand alone story that has no connection with the original show, Iss Pyar Ko Kya Naam Doon, except for the names of the lead characters. All other content of this story belongs strictly to the author, Archi.

Arranged marriage was an age-old story that Khushi, the youngest of the infamous Gupta family, who revolutionized and dominated the trading market for generations, knew well. For it was the only thing she heard growing up. But that neither prepared her nor comforted her as she got ready that morning. It was an important day, a day where she would trade her surname for a new one, her silence for a new chance, her respect for a new hope, her life for another. It was a day of contracts, both new and old. As she hid behind the traditional red shawl, knowing that the whole world would be watching her, waiting to pounce, she wondered why her mother never told her about any of the good marriages. The ones that worked out. The ones that had hope. The ones that had love. Probably because they don't exist, Khushi thought to herself. Only, destiny had believed otherwise. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a stand alone story that has no connection with the original show, Iss Pyar Ko Kya Naam Doon, except for the names of the lead characters. All other content of this story belongs strictly to the author, Archi. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- #1 in ArnavSinghRaizada - 04/12/2019 #1 in KhushiKumariGupta - 18/01/2020 #1 in ArHi - 20/05/2020

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.

Highest Ranking: #8 in General fiction on 05/06/2017 "When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself." - Jodi Picoult _____________________________ She is not here neither her things .Taking long steps at a time I thoroughly checked, all the rooms in my suite.She left me without a word, she didn't even ask me any questions ,she just left me. Just like the realization struck me, her soft voice on the late hours of night echoed in my ears.It's not a dream as i thought to be. She knew all along.The words kept drumming in my ears. "Arjun , I am yours to be loved and yours to be revenged " "$#!t S#!t S#!t , Chand what have I done to you?" _____________________________________ Why does Arjun start this game of revenge? Why Chandini? Does Chandini loves Pradeep the way he loves her? Does Pradeep really love her?!So what is happening with Chandini? Is she stupid to let Arjun revenge her?Or she have any plans for Arjun? _____________________________ Warning:Disturbing contents as story progresses Image Source: Google PS: This is my first proper story? Cover credits :@omahazeeya☺☺

Have you ever regretted a decision you made in the past? It's been four years and Jay is still not over what happened in the past. He knows that he messed up and as a result, He lost the two most precious people in his life. So after all these time, He is coming back to where it all started, Or ended...But this time, He is determined to get both of them back, No matter what. But the time has changed and Is it really possible? ****BLURB**** "Are you single?" Jay looked at me. The whole table was silent and I was frozen in my spot. "Of course not!" Aryan said rather 'warmly'. "She's already taken, Jay." "You...you are together?" Jay asked again, disbelief clear in his eyes and Aryan brought our intertwined hands up. "Not just together, we are engaged," he laughed and turned to me. "She's mine." And I knew suddenly... I knew why Aryan took the pain to find me after all this time, why he had to doll me up today and take me to the get together. It's not me he's targeting! It's Jay! "Let's start then," Amit said quickly, Trying to dissolve the tension around and everyone nodded. But Jay was still staring at us, his eyes noted the ring; the fake engagement ring on my hand. "How long have you been together?" Aryan's smile slipped for a moment. "One year," he said and Jay raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I never saw you taking her to any of your gatherings," he said again. "She wanted to keep it low and I didn't want to pressure her," Aryan said firmly. "But why do I feel like you are interrogating me, Jay? Don't tell me that you have unresolved feelings towards my girl?" I spilt the drink over as it came as a shock and the table went quiet again. "Ooh, that's right, you never had any feelings for her to begin with, It was all a joke" Aryan said again and it was like someone had cut the lifeline out of me. I was in pain. I realised another thing that night; I am still not over it...It's still paining me too much...

Clarissa Marie Valdez, a daughter of a con man, was chosen by King and Queen Academy, a prestigious school full of princes, princesses', heirs, and heiresses. Why was she chosen? Who chose her? How could she get out? And most of all what are they hiding from her?

#Ranked 4 (27/07/19). Thank you so much my beautiful readers. Hanya Qureshi, a nineteen year old pampered daughter of Mrs & Mr. Qureshi, and a loving and caring younger sister of Hareem Qureshi. Zain Abdullah, a twenty six year old multi- millionaire. A loving son of Mrs & Mr.Abdullah and a caring and affectionate brother of Zarine Abdullah. He rules the business world, he is very possessive about his family. He is definitely a role model for every youngsters and every mother see a good son in law in him. But what happen when suddenly things changes or Relation changes??? "Hanya, we're glad you said that on your own. We all think that you'll be the perfect bride for him. You should get married to him." Her parents said. Three lives tied together, three relations that were given to them and every relation changed in a blink. Cover credit goes to @delicate_psyche

"Watch where you’re going nerd!" Someone said knocking me down, while sending my books flying. I let out a sigh as I crouched down, collecting my books from the floor. Once I got up I saw the person who called me nerd a few seconds ago was standing in front of me wearing a smug expression. "What's wrong nerd? Cat got your tongue?" I looked around the hallway, noticing that we’ve drawn a crowd. "What are you mute?" I rolled my eyes as I began to walk away, only to be pulled back and slammed against the lockers. I heard a few gasps coming from our audience. He seemed like a jerk, and judging by what he had just done, I was right. However, he was extremely good looking I had to give him that, with dark brown hair seemed sticking out in all directions and dark brown eyes. "Listen nerd, I don't know who you think you are but no one walks away from me when I talk to them. Got it?" He hissed at me. I let out a chuckle. This guy was unbelievable. "You don't own me, so I suggest you let go of me before I do something that you will regret." I said in a bored tone. His brown eyes narrowed at me, as he let out what seems to be a forced out laugh. "Oh, so the nerd does talk." I heard a few people snickering as he let go of my arm. "I am going to let you go, nerd. But, trust me this isn't over." He whispered into my ear. * Alice "Ali" Montclair has a secret she's the daughter of the man who runs the country- The President. When her father dropped the news that he was going to run for president seven years ago. Alice was happy for her dad up until her whole life gets turned upside down. Fast forward seven years, Alice finally gets the chance to go to back to school and it wasn't any regular school it was high school. When she angers the schools bad boy, her life gets even more complicated. She starts to struggle with school, friends and above all being The President's Daughter. Cover Credits: @heysaleena Trailer Credits: @itsjustmejessica14