Ranked #22 in Ghost (08.07.2018) #155 in Short Story (08.07.2018) #381 in Fanfiction (13.04.2018) #1 in ArHi (01.10.2018) |AU| Khushi had finally found a good apartment on rent. It needed a bit of fixing but given her budget, it was the best she could afford. The only problem - an unwanted houseguest. The bigger problem - he happens to be a ghost. Set in AU - Relationships of characters have been changed, which will be explained in the story. Please do read and review! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy it.

This is a story about Khushi Gupta and Arnav Singh Raizada. They were both in love with each other since childhood.However, due to some misunderstandings, Khushi leaves Arnav. What will happen when Khushi comes after 10 years. Will their misunderstandings fade away? Will they accept each other? Will the desire for each other ignite again? or will they push each other away again? Read on to find out......

The story I'm going to tell you is that of a girl. A girl who met a boy (but he was not just any boy, no he was not, he was the one). A girl of many names, she went by Titaliya, Parmeshwari, Pagal and for the purposes of our story? Sanka Devi. In the stories her mother would tell her before bed, the prince would always marry the beautiful, obedient girl who listened to her parents and ate all of her dinner. Khushi Kumari Gupta did all of that. Therefore, the prince would have to marry her, but first, he'd have to speak to her. And for that... she had a plan. Young Arnav Malik, the ice prince who lived up in Sheesh Mahal on the hill, had no idea what fiery storm was headed his way. ... But don't all the best stories start out that way?

(IPKKND AU) Some relationships are tied in extraordinary ways. They begin with conflict. They grow in hatred. They stumble, they fall, and yet they remain. The hatred grows as the relationship deepens. Until one day, even hatred itself is reluctant to grow, and only the bond remains. But it's a bond of hatred. And isn't it naive to have expectations from a relationship founded in hatred?

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.