ये इश्क़ नहीं आसान बस इतना समझ लीजिये, एक आग का दरिया है और डूब के जाना है. Yeh ishq nahi aasaan, bas itna samajh lee jiye
Ek aag ka darya hain, Aur doob ke jaana hain (This love is not easy one needs to understand, it is an ocean of fire and you can only drown in it to cross it) ---------------------------- AN ARSHI FANFIC - Picking up from the night of the contract marriage this will be a tale of passion, deception and unbreakable resolve. Will the fire between them burn away the lies, or will silence become their undoing? I don't own the characters of Arnav, Khushi & others and this story is fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental.

Marriage of convenience? Can it ever be some more than that? Peep in to know more.

Short story on Arnav and Khushi

Two strangers meet by fate and although their personalities clash like day and night, its these qualities that attracts and hold them binding them into an everlasting bond.

When Arnav forced Khushi into a contract marriage, he hadn't fully realized the agony he was subjecting himself for the next six months. Love and Hate, both equal in their intensity, surged in his heart for the same one person. How could a human possibly exist with that kind of battle in their very soul? Until one day, the veil lifts. He sees not a young adulterous woman chasing a married man, but a vile predator harassing an unwilling victim. His decision turns out to have been not so much cold-blooded as hot-headed. And he has hurt his wife terribly, perhaps one time too many. With the truth laid bare between them, Arnav finds himself finally making a sensible plan to get rid of Shyam, and more importantly - win Khushi back. - An IPKKND in - universe story.

The first day at Crestwood High was supposed to be exhilarating-new friends, new experiences. But as I walked through the bustling halls, anxiety crept in. Everyone seemed to fit in, while I felt like a puzzle piece that didn't belong. Then I saw him-Arnav. Alone by his locker, a striking figure with dark hair and piercing eyes, he carried the weight of the world. Rumors swirled: the handsome loner, once full of life but now silent. I was drawn to him, intrigued by the shadows beneath his surface. Whispers hinted at a tragic past-a betrayal that had turned him into a ghost of his former self. Little did I know how intertwined our lives would become. As our paths crossed, I longed to peel back the layers of his heart and understand the pain hidden behind that stoic facade. My quest for answers would lead us both down a tumultuous path of healing, confronting ghosts of the past, and discovering the power of love. This is our story-a tale of broken hearts, unexpected connections, and the journey toward finding light in the darkest places. It all began that first day, when everything felt uncertain, and hope was just a whisper away. Writer's Disclaimer "Healing Hearts" is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The characters and events are products of the author's imagination, intended for entertainment purposes only. This story explores themes of love, betrayal, and healing. While it aims to inspire hope and resilience, it addresses sensitive topics. Reader discretion is advised. Copyright Notice: All rights to this story, including its characters and plot, are owned by the author. Unauthorized reproduction or distribution is prohibited without explicit permission. Thank you for reading!

During the vibrant Teej festival preparations at the Raizada mansion, Khushi insists on making all the sweets herself. Despite feeling unusually fatigued, she hides her exhaustion from her loving husband, Arnav, and their concerned family. As the day unfolds, the Raizada and Gupta families are in for a joyful revelation that will bring them even closer together.

A college love story between professor (Arnav singh Raizada) and a student (l Khushi Ahuja)

this story start at the day of payash marriage , after arnav close the door on Khushi face . After that it will be my imagination but I get this idea from a Japan story I read long ago .