(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?

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*Ranked #1 in recommended out of 276 stories (06-8-18)* *Ranked #201 in angst out of 16.1K stories (06-8-18)* It's been an year since that fateful Diwali night but Arnav Singh Raizada is just stuck in that moment when he almost kissed her and then hid himself behind a declaration of a marriage which he has promised he would never do. Ever. But that wasn't the only thing which took away his peace, there was something else too that he did the day after Diwali which drove her away not only from his life but Delhi too. Now what is stopping him from approaching her when there is nothing that can stop ASR from getting what he wants? Why is Payal refusing to marry Akash? How would Arnav settle his brother's life when only and only solution to this is to face Khushi Kumari Gupta after an year? Would he be able to or let the tangled mess go on?

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.

**ON HIATUS** (IPKKND AU) This is no longer the story of a girl who crashed a fashion show and a man who thought she was a corporate spy. It's her last year of college, and Khushi's family are looking for a husband for their youngest daughter. She dreams of a prince who will laugh and smile and dance with her, someone who will take her to watch Salman-ji films and buy her jalebis. But Devi Maiyya has other ideas, and they all take the form of a textile tycoon with a penchant for black. Arnav, a diabetic who doesn't believe in marriage, is the latest in a line of suitors at Khushi's door. But he's the first with no intention of saying yes. Marriage is a journey of two people, and of two families, and this rishtaa will change everything. Ranked #53 in General Fiction (19-Jul-2016) Ranked #426 in Fanfiction (1-Apr-2017) Ranked #490 in Fanfiction (23-Apr-2017)

Garv Oberoi was a bitter man with a lot of money and the same amount of pent up anger towards life. According to him, life cheated him of happiness and a normal chance at it. He was always the one laden with responsibilities. Everyone out in the world seemed to envy his life, in fact, they wanted a life like him, except that he had no life. Wary of personal commitments, his life consisted of just work. Due to a very unfortunate situation which life yet again threw at him, Bani entered his life. And with his mistrust in people below his class along with his aversion to husband seeking females in general, he expected her to be the same, attention seeking, gold-digging, manipulative, opportunist girl that he was so used to getting off his back. But he need not worry about that, he realized in some time. Bani guarded her heart with a stronger wall around it than Garv's. Romance or husband was the last thing on her mind. And Garv Oberoi was the last candidate for the same if the thought ever sprang up in her mind. She was just like sunshine, but without any intention of gracing Garv's life with her warmth and brightness. He slowly gathered that she wasn't playing hard to get, in fact, she was not playing at all. And with that, she intrigued him. One fine day, he found himself wishing that she would play this game of relationships with him. When did his simple interest turn into romantic one, he did not know. The thing he knew though was that she has become the anchor of his sanity, the center of his, Adit and Adya's life. And he has to make her his. Only his for eternity.

Highest rank: #26 in fanfiction, #1 in Arshi Won "CHARM AWARD" on IPKKND CHARM AWARDS-2K18 **UNEDITED- FIRST DRAFT** "Khushi, at least we can be friends right?" He asked hoping against hope. She kept mum displeasing him. "You're not ready to accept me as your husband at least we can be friends right?" He repeated his question taking steps towards her. She remains tight lipped sitting on the bed as if the other person was invisible. He sat beside her and put his palm on hers which rested on the soft bed. Next moment she shoved his palm and stood up abruptly. Her face screamed her hate. "I have enough friends in my life. And certainly I was in no need to accept you in my life. Don't ever come near me" She bit out harshly and added further breaking his heart into million of pieces. "MY HEART BEATS ONLY FOR HIM. AND IT WILL BEAT ONLY FOR HIM. YOU WILL NEVER GET A PLACE IN MY HEART. STAY AWAY" He stood too stunned to react anything. His love loves someone else. His conjugal life finished even before it starts. Is it his fault that he came second in her life??? ^^Cover credit: Sujzwriter^^ ****

Just read... you will find out. :::::::: Desclaimer: Character names of the story taken from the star plus show ISS PYAAR KO KYA NAAM DOON. But the plot is completely my own. Any resemblance to any living or dead is completely Coincidental.

Show based plot. Starts from Khushi and Payal shifting to Delhi. Nafrat Paas Aane Na De.........Mohabbat Door Jaane Na De!!!! The story is kinda dark. Notifying you ahead guys.

A re-imagining of New Year's Eve where Khushi and Arnav are in a secret relationship. This is the first in a four-part series set in an AU where Arnav and Khushi are in a relationship that they're hiding from everyone. --------- Hi! This story was previously plagiarized and uploaded by another user under the name OUR SECRET. This story, and its sequels, belong to me. I'm uploading the entire Secret Romance series here so people can still read it. Happy New Year was first shared on fanfiction.net