It's been one whole year since Saiyaara, and somehow, we're still not over Krish Kapoor, Vaani Batra and their love. So here we are, back with a collection of oneshots from their pre-dating era to their dating phase, the stolen glances, the unspoken feelings, the chaos, the love, and all the little moments we can't stop imagining. I'm so incredibly excited to start this and I really hope you show it the same love you gave my Ahaan × Aneet FF and my other KrishVaani fanfic. It truly means the world to me. Welcome back to Krish and Vaani's world :))

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭. . . . . . . . . . . Living in The Colony was all Josie knew. To the outside world it was a cult of brainwashed victims all under the spell of Kade Rogers, but to her it was home. That was up until a series of events that led up to her escape. If only fate wasn't so cruel as to lead her away from one monster and put her directly into the hands of another. Now, with a new sense of determination, Josie explores the world outside of The Colony and learns the hard way that trust is a dangerous weapon of destruction. Trying to lead a normal life starting college proves to be impossible after meeting Nico Blaine. He was everything she was suppose to stay away from. But when Josie lay's eyes on the tattooed beauty, she can't help it. What starts out as a innocent infatuation turns into a twisted tale of betrayal. .. . . . . . . . . . - Dark romance - Explicit sexual content - Mature themes - Criminal - Villain - Anti-hero #1 goodgirlxbadboy #1 darklove

When orphaned architecture graduate Aahna enters the powerful Mehra mansion as her best friend Janu's guest, she expects temporary warmth-not a place that slowly begins feeling like home. And she definitely doesn't expect Jashwant Mehra. Cold. Untouchable. Brutally controlled. The billionaire CEO of JPJ Architectures is feared across Mumbai for his ruthless business empire. But behind tailored suits and unreadable eyes hides a darker truth- Jashwant Mehra is not just a businessman. He is a mafia king. What begins as silent tension soon turns into stolen glances, midnight conversations, monsoon drives, and a love so consuming it terrifies them both. For the first time in his dangerous life, Jashwant finds peace in someone. And for the first time in hers, Aahna finds a family. But love inside a world built on blood never comes without consequences. When enemies strike the Mehra family and a devastating anonymous letter shatters Aahna's world, she disappears without a trace-leaving behind a broken mansion and a man capable of destroying entire cities to bring her back. Now Jashwant must choose: the empire he built through violence, or the woman who taught him how to live without it. Ishq Aur Khoon is a deeply emotional Indian mafia romance about love after loneliness, found family, heartbreak, healing, and two people who survive darkness only to find home in each other.

"WE LOVE YOU KRISH KAPOOR!!" The entire stadium chorused in unison. ~~~ Krish Kapoor, the enticing lead singer of a musical band JOSH, with his magnetic charisma and evocatively stirring voice has garnered a universal acclaim. He rules the hearts and the charts. Well, this is Krish Kapoor on stage. For those who know him without the luminaries and cold pyros, he is still the volatile, brooding man, whose one glare has people rethinking their life choices. But as they say, once in a while, in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairytale. And that fairytale was his Vaani for him. Vaani Batra. She is a passionate poetess and fervent lyricist, who pours her heart and soul into words. The ones that delineate his melodies, the ones the crowds hook onto. She sees beyond the aesthetic, calls the wrecks beautiful and heals before you know it. Though Alzheimer's enclaves her brain, her heart continues to live and love. And love she did, to the man whose gaze met hers and never swept away, who watches her go to sleep every night, who'd burn down heavens and hells just to have her beside him. He is her home, she is his world. He is her anchor, she is his muse. He is her verse, she lives in his melodies. And when they're in love, it's bound to be a chartbuster. But the world is a cruel place and fame a double-edged sword. Fabricated scandals, covetous eyes and clashing egos is a little to much to hide behind polished guitars and stage smoke. Isn't it? But love is not a staged entity. Defying all the scripts, it stays. Forever and ever and ever. So when the flashes go frantic, eyes turn prying and powerplay turns avenging, will this love outlive the headlines or just turn into another love story on a page? Saiyaara- a tale of two stars, that shine, wander, burn and yet choose to revolve in the same orbit. ~~~ "I love you Krish Kapoor" she whispered, still louder than any crowd and they kissed. Like the world didn't exist. Like there was no tomorrow.

Krish Kapoor and Vaani Batra stayed with me long after the screen faded, their story felt like it ended too soon. Kaahani is me picking up where the film left gaps, exploring everything we didn't get to see, hear, or feel. This fanfic dives deeper into Krish as a singer and Vaani as his lyricist, into their connection beyond the music, beyond what was shown. If you haven't read my previous fanfic, (Ahneet - abhi bhi kuch pal baaki hai) you absolutely can-this story stands on its own. Please love and support this story like you did for Ahneet's <3

College Love Story | Musical Drama A sweeping love story set against the pulse of music where a boy sings his truth when words fail him, and emotions spill over into melody. Inspired by the raw, aching world of Rockstar, this story blends themes and moments reminiscent of Aashiqui 2 and Saiyaara. The tone draws heavily from the signature style of Mohit Suri-where love feels eternal, music becomes confession, and yearning lingers long after the last note fades. ⸻ Sahil Agnihotri An aspiring musician. The future heir to an empire yet his heart belongs to music. He writes lyrics in the margins of his notebooks, lives recklessly, feels deeply. Music is his refuge... and sometimes, his curse. There's a storm in his eyes-restless, hungry, determined to conquer the world. But the privilege he was born into comes with a cost he cannot escape. ⸻ Siya Joshi Disciplined. Focused. Unyieldingly practical. She would rather analyze her emotions than feel them; map them on a graph instead of letting them unravel her. Her strength lies in logic, in control, in sheer willpower. She believes there's no situation she can't think her way out of. Her fire burns just as fiercely-sharp, soaring, relentless. But that strength demands a price. ⸻ When these two worlds collide in a dusty classroom, their fates are entwined for better or worse. Sahil and Siya begin a journey through love, ambition, dreams, and heartbreak where music becomes their shared language. ⸻ Tropes & Themes * Rich boy × Poor girl * Opposites attract * Strangers to soulmates * Dreams vs family baggage * Music, lyrics, and poetry * Love, loss, and emotional unraveling * Mental health in form of Amnesia ⸻ Note: All songs inspired by Mohit Suri's filmography are reimagined here as Sahil's original compositions within the story. ⸻ About the Author Updates twice a week. Follow on Wattpad for new chapters and upcoming projects. Instagram: @AmuWritesLovestory ✨

A threat. A harm. Vaani is in danger. Krish has to get to the bottom of it. He would do anything to protect Vaani, even if he has to burn down the whole world for her. But, will Vaani remember? This story is a continuation from where the film ends, with Krish and Vaani getting married. It will mostly focus on their married life and how they handle all hurdles together. However, a lot is yet to happen. P.S- There will be a lot of fluffy and cute moments too. (Yes, mature content)

~.~ "That's not love," I spat, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. "That's a lie." "Isn't all love a lie?" he countered, his eyes holding mine with a dangerous intensity. "You came to me because you were broken. I gave you a reason to live, a new purpose. You saw a part of me you wanted to believe was real and you fell for it." I kept staring at him. Whatever he was saying was true. I believed him but I was so wrong. He leaned down to look more closely into my eyes and observe my reaction. "Just as I fell for your beautiful, tortured soul." My eyes went wide on his declaration. "Don't pretend you're innocent in this game, Aneet. We are two people who see each other for what we are; artists of deception. You paint a world you want to see. I built one." An artist, whose spirit was shattered by a tragic loss, finds herself under the controlling patronage of a ruthless and possessive billionaire, a man who sees her brokenness not as a flaw, but as a canvas for his own dark obsession. She is no victim; but a woman with power to ruin him, and a mind that knows a far more satisfying kind of revenge. A FF of Ahaan Panday and Aneet Padda. Love, loss and secrets. P.N:- This story is completely a fictional work, mentioned characters may exist in real but mentioned situation has no connection with the reality. #darkromance #ahneet

One-shots or short stories based on my beloved KrishVaani, from the movie Saiyaara.

Krish Kapoor lived his life in half-songs - unfinished melodies, promises unspoken, love wrapped in fear. Vaani Batra was his anchor, his chaos, his only forever. But forever is fragile, and when silence grows louder than love, even the deepest bond begins to crack. This is not a story of perfect love. It is a story of aching, stumbling, breaking - and choosing each other anyway. Of learning that love doesn't mean staying untouched; it means carrying the scars, the music, and the memories long after the song ends. A tale of music, grief, and the kind of love that refuses to leave - even when it cannot stay. Because when forever comes undone, what remains is not the end. It's the fragments. The memories. The stubborn echo of a promise: "Forever and ever and ever."