Smult Stories

I hope u like it it is my first story which is based on my imagination And please don't be offended because of the grammar mistake as English is not my frist language It can contain some word relating to my language too I will also write some smult and if u don't wanna read it then I will give a waring sign Thank u! And enjoy

She came for her sister's love story... He stayed because of her. Vaishnavi tiwari-an interior designer with calm eyes and a guarded heart-never believed in complicated love. For her, life was simple: work, family, and staying away from powerful people like the Thakurs. But fate had other plans. On the day of her sister's roka, in a haveli filled with noise and rituals... one silent, intense gaze changes everything. Vansh thakur The man of the house. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous in ways words can't explain. He didn't speak to her. He didn't smile. But he noticed her. And once Vansh notices something... he doesn't forget. When Vaishnavi gets hired to redesign the Thakur mansion, she steps into a world of power, control, and unspoken tension. Every meeting with Vansh feels like a silent war-of ego, distance, and something neither of them wants to name. Until one day... On her sister's wedding, when love fills the air- Vansh offers her something that isn't love at all. A marriage. Only for name. No feelings. No expectations. No promises. Just a deal. But what happens when a name-sake relationship starts feeling real? When stolen glances turn into unspoken emotions? When the man who never believed in love begins to lose control... over her? And what happens when Vaishnavi refuses to be just a "name"? Because some stories don't begin with love... They begin with possession, silence, and a choice that changes everything.