At 33, Aryav Singh is Bollywood's reigning superstar-sharp, strategic, and fiercely private. A small-town boy turned screen icon, Aryav views love as a weakness and emotions as distractions, focusing solely on his career.
At 23, Sana Upadhyay is a kind and optimistic soul, driven by love and second chances. Balancing work and family, she finds joy in life's little moments, valuing connection over control.
Aryav and Sana are complete opposites-he thrives on control; she's all about letting go. He's guarded; she's open-hearted. Yet, when fate brings them together, sparks fly. Will Aryav's defenses withstand Sana's warmth? Welcome to their journey, where two worlds collide, and a new story begins.
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Sana stepped forward, composed and professional. "Hello, Mr. Aryav," she introduced herself formally. "I'm Sana, representing our PR team for today's event." Aryav's eyes met hers, and though his expression was hidden behind his dark shades, there was an unmistakable spark of recognition. He extended a handshake, his grip firm but reserved, and responded, "Good to have you here."................
.........Aryav leaned over, his fingers gently brushing against her bare skin as he carefully lifted the strap back into place. The contact was slow, deliberate-his fingers lightly tracing the line of her shoulder, pausing just long enough to ensure the strap was secure. Sana stirred at the touch, her eyelids fluttering open as the warmth of Aryav's fingers lingered on her skin.
.........Sana turned back, a laugh bubbling up as she looked at him. She walked over, her steps light and unguarded, and wrapped her arms around him in a warm, heartfelt hug. Aryav was momentarily caught off guard, but his arms instinctively came around her, holding her close.
This hug was not just casual; it was a deep, lingering embrace that went on for over five minutes. Aryav gently pressed her body against his, feeling her softness against him from her chest down to her core.
DRITI ARORA × GOUTHAM KAPOOR
He pushed her against the cold wall pinned her two hands with his one arm and slacked his other arm around her waist. She opened her mouth to shout but it got instantly shut by a Kiss on her plum lips. He was kissing her possessively and it was more like punishing her. He pulled her more towards him leaving no space between them and deepened the kiss. Driti was breathless when he let go of her lips. She can see his hot breath on her earlobes.
" I GOT YOU MRS DRITI GOUTHAM KAPOOR"
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MAHIRA RAJPUT ×VIVAAN SINGANIA
"Mr Singania, meet Ms Mahira Rajput, my assistant and the one who working on the project on which we are going to collaborate"
Mahira plastered a small smile on her face and turned towards him. Her smile turned into horror when he was looking directly into her soul. How can she forget that the black eye which always found its way towards her? It's still the same as what she had seen last time, filled with hatred for her
"Vi...Vivaan". She whispered
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ISHARA MEHRA ×DEV MALHOTRA
"Who is he? Your new boyfriend?" He asked in his demanding voice running his hand through his hair, like trying to compose himself.
"It's none of your business". I said in a firm voice. Rajat is just a friend but I don't want to explain anything to him. Why is he behaving like he owns me?
"oh ya, how can I forget how whore you are"
His statement made me still for a second. What did he call me, a whore. Before my hand touches his cheek for a slap he holds it and twists it behind my back. He is standing so close to you.
" I know your true colour, Ms Ishara Mehra. How much money did he pay you to sleep with me ."
My eyes are wide in his accusation. What the hell is talking about? Do I get paid to sleep with him ??? Did he see me as that type of woman.