Having a fight between strangers on first meet, led to many misunderstanding but what if they collide again and fight again? Leads to make the person villain or maybe something else.
But what if the same person started appearing daily in front of you testing your patience and at same time giving some sense of weird feeling which you never aware of.
Caring of your past you cant continue to live in present and make the future. But cant even let go when its coming again to haunt you!
Unaware of each other's feelings about how two strangers will come together and rely on them.
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• RAJVEER SINGH
21, billionaire's eldest son, heir to an empire, and the kind of man whose presence speaks louder than his words ever could. A college dropout.
Rajveer is every girl's fantasy sharp jaw, sharper mind, and a quiet confidence that pulls attention without effort. He lives in luxury, speaks in silences, and doesn't let anyone get too close.
Unless, of course, they threaten his family then he's not the calm boy behind the charm.
He doesn't chase love. Doesn't believe in the idea of someone "completing" him.
Until one day...
"Ms.Roy you don't know how you drive me crazy"
• ISHITA ROY
19, bold, bubbly, the life of every room... and the one who quietly walks away when the crowd fades.An extrovert with huge dreams.
She moved to Delhi chasing a dream to make her own name.
But somewhere along the way, life twisted the script.
A fight, a face she didn't expect to matter, moments that changed her and love? That was never a part in her life.
A reason she guards her heart like it's made of glass.
And while the world may think she's all sunshine and strength...
She knows some parts of her still break quietly, secretly.
"Yea..h, I don't give a shit,maybe Mr.Singh"
Celebrate some love, anger, jealousy, secrets with our #Ishveer
(A bollywood musical story)
Italian CEO × Desi Girl
Enemies to lovers (major trope)
#5-Billionairelove-05/08/25
She was never meant to marry him.
They weren't poles apart, they were custom apart. Not by distance, but by 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.
𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮, of Indian origin, was born and raised in Italy. Her heart beats for chai, not coffee. Her manners were stuck to desi, her traditions rooted in another land. She spoke both Hindi and Italian, but there was still something her parents never told her. A secret she uncovered too late.
He hated her. Hated seeing her, hearing her, even speaking to her. The marriage was just an arrangement and nothing more for him. But when his sharp glares turned into lingering stares, he knew something had shifted. She had quietly made a place into his mind and heart.
He didn't know what a saree was, or what made chai so special but sitting in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand, watching his wife draped in simple cotton sarees, somehow became his routine.
He didn't know what vermilion meant but when he caught himself smiling every time he saw it on her forehead, he realized something different and beautiful at once:
He was falling in love.
With his wife.
With 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮
"𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨."