Aadhya Mahuri is a storm wrapped in silence, a girl of fire and ice-fierce, strong, and unapologetically independent, beautiful like water-calm on the surface, but hiding depths no one dares to explore. She loves to talk, her mind always brimming with thoughts and stories, but there's never anyone around to truly listen. Her sharp tongue is matched only by her sharper instincts, always ready with words but rarely given ears to hear them. Her presence is cold, guarded, untouchable. Yet deep inside, she longs for warmth-for someone to love her. But when love reaches out, she pulls away, unable to accept the very thing her heart aches for. Love terrifies her more than loneliness.
Abhay Rawat is her mirror in shadow-cold, ruthless, and cloaked in arrogance. He moves like he owns the silence, his presence sharp and untouchable. But beneath his steel exterior is a soft side no one sees, buried under duty and secrets. Everything he does-every lie, every fight-is for the family he'd burn the world to protect.
When their paths cross, it's not fate-it's a collision. She is the storm he didn't expect. He is the wall she can't ignore. Both wrapped in layers, both hiding truths. And maybe, just maybe, they're exactly what the other needs... if they can survive each other.
When Aadhya and Abhay meet, it's fire meeting flint. Sparks fly, tempers clash, and walls are tested. They challenge each other, frustrate each other... but can't stay away. He sees through her walls. She calls out his hidden heart. Together, they're a wildfire-destructive, beautiful, and unstoppable.
Forced to marry. Bound by secrets. Destined to destroy.
Not all love stories start with "I do." Some start with revenge.
When enemies marry, either hearts break or empires fall.
He's the fire. She's the match.
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He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze.
There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms.
His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained.
Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son.
As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched.
His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close.
He softly called her name.
Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears.
He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable.
He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first.
Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty.
And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.