She Wore His Name (Complete)

Once, she walked into a mafia house in a white kurta and black cargos.
He looked at her like she was chaos.
She looked at him like he was a challenge.

Seven years later, she's still stealing his hoodies.
He's still losing arguments.
And together-they're raising a daughter who rules their world with crayons and commands.

From late-night kitchen confessions to rajma chawal threats,
from unspoken I-love-yous to "aap hug kar lijiye, aaj aapka right hai",
this is not just a love story-
it's Araaz and Yashita's forever.

A story where love was slow, soft, and so full of fight that it bloomed anyway.
Where the mafia house became a home.