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The road was silent, save for the soft hum of the engine and the occasional chirping of birds. Mountains rose on one side, deep forest on the other, and between them sat two people bound by more than fate โ by memories, and the absence of them.
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The city of Mumbai buzzed with life, its skyline shimmering like a crown of ambition and desire. Amidst this world of luxury, power, and deceit, two destinies were about to collide... Agastya Khatri-a name that commanded power and respect. A ruthless multibillionaire known for turning everything he touched into gold, except for his own heart-cold, impenetrable, and ruled by logic. For him, emotions were liabilities, and relationships were nothing more than profitable deals. On the other side of the world of wealth was Shanaya Aggarwal-the spoiled, reckless daughter of a powerful business tycoon. Selfish and impulsive, she treated life like a playground meant for her amusement. Consequences were stories for other people. And then there was Siya Chaudhari-Shanaya's childhood best friend, the girl next door who believed in love, loyalty, and destiny. With her simple life and innocent charm, she was everything the elite world of power despised-and secretly craved. --- The story began the night Shanaya refused to meet Agastya, her father's business partner's son. Annoyed by the idea of an arranged alliance, she shoved the responsibility onto Siya, asking her to pretend to be "Shanaya" just for one meeting. Siya hesitated, unaware that this one lie would change her life forever. Dressed in borrowed elegance, she walked into the exclusive restaurant, heart pounding, hoping to survive the night unnoticed. But fate had other plans. Agastya Khatri was expecting arrogance and entitlement. What he found instead was innocence wrapped in elegance, vulnerability hidden behind hesitant smiles. He was intrigued. She was terrified. He saw a challenge. She saw a mistake. But destiny saw... a story worth telling. Two souls. One lie. An impossible love tangled in a world of deceit, power, and desire...
The night air was thick with dust and fear as a young girl in a bridal red lehenga ran desperately along the Mathura highway. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, almost as if the blood had drained from them. She looked no more than nineteen. Her eyes, swollen and red from endless crying, searched the darkness behind her. Her breath came in ragged bursts as panic consumed her. She ran faster, stumbling over loose gravel, her anklets clinking with every step. Just then, as fate would have it, she darted straight into the path of an oncoming car. The driver slammed the brakes. The tires screeched against the asphalt, sending sparks into the night air. The car came to a sudden stop, inches away from the girl. The door swung open and a young man stepped out. He was around twenty-sixโhandsome in a reckless way. His eyes were bloodshot, heavy with alcohol, but sharp with an instinct that cut through the haze. The girl, without hesitation, rushed toward him, falling at his feet. โPlease... please save me!โ she sobbed, clutching at his arm. โTheyโre after me... those peopleโฆ theyโll kill me!โ Her eyes darted wildly toward the shadows creeping closer from behind. She froze. Terror took hold. She turned toward the soundโfigures emerging from the darkness, fast approaching. Without thinking, she flung herself behind the man, clutching at his back and shutting her eyes tight, whispering prayers through trembling lips. The men reached them and snarled. โGive her to us!โ one barked. โWe donโt care about you! We want the girl!โ โI donโt want to go with you!โ she cried, struggling. โShut up!โ another spat. โWho cares if you want or not? Weโll take her by force if we have to!โ One of them lunged forward, grabbing at her wrist. In a flash, the young man twisted his body, blocking the attackerโs hand. A fierce fight broke out. Fists flew, knees slammed, and dust rose with every impact. The man struck hard, but one of the thugs swung a wooden stick and hit him on the side of his head. โAhhh!โ he groaned, pain shooting through his skull. For a brief second, he staggered and turned back, only to see the thugโs cruel smile. The stick had cut deep. His strength began to fade. His knees buckled. He fell, his head spinning, eyes clouded with darkness. The girl, panic flashing across her face, rushed to him. She knelt beside him and gently cradled his head in her lap. His eyes, glazed with pain, wandered over her faceโher red lips quivering, her swollen eyes lined with dark kohl, her nose adorned with a small, sparkling pin, and her henna-stained hands heavy with bangles that jingled softly as they trembled. โPlease... wake upโฆโ she whispered, tears spilling like pearls down her cheeks and falling onto his face. But he drifted further into unconsciousness. Desperate, she shook him gently. โPlease, donโt close your eyes! Please wake up!โ One tear slid down her cheek and landed on his skin. Without warning, he suddenly grabbed her wristโhis grip strong despite his fading consciousness and...
He's 28, all rough edges and chaos. Got that classic bad-boy vibe - smokes like a chimney, drinks like it's a religion, and fights like he's got nothing to lose. Doesn't care about anyone or anything, especially his family. They dumped him in a hostel when he was a kid, left him crying and begging, and now? He won't even look at them. Trust issues? Yeah, he's got those. Push people away before they can hurt him, that's his motto. Arrogant, reckless, and doesn't give a damn about rules. But deep down? Probably just a kid still screaming, asking why no one stayed. -Armaan Singh Raizada She is 21, a girl with a loving and warm personality. In her childhood, her parents passed away in an accident, leaving her behind. Her mother's best friend, Sumitra, took her in and raised her as her own daughter. Since childhood, she has harbored a sweet~ crush on Armaan. - Mannat Desaii ~~~ Armaan secretly resents her because she is the reason he was sent to the hostel. His mother's constant care and affection for her made his father suspicious of children closeness, he doesnt want her in his house but because of his wife he was silent, believing that sending Armaan away would fix things, his father decided to went armaan hostel. To make matters worse, no one, not even his mother, stopped it from happening. That betrayal fuels the anger Armaan still carries "Two hearts tied by fate, torn apart by secrets and resentment. A girl with innocent love in her eyes, and a boy consumed by bitterness. What happens when childhood bonds turn into battles? When unspoken feelings clash with hidden scars? Step into a world where love fights against hate, and hearts are forced to choose between forgiveness and revenge. Will they heal each other, or will the weight of the past destroy them both? Read this story of tangled emotions and unexpected twists. Follow me to know moreโค
"She loved the face. But not the soul behind it." Kanak Chaturvedi waited for years for her lost loveโSamayโto return. And when she finally saw him again, she believed her prayers had been answered. But fate had different plans. The man she hugged with teary eyes, the one she called her Samay, was a strangerโruthless, cold-blooded, and powerful. Amokshyavarsha Raghuvanshi doesnโt do love. He commands. He destroys. And now, Kanak's father has handed her over to the devil himself in exchange for a promiseโa deal forged in pain and desperation. But what happens when the illusion shatters, and Kanak sees the monster behind the familiar face? Will love survive the truth, or will truth destroy what's left of her heart? A haunting tale of mistaken identity, dangerous bargains, and the kind of love that burns more than it heals.
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