Vihaan sat alone in his dark room, the only source of light being the dim glow from the bedside lamp. Shadows stretched across the walls, making the space feel colder, emptier.
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[#2 ~ The Mehra Cousins] "I'm bored," he complained. "Someone find me a wife." "You're asking for a wife, not a toy," she replied, frowning at him. "Besides, what kind of foolish woman would agree to marry you?" "Excuse me!" he exclaimed, clearly offended. "Women are dying to marry me!" She rolled her eyes. "You wish," she said with a sarcastic smile. He smirked. "You're just jealous." "What would I-" She stopped herself from cursing, remembering they were in the office. "Why would I be jealous?" "Because you love me," he said, nodding as if it were a fact. "You're delusional." "And you are completely, utterly, and hopelessly in love with me," he said, grinning. "Why don't you just marry me and save yourself from the misery of watching me marry someone else?" "Even if you were the last person on this planet, I would never marry you," she snapped. He smirked. "Never say never." โ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ has no time for nonsense, especially not the kind that wears tailored suits and a cocky smile. As a sharp-tongued marketing strategist with a reputation for excellence, she's worked too hard to let anyone--especially Aarav Mehra--get under her skin. ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ฒ๐ต๐ฟ๐ฎ, the charming, appealing, heir to his family's luxury hospitality empire, has never met a woman who challenges him quite like Manya. She's infuriating, brilliant, and absolutely immune to his charm, making her the most interesting part of his day. When a family twist forces Manya and Aarav into a fake engagement, what begins as a performance quickly unravels into something dangerously real. Between barbed banter, stolen glances, and the kind of moments that feel too true to fake, their carefully drawn lines begin to blur, and both are forced to confront what's real, what's pretend, and whether love might just be the biggest risk either of them has ever taken.
[#2 ~ The Rajvansh Royals] Jiya Rajvansh doesn't believe in feelings. Cold, composed, and ruthlessly self-contained, she's built her life on silence and self-preservation. Feelings are for people who can afford them, and she learned long ago she can't. Agastya Singhania believes in order, fairness, and doing what's right. The world, to him, exists in clear lines--black and white, truth and deceit. Until she walks in, all edges and contradictions, and turns his absolutes into questions. Their paths collide in blood and consequence, and nothing about it is neat. He wants answers; she wants distance. But there's something about her darkness that calls to him, and something about his goodness that terrifies her. He sees right and wrong. She lives in everything in between. And somewhere between her ruin and his righteousness, a slow, burning unraveling of two people who were never meant to meet, yet can't seem to let go.
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