"To all the ladies who go on their knees for a good guy…"
A nerd who blushes, treasures your chocolate wrappers like rare artefacts, and writes you love letters for 10 years simply because he missed you—
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Fake Marriage? Between the rich, hot and handsome Businessman and a Corporate employee? In a big fat Indian household? Hell Yeah! This is the story of Veer Raghuvanshi and Ishika Gupta. Ishika Gupta who belongs to a middle-class family, their family is the same as every Indian household, filled with lots of ups and downs, plenty of family drama, traumas, and entertainment. For everyone, she's just the cute, jolly Ishika whose life seems perfect. But here's a secret: People are not what they show. People who laugh the most are the ones hiding the most. Veer Raghuvanshi, You all know him-the guy whose life got completely messed up by that one court case that shattered his family's reputation and him... The Veer who used to be the life of the party, hasn't smiled in ages. He was once carefree, living his best life. But then everything changed, He distanced himself from everyone, and His teenage years still haunt him. His life turned into black-and-white melodramatic 50s movies until He got himself involved in a fake marriage. Will they end up together? Will Ishika bring back the old Veer? Will his family ever accept Ishika? What will Ishika do when she learns about Veer's dark past? What will Veer do when he discovers Ishika's childhood trauma? Will he ever learn to love her? Will he ever stop being terrified of women..her?
Some love stories begin with a proposal. Theirs began with guns and goons. She ran away—wearing red, shaking in fear, chasing a man who never truly chased her back. But someone else did. He found her... not to rescue, but to claim. A powerful man with darkness in his eyes and her name stitched into every heartbeat. He forced a marriage. A temple. A gun. A wedding with no choice. She thought it was madness. He knew it was love. She swore to hate him while crying every day for someone else, whom she loved to the moon. He stood—silent, burning, and still. He gave up his dreams. She thought he ruined hers. He stayed close—never crossing the line, never revealing the truth. He kept her with him for days, for weeks, for months. Until one day... That day, he saw his love shattering and her teary eyes winning. He let his love win by letting her go. But what happens when she finds the truth outside? Hurts more than the cage she escaped? “Woh shaadi zabardasti thi… Par mohabbat toh sirf usi se thi.” And while she tried to escape fate, She was always running back to the one she was meant for. But while one bride was forced into love, Another forced love onto the groom. She dreamed of him since they met—every smile, every silence etched into her bones. He? Never looked her way. Never wanted this bond. But she said yes for both. A marriage born not from mutual hearts, but from stubborn hope. He stood beside her with a clenched jaw, not clasped hands. Cold glances. Long silences. She wore sindoor with pride, He wore the weight like punishment. Yet she stayed. Through his indifference. Through his absence. Because she believed that even unreturned love…Can someday soften stone. He tried to hate her. She chose to worship him. And in her prayers, somewhere… his heart began to ache. “Tumne jabardasti shaadi ki thi, par us mohabbat mein majboori nahi thi…” Two love stories. Both unwanted. Both unforgettable. And in their darkness… A strange kind of devotion bloomed. Not every fairy tale starts with a yes. Some begin with a no— That turns into the only truth they ever needed.
Here are the bonus chapters for Raghuvanshi's daughter-in-law. Hope You Will Enjoy. 🫶🏻
"Aditya, I—" "Just say yes or no." His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. There was no warmth left, only the hard edge of authority. Shivalika didn't say anything. She knew if she replied with only Yes or No then he won't let her explain, so it is better to stay silent then bringing up more Misunderstandings. But Her silence was enough for him. "I know everything." His voice cracked like a whip. "The lies, the betrayal... You really thought I wouldn't find out?" Her eyes drifted to the papers in his hand—papers that would change everything. Her heart plummeted, face draining of color. She had never imagined the truth would come out like this. "D-DNA report..." Her voice trembled. Her family, who had been glaring with suspicion, was now frozen in shock. The betrayal was too much. His heart, once shattered, was now broken beyond repair. He had trusted her, believed her—foolishly. But she had betrayed him. Not once, but twice. She had left him without a word, and now, after all these years, she had hidden the truth about his daughter. "You hid it from me..." His voice was thick with disbelief, eyes wide in disbelief. "For eight years." His words were venomous. "I have a seven-year-old daughter, and I never knew she existed. I thought my child was dead! And you... you didn't think I had the right to know?" His voice broke into a whisper, one laced with pain. "You broke the already broken heart. I should've known. I shouldn't have trusted you after what you did to me eight years ago." His gaze darkened as he looked at her, disgust curling his lips. For the first time, Shivalika saw hatred for her in his eyes, and it pierced her soul. But she knew she deserved it—every ounce of his anger, every bit of his hate. She had broken him all over again. "You're a lawyer, right?" His voice was low but carried a dangerous weight. "You fight for human rights, but you robbed me of mine. You took away my rights as a father." "Ms. Chauhan..." His voice dropped, chillingly calm now, but every word dripped with venom. "You will regret hiding this from me. You've seen my love, used my ignorance, and now... now you will see my Hate." His words were cold and sharp, each one a knife to her heart. "I didn't hate you when you left me. But today, today you've given me a reason to." His face twisted in a storm of fury, betrayal, and something darker. There would be no forgiveness. No return. "You messed with the wrong man." His words were a warning, clear and deadly. "I'll make your life and your family's life a living hell. This was all because of our family rivalry right? I never interfered in it before... but now, I'll show You what a Real Rivalry looks like." Each word hit like a hammer, filled with venom, rage, and the promise of Vengeance. Shivalika's breath caught. She knew he wasn't bluffing. He would stop at nothing to make her regret everything she had done. The man who had once been the hero of someone's story had now become the villain of his own. His Love turned into Vengeance. -----×××-----
In a time when radios played Lata's songs and letters carried feelings deeper than words ever could, she met him— on the first day of college, that was twenty years after India got independence. He wasn’t a freedom fighter, but he freed something in her. A smile. A feeling. A love she never dared to name. He loved sitars when the world had moved to guitars. He loved books, children, music... and she? She loved him. Quietly. Completely. From behind the veil of silence every sanskaari girl was taught to wear at that time. He was the boy every girl admired. She was the girl that quite girl who changed herself, bit by bit, just to be noticed. While he chased dreams and disappeared into the world, she stayed behind— with ink-stained fingers and a heart that beat only for him. She doesn't know where he is now. But she remembers the way he looked at her once, like she mattered. And now, decades later, all she has are her memories… and a diary that was never about her. It was always about Him.
"What’s your name?” He asked her in a straight cold tone. Akshita and all the employees stared at him as if he was a GHOST, but he kept looking at her with an emotionless face. “Ask her for her name”, he ordered the girl, his voice indicating danger. “Wh…What is…is your name Miss?” the girl asked Akshita, stuttering out of fear. “Ak...Akshita” she replied, looking anywhere but at him, blinking her eyes to stop her tears. Fortunately, she was successful. What kind of woman would like it when her husband asks for her name, 4 months after their marriage! That too in front of all those people who know about their relationship? “Full Name” He commands. “Akshita Raghuvanshi”, she replies again. The girl’s eyes widened in realization. “I said FULL. NAME.” He ordered furiously, stressing on the last two words. “Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi” she replied again, this time looking down. The name itself gives shivers. “Mrs. Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi” He states every word clearly, looking at Akshita. She snaps her head towards him in an instant, shock and confusion evident in her expressions. Her full name, from his mouth, created a domination aura around the place. It gave her butterflies, his name with hers, as one.
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