Ch 7: Bound By Fate A Few Days Later Today was the day—Jharna and Ivaan were getting married. Before the wedding, the Haldi ceremony was in full swing. The rituals were being held at separate locations; Ivaan had already been smeared with turmeric, and now it was Jharna’s turn. As Shikha stepped forward to apply […]
Ch 6: Marriage Proposal Jharna persistently tried to remove Ivaan’s mask, but her efforts were in vain. Frustration flickered in Ivaan’s eyes as he struggled to find a way to escape from her grasp. Then, an idea struck him. With a swift, forceful tug, he slid Jharna’s suit off her shoulders, causing the fabric to
Ch 5: The Midnight Chase When Ivaan returned to the villa, he found everyone gathered in the hall, their expressions clouded with concern. Sensing the tense atmosphere, he stepped forward and asked, “What’s wrong? Why do you all look so troubled?” Before anyone could respond, a voice laced with disdain cut through the silence—Abhimaan’s. “It’s
Ch 4: Ivaan meets Miransh Everyone stood in stunned silence, struggling to process what had just unfolded. Jharna, still dazed, shifted her gaze between Ivaan and the broken swing, her mind racing to make sense of the incident. A growing crowd gathered around them—Vihaan, Deepa, Shikha, Abhimaan, Vinit, and Chhaya—all watching in disbelief. Ivaan still
Ch: 3 Threads Of Chaos All the guests had arrived, and the grand event was about to commence. This prestigious gathering was hosted by Maurya Corporation, one of the world’s leading conglomerates, built single-handedly by Abhimaan Maurya—a man whose sheer determination and vision had shaped an empire. Though he was a man in the prime
Ch 2: Chasing Egos Jharna changed into fresh clothes, the ones Vinit had brought from home as she had asked. She now wore a pristine white suit paired with a striking red dupatta. “Vinit must have already set up the stall. I should leave now,” she murmured before stepping out of the room. Upon reaching
Ch 1: Collision Of Worlds A house was ablaze — flames roaring into the night sky, fueled by the ruthless hiss of kerosene. The fire danced wildly, consuming memories, innocence, and everything in between. Outside, a crowd gathered, their voices laced with poison, eyes gleaming with judgment. “Girls like her shouldn’t be allowed to live
Opening Note Before you step into this story… Take a breath. Not every love story begins with butterflies — some begin with responsibilities, broken memories, and a child who holds two hearts together. This isn’t a perfect world. But maybe… just maybe, it holds a place for healing. Thank you for choosing to be here.
Dedication For every heart that has lost, for every soul that has healed, and for every bond that refused to break — this story is yours. Next Chapter
