For twenty-five-year-old Adhirith Malik, life has always been about duty, focus, and keeping a steady head. As the College President and the son of a progressive Haryanvi Sarpanch, he is used to people watching his every move. He is a man of absolute control, completely untouched by distractions- until Akshita Chaudhary walks into his world. Fresh from Western UP, twenty-year-old Akshita is a whirlwind of fierce grace and unyielding self-respect. She doesn't blend into the crowd; she stands out completely.It takes just one initial encounter for Adhirith's guarded heart to shift. From the very first time their eyes meet, her fearless gaze and sharp wit captivate him entirely. Adhirith, who has never bowed to anyone, finds himself completely drawn to her untamed spirit. He isn't just intrigued-he is absolutely smitten by her strength and passion. As Akshita Navigates her first year alongside Adhirith's cousin, Khushi, she is completely unaware of the profound impact she has had on the college's most respected leader. For the first time in his life, the powerful president is playing a completely different game-one where his only goal is to earn the respect and affection of the girl from Western UP. Set against the vibrant backdrop of campus life and deep traditional roots, this is a heartwarming story of instant fascination turning into a deep, soulful love.

His love healed her broken heart ❤️‍🩹

Akshay :- you think this innocent mask of yours works here ? (Eyes darkly locked with her) Harshita:- you know already , the reason you forced me into this marriage , then why pretend (finally cracking to her icy edge ) Akshay:- is it so biwi , you think I am pretending ? (Moving close to her ) Harshita :- shut up, before I freeze you up fully (her voice dangerously slicing through the thin air ) Akshay :- like you did to my parents ? (His tone carrying mock seriousness) Harshita :- (she frowned )what.. But before she could process anything he moved and kissed her painfully , desperately as if punishing her by suffocating , but destiny had its role as his eyes widened upon the memory and he broke the kiss before actually taking her breathe In Delhi's extreme weather of heat and cold , Harshita is the ice , Delhi had never seen . She is a perfect silhouette of the eldest in the Sharma family , studying MBBS at AIIMS,Delhi , who secretly adores the fictional dark romance world, but beneath her public face , she is the Ice goddess and The queen ruling the hell and heaven that the world seemed to forget after her death Whereas He is the heat that Delhi hasn't even thought about , the fire demon secretly looking for the Ice goddess who killed his parents or maybe he thinks she killed them. While he is a fire demon , he masks a face of a famous CEO of the singhania company and the underworld mafia king in front of the world , secretly stalking her the moment she was born . But destiny had other plans Now forced into this marriage , Harshita is finally reclaiming the husband she left Will there love be enough to melt thier father (lord Vishnu) desire of killing him ? What if the ice quenn takes too long to recognise her own past life husband ?

❝𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑤❞ He writes songs that make millions feel butterflies . But when it comes to her, he can't write a damn thing that doesn't hurt. She is used to being a footnote, he is used to being the headline. Clara Bell was the quiet overachiever - the girl who hid behind perfect grades and classic books. Alex Turner was noise incarnate - chaos,spotlight and the rockstar everyone wanted a piece of. She only meant to work part-time at a library. He only meant to escape the chaos for a while. She never planned to be his muse. He never planned to be her downfall. Neither meant to find home in the wrong person. But now they're tangled in a story that sounds a lot like a love song - and hurts twice as much. Because some love stories aren't made for the spotlight. They are made to wreck you.