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The first day of the summit had been a grueling marathon of handshakes, aggressive pitching, and endless data. By the time the sun began to dip below the horizon, Anjali was exhausted. The corporate mask she wore was heavy, and for the first time in years, she didn't want to go to a high-end restaurant or a networking gala. She wanted the silence of her home.
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Thirteen-year-old Myra Sehgal is the new girl at St. Stephens, a shy artist hiding in the shadow of her popular older brother. She expects to be invisible, just another face in the crowded hallways. She didn’t expect Vedant Roy. At eighteen, Vedant is the school’s golden boy—the captain, the senior, the one everyone looks up to. To him, Myra is just his best friend’s little sister. But when he catches a glimpse of the world inside her sketchbook, a quiet bond begins to form that neither of them saw coming. Between rainy afternoons in the common room and stolen glances across the football field, Myra is falling for the one person who is completely out of reach. But as graduation looms and the gap between their worlds grows, a haunting question remains: Will this first love be like all the others—destined to remain beautiful but incomplete? To find out their fate, make sure to follow my ID and stay tuned for every chapter. 🍁
His Silent Command To the world, he is the "Ice King." To her, he is a ghost she doesn’t even know she’s haunted by. Reyansh Singh Rathore doesn't believe in fate—he believes in acquisition. As the cold, calculated heir to the Rathore empire, he has spent his life in pursuit of power and perfection. He was supposed to marry royalty; he was supposed to secure a merger. But one glimpse of a girl dancing with abandon was enough to shatter his world of logic. Now, he doesn't want a princess. He wants the girl who eats fire and dances like the wind. Aavya Sharma is a nineteen-year-old whirlwind of rhythm and "drama-baaz" energy. She lives for the beat of the tabla, the jangle of her ghungroos, and the sting of extra-spicy chillies. Her biggest worry should be her upcoming dance festival, but a heavy shadow has begun to follow her. She feels a gaze on her back in the crowded halls of her college; she sees the same black SUV at every corner. She has heard the name Reyansh Singh Rathore on the news—the untouchable billionaire who destroys rivals without a word. She has no idea that the "Ice King" has spent the last week watching her through security feeds, memorizing her smile, and plotting to dismantle her world just to rebuild it around himself. While his family reels in shock at his choice of a "commoner," Reyansh is already moving the pieces. It isn't a proposal—it's an inevitable conclusion. Aavya is about to learn that when a Rathore gives a command, the world goes silent to listen.
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