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Whether you're a die-hard fan of enemies-to-lovers banter, the unexpected chaos of an accidental marriage, or the slow-burn beauty of a second chance, I have a story waiting to whisk you away.

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• Enemies to Lovers: Witness sparks fly as rivals discover a simmering attraction beneath their icy glares.

• Accidental Marriage: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas... unless it involves a ring, a drunk vow, and undeniable chemistry!

NEW FF: LOVE ME NOT - Chapter 3

LINK TO PART 2

CHAPTER 3



Arnav Singh Raizada


I down my drink in one burning gulp as Aman returns to the bar, watching Khushi provocatively dance with her friends.

“Are you competing with your wife on who can drink the most?” he asks with an amused smirk. “She's on her fourth peg.”

I clench my jaw, unable to tear my eyes away from the alluring sway of Khushi's hips in that skimpy dress. “Fourth peg and dancing like I'm not even here. I don't know what I’m doing here anyway.”

Aman chuckles dryly. “Exactly my point. Why are we here, Arnav? This is seriously intruding on her privacy. We're basically stalking her.”

I shake my head vehemently, slamming my glass down. “That woman is my wife. I have every right to know what she's up to.” I point an accusatory finger towards the dance floor. “Last night she didn't return to her home. And now she's wearing that revealing dress, dancing with every guy here like some...”

Precap: LOVE ME NOT - Chapter 3

Arnav Singh Raizada


The creak of the door opening could practically rouse the entire Raizada mansion from slumber.

"What the hell, Aman," I murmur as quietly as possible as he nudges the main door ajar.

"I didn't mean to," he whispers back. "And don't worry, your sleeping beauty won't stir even if you blast the Dolby stereo next to her. She's passed out, not merely dozed off."

I grit my teeth at his deliberate teasing, stealing a glance at the woman in my arms. My wife. Khushi.

She clings to my shirt, while I cradle her as though she were a fragile doll I must shield from the outside world.

Hari Prakash enters the living room, rubbing his eyes, only for them to widen at the sight of Aman and me returning home late at night, with a woman in my arms. Clearly, he hasn't recognized her.

"What?" I scowl at him. “Biwi hai meri!”

NEW FF: LOVE ME NOT - Chapter 2

 

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CHAPTER 2

Khushi Gupta

The graduation ceremony was absolutely wonderful, and already I find myself longing for the camaraderie of my friends and the familiar halls of college. There's a certain nostalgia in knowing I won't be waking up tomorrow to attend classes, catch up with friends, engage in group studies, and partake in the cultural events that defined our college experience. All those moments will be dearly missed. However, amidst this wave of nostalgia, I'm eagerly looking forward to the private party my classmates are throwing tomorrow to commemorate our graduation. As I wonder what to wear and the logistics of getting there—whether I'll be picked up or if I'll have to gather my friends Payal, Lavanya, and Pam along the way—I can't help but anticipate the festivities that await. I haven't discussed it with Dad yet, but I'm certain he won't object; he never has before. As I sit in the car, drained from today's excitement, I suddenly realize we're not headed towards the Gupta mansion as expected. Instead, the car veers towards the route leading to the Raizada Mansion.

“Mom?” I turn to my mother. “Where are we going?”

Mom smiles sweetly at me.

“To your real home, Khushi. Where else? Now that Arnav is back from Manhattan and—”

Precap: LOVE ME NOT - Chapter 2

KHUSHI GUPTA

The graduation ceremony was absolutely wonderful, and already I find myself longing for the camaraderie of my friends and the familiar halls of college. There's a certain nostalgia in knowing I won't be waking up tomorrow to attend classes, catch up with friends, engage in group studies, and partake in the cultural events that defined our college experience. All those moments will be dearly missed. However, amidst this wave of nostalgia, I'm eagerly looking forward to the private party my classmates are throwing tomorrow to commemorate our graduation. As I contemplate what to wear and the logistics of getting there—whether I'll be picked up or if I'll have to gather my friends Payal, Lavanya, and Pam along the way—I can't help but anticipate the festivities that await. I haven't discussed it with Dad yet, but I'm certain he won't object; he never has before. As I sit in the car, drained from today's excitement, I suddenly realize we're not headed towards the Gupta mansion as expected. Instead, the car veers towards the route leading to the Raizada Mansion.

“Mom?” I turn to my mother. “Where are we going?”

Mom smiles sweetly at me.

“To your real home, Khushi. Where else? Now that Arnav is back from Manhattan and—”

NEW FF: LOVE ME NOT - Chapter 1

 

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CHAPTER 1


Arnav Singh Raizada

I stare out the airplane window, dreading this unwanted trip back to India. I have no interest in being here, but Dad insisted I come for Khushi's graduation. I just want to get this over with and return to Manhattan as soon as possible. Aman is enjoying his drink beside me and even flirting with the stewardess. I glare back at him for enjoying this trip while I am sulking and annoyed.

“What?” he asks. “You are not allowed to flirt, I can. I’m still single.”

I roll my eyes. He then turns to the stewardess.

“My friend has been married for three years.”

What the F*ck! She smiles at me.

“His wife is a lucky woman,” she replies serving us the drinks and leaves.

“I don’t understand why are we still friends,” I snap at Aman who chuckles.

“You love me too much to let me go. And besides, we know each other’s secrets you see. And I don’t guarantee you’ll not reveal those to anyone if we turn our back to each other. So being friends is the only choice.”

He is right. I give him a mocking glare. Aman’s friendship is the biggest reason I’m still sane despite all the chaos around me.