
MYRA'S POV:
As the class goes on, everyone–including me gets the punishment of solving the three chapters' practice problem, but never mind, I am happy that Kriv doesn't get to know whose idea was to make the whole class bunk.


MYRA'S POV:
As the class goes on, everyone–including me gets the punishment of solving the three chapters' practice problem, but never mind, I am happy that Kriv doesn't get to know whose idea was to make the whole class bunk.

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Power. Promises. Perfidy. Power is meant to be taken. Promises are meant to be broken. Perfidy is meant to hurt. A dirty world built on fake promises, betrayal, and the grief of broken trust - the very world he belongs to. Growing up in an atmosphere where everything came easily gave birth to a dangerous belief inside him: that everything he desires already belongs to him. Aarish Ahuja - the man who hides behind calm expressions and practised smiles, using charm as a weapon while concealing intentions far darker beneath the surface. Anyone could fall into the trap of his charisma, but those who truly know him choose to stay away. Holding one of the highest positions in the government of Uttar Pradesh, he alone is enough to make people tremble. No one dares to meet his eyes. No one dares to question him. Until her. The girl who glares back at him without fear. The girl who dares to point fingers at the man the entire world bows before. She knows exactly what she is doing - until fate forces her into a marriage with the very man she vowed to hate. Not just him, but the corrupt system he represents. Her rage toward the government has always been obvious, but somehow, every ounce of that hatred finds its way back to the man sitting on the throne - him. A girl who blooms like flowers in spring and silently prays for every ambulance that passes by. Hatred barely exists inside her heart, and when it does, it is never truly for the person - it is for the ugliness of their mindset. Her soft, delicate heart was never meant to fight against the government. Yet she continues to do everything she is warned not to do. But what happens when hatred slowly begins to feel like love? What happens when two people standing on opposite sides of power start falling for each other? Will it be politics... or love? Because where love ends, politics begins. SIYASAT~



They collided so fiercely that they found themselves bound by the ties of ILLICIT—a bond forbidden by society. From the quiet lanes of a small town to the glittering heights of the city, Anushka Deshmukh has witnessed life at its cruelest. Every twist and turn has left scars, making her question her fate, yet she refuses to surrender. She has learned to survive because there has never been anyone she could truly depend on. On the other side stands Aadhrith Ahuja, the ruthless owner of a multi-billion-dollar empire. Unknowingly, he acquires a piece of land that belongs to someone whose path had already crossed his—someone he never truly noticed. Whiskey runs through his veins, anger burns behind his eyes, yet his heart remains as cold as the glaciers of Antarctica. A father to a four-year-old child, he wants to hate her, but he cannot. Accepting her, however, is a battle he is unwilling to fight. Will their story remain trapped beneath layers of resentment and coldness, or will the forbidden flames of ILLICIT consume them so completely that they are reduced to ashes they never imagined they could become?

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