EKLAVYA CHAUHAN
Power doesn't always roar —
sometimes it breathes quietly in the dark,
waiting for the world to kneel.
Eklavya Chauhan was born to command — a legacy forged in fear, loyalty, and blood.
In Aaryavarta, he didn't ask for power.
Power was him.
Cold-blooded. Calculated. A king without a crown, a law without scripture.
His hands bore the weight of choices others would never dare to make.
Justice and ruin, both shaped his touch.
And then came Anantara —
softness he should never have touched, purity he should have walked away from.
But men like him don't walk away.
They claim.
And buried beneath the armor of control, a confession whispered from the darkest corners of his soul
"तुझे छू लूं तो कुछ मुझे हो जाएगा
जो मैं चाहता न हो मुझको "
Loving her could destroy him.
Not loving her already was.
Some men protect love.
He was born to possess it —
even if it meant rewriting her truth, her memories, her entire world.
ANANTARA CHAUDHARY
She was born in a world that mistook gentleness for fragility —
so she learned how to hold oceans behind quiet eyes.
Anantara Chaudhary — Anu to the ones she loved — grew up wrapped in warmth. In a small town of Aaryavarta, where dreams for girls were stitched smaller than the sky, she dared to dream bigger anyway.
With softness that felt like rebellion and eyes shimmering with untamed curiosity, she stepped into the city — hopeful, fearless, believing the world would unfold kindly if she just kept believing in it.
But fate doesn't admire innocence — it tests it.
And when destiny led her toward a name whispered like both warning and worship — Eklavya Chauhan — her heart trembled with a strange truth
"तुझे मिल के ये दिल मेरा बह जाएगा
इसी बात का डर है मुझको"
What happens when the heart recognises danger —
yet still leans toward the flame?
Some girls are meant to bloom freely.
Some are meant to bloom inside storm-built cages.
And Anantara's story is the delicate tragedy of a girl promised the world —
only to realise someone else already owned her fate
✧ The Tale ✧
She carries dreams in her palms.
He carries blood in his destiny.
She fears losing herself in love.
He fears finding himself in hers.
Two souls — not destined, but collided.
And in their collision lives a story not of butterflies
but obsessions, shadows, and a love so consuming it terrifies itself.
के हो ना जाए प्यार तुमसे मुझे
कर देगा बर्बाद इश्क़ मुझे
हो ना जाए प्यार तुमसे मुझे
बेहद बेशुमार तुमसे, तुमसे
This is Anantara.
Where love is not a blessing
it is a curse wrapped in devotion
🌙 Before You Step Into Their World
Take a breath, reader.
Because from here onward
you're not just reading a story.
You're about to enter someone's fate.
Here, love doesn't knock softly
it arrives like a storm,
shakes, destroys, mends,
and stays.
And you?
You're not just a reader anymore.
Aaj se tum bhi iss kahaani ka hissa ho.
So sit with your chai,
hold your sanity tight,
and prepare your heart —
kyunki...
kabhi-kabhi pyaar dua ban jata hai,
aur kabhi saza.
Welcome to their world
A world where
ishq likha nahi jata... jeeya jata hai.
Turn the page.
Pain bhi hoga, pyaar bhi.
Par trust me — worth it hoga. 🌒✨
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