Ahaan Agniwanshi (26)

The Crowned Storm.

He walks like he owns the earth beneath him—because he practically does. Crowned as the Prince of Jaipur, Ahaan carries royalty like second skin. Silent. Sharp. And devastatingly unforgiving. By day, he’s the COO of Agniwanshi Enterprises, the empire his family controls. By night, he’s a hidden hacker, working with Aayansh's underground mafia network, pulling strings in the shadows.

With midnight black hair, always slightly tousled like he’s too busy breaking hearts to fix it, and baby blue eyes that seem to freeze you in place with their cold intensity, he’s a storm wrapped in human skin. A strong jawline, always locked in concentration, and lips that rarely smile—unless he’s watching someone burn.

He doesn’t speak much. But when he does—it’s venom dipped in velvet.

He’s the boy you write poems about when you’re fifteen.And the man who ruins you when you're twenty-five.

Shivika Yadhuvanshi (22)

The Girl Made of Poetry and Ruin.

Quiet doesn’t mean weak. And Shivika is proof.

With a soft presence that feels like dusk—silent, golden, and just a little heartbreaking—Shivika is the kind of girl who carries her pain in silence and her strength in sacrifice. A hidden author, her words never see the light of day, and her heart hides behind pages. By day, she’s a student, pursuing her degree in literature, but by night, she weaves stories that are meant for no one but herself.

She has long, ink-black waves that cascade down her back, always slightly messy like her mind’s too full of stories. Her most striking feature? Her honey-brown eyes, warm like caramel but with an intensity that hints at the storms she’s been through—beautiful, unpredictable, and impossible to forget.

She doesn’t scream to be heard.

She whispers—and the world listens.

She’s the girl who gave up everything for love.And now, she’s learning how to take it all back.

Ahaan x Shivika

His Ruin × Her Mercy

They were never meant to be soft.

They were fire and ash. Gunshots and poetry.

Pain stitched to passion, stitched to promises they never made out loud.

He was the chaos she never asked for,

And she… she was the calm he didn’t know he craved.

He married her to destroy her.

She loved him enough to survive it.

Together, they weren’t love.

They were war.

But in that war, she became the only peace he ever knew— And he became the destruction she couldn’t unlove.

One was fire.

The other—was the burn.