WildHeartBeats

  A Different Kind of Yes Aditi was a simple girl from a middle-class family. She didn’t believe in love or marriage. But she loved her family a lot and could do anything to keep them happy — even get married. So, she said yes when her parents asked if they could start looking for a groom. One by one, she met many boys — seventeen in total. But she didn’t like any of them. They all seemed too proud, fake, or full of themselves. Then came number 18 — Aditya . He was different. He looked simple and sweet. Aditi felt calm while talking to him. So, for the first time, she said yes . But Aditi didn’t know — Aditya was not just anyone. He was a powerful businessman. One of the top 10 in the world. Many girls were ready to do anything to be with him. But Aditya didn’t care. He didn’t want a girl who loved his money. He wanted someone who would love him — for who he really was. That’s why whenever he met a girl, he always told her, “I’m very poor.” And every girl so far had reject...

  Theatre of Hearts “Sometimes, pretending becomes real…” Aditi Sharma had never stepped on a stage in her life. Her hands trembled at the thought of speaking in front of a crowd. But when her professor suggested joining the college drama club to overcome her fear, she reluctantly agreed—telling herself it was just a small role, maybe a tree in the background. Instead, she was cast as the female lead. Opposite Aditya Mehra , the most arrogant, talented, and annoyingly charming actor on campus. "You forgot your cue again," Aditya snapped during rehearsals, tossing the script on the ground. "It’s ‘Say you love me’ , not ‘I think I might’ . Do you even care about this play?" Aditi flushed. "I'm trying! Not everyone was born with a spotlight on them." Aditya rolled his eyes. "Try harder." Despite his cold demeanor, something about him intrigued her. Beneath the sharp tongue and rolled eyes was a passion she couldn’t ignore. On stage, he t...

  Title: Pretend It Never Happened The Past It was the night before graduation. The campus was lit with fairy lights, laughter echoing through the air. Amid celebration, two people hid their chaos behind fake smiles. Aditi and Aditya — batchmates, rivals in class, friends in denial. A single bottle of wine. A rooftop. A truth neither had dared to speak aloud. That night, everything blurred — the stars, the silence, the space between them. And the next morning… he was gone. No note. No explanation. Just a message on her phone. “Let’s pretend it never happened.” The Present Five years later, Aditi walks into Rajvansh Corp for her new role in Corporate Strategy. Her heart nearly stops when she hears the name: Aditya Rajvansh — CEO. She braces herself… but when she enters his office, he looks up from his laptop and says, coolly: “Welcome to the team, Ms. Mehra. Hope you enjoy working here.” No flicker of recognition. No emotion. Not even a crack in his carefull...

  “Recruited by My Ex” – A Short Story The glass door slid open with a quiet hiss. The new hire stood framed against the light, clipboard in hand, her gaze sharp and unreadable. Aditya froze. The name on the onboarding form had struck him like a match: Aditi Mehra . He’d thought it was coincidence. It wasn’t. She stood there— all grown up . Gone was the girl with wide, hopeful eyes and a messy bun who once dreamed beside him in the college library. This woman wore stilettos, a navy-blue formal suit, and a look that could slice through steel. “Mr. Roy?” she said crisply. “HR told me to report directly to you.” He cleared his throat. “Aditi…?” Her lips twitched—was it recognition? A flicker of old hurt? But it passed. “Yes?” she asked, cool as glass. “You... you don’t remember me?” A pause. “Of course I do. You were in my college batch. I also remember you didn’t show up to our last coffee plan… or explain why.” His breath hitched. So she did remember. That final conve...

  💔 The Prince Who Forgot Love 💔 In the golden kingdom of Arawan , where the rivers sang through marble corridors and roses bloomed under moonlight, Princess Aditi of Veloura had married her childhood love— Prince Aditya Arawan , heir to the royal throne. Their marriage was the stuff of legends—two hearts, bound not by duty but deep, soulful love. They would walk hand-in-hand in the palace gardens, read poetry in secret chambers, and dream of a world where love ruled over lineage. But one fateful night, an ambush during a diplomatic journey changed everything. Prince Aditya was found near death—bloodied, unconscious, and far from the caravan. He survived. But his memories didn’t. He remembered his duties, his kingdom, his training—but not Aditi. Not their love. Not the promises whispered under stars. Aditi stood in the grand durbar hall the day he returned, her heart trembling as he walked past her like she was a stranger. No flicker of recognition. No pause. Just a poli...

  Puzzle of Our Past Lives Aditi had always dismissed dreams as meaningless flickers of imagination—until one became too vivid, too frequent, and too painful to ignore. Every night, she saw the same scene: A crumbling palace under a dusky sky. A man in royal attire calling out her name, "Meher..." A sword glinting with betrayal. And her own scream echoing as darkness swallowed her whole. She’d wake up breathless, her heart racing—always with tears she didn’t understand. But in the daylight, she was Dr. Aditi Sharma, a rational historian and visiting professor at a university in Udaipur. She specialized in ancient love legends and folklore. Ironic, given her own love life was a desert. Until the day she was introduced to the university’s new guest lecturer— Professor Aditya Rathore . The moment their eyes met, something shifted . A pull. A recognition. Neither of them could speak for a few seconds. Later that week, during a casual conversation about Indian mytholo...

  The Girl Who Wasn’t Her The rain poured down over Mumbai like a mourning sky. Aditya Mehra stood silently at the cemetery, staring at the grave that read: "Aditi Mehra — Beloved Wife, Forever in Our Hearts" It had been five years. Five years since the car crash that took her away. Five years since the laughter in their home faded into silence. His heart hadn’t healed — just grown numb. But life, cruel and unpredictable, had other plans. One afternoon, at an art gallery he was reluctantly dragged to for a charity event, he saw her . She stood in front of a painting — her long hair cascading down, her fingers absently brushing against her earring — just like Aditi used to. The curve of her smile, the tilt of her head... it was her . Aditya’s breath hitched. His legs moved before his mind could stop him. “ Aditi? ” he whispered. The woman turned slowly, eyes widening at his desperate expression. “I’m sorry… do I know you?” Her voice. Softer, more polite. But the sam...

  The room fell silent. He entered like a storm cloaked in calm— Aditya Malhotra , the investor Aditi had been waiting to meet. She had built her fashion startup from scratch, and now, on the brink of national expansion, she needed funding. But not from him . Her heart raced as his eyes locked onto hers. Sharp. Surprised. Then unreadable. “ Miss Sharma. ” His voice was deep, controlled. “Didn’t expect it to be you.” “I could say the same,” she replied coldly, her fingers tightening around the pen she held. “I don’t mix business with the past.” He sat across from her, placing a file on the table—her proposal. “I didn’t come here for the past. I came here for this.” He tapped the folder. “Your company is brilliant. But let’s not pretend we don’t have unfinished business.” She stood, her voice firm. “The only unfinished business was your betrayal, Aditya.” He blinked, stood too. “Aditi, you believed a lie.” “I saw the photos. You with her, in our home. Don’t play games.” He ...

  Title: The Girl Who Ran Away The sound of shehnai, the shimmer of marigolds, and the heavy scent of roses filled the air. But amidst the festivities, Aditi’s heart pounded not with joy, but terror. Dressed in red and gold, she stood at the edge of the mandap, her eyes darting between the sacred fire and the door. Aditya Rathore, the man she was to marry—a powerful business tycoon, calm, composed, and deeply in love with her—waited with a smile that could melt stone. But Aditi ran. No note. No goodbye. Just a missing bride and a shattered groom. Four Years Later Aditi Sharma walked into Rathore Enterprises as the new senior project manager. She had changed—more confident, sharper, guarded. But nothing prepared her for the man standing at the head of the conference table. Aditya Rathore. He didn’t say a word. His eyes locked onto hers. His jaw clenched. He recognized her instantly. But Aditi didn’t flinch. “Good morning, sir,” she said, pretending she didn’t know him. ...

  “When Autumn Met Spring” Adity Roy Kapoor — a name that echoed power, precision, and perfection in the business world. At just 35, he ruled a multi-billion-dollar empire like a monarch, cold and calculated. Success had taught him everything — except how to love. Enter Sanjana Shekhawat , a free-spirited, passionate landscape artist with a soul full of colors and eyes that could calm storms. She was everything he wasn’t — soft where he was hard, chaos where he was control. Their worlds collided when Adity decided to renovate his countryside villa in Udaipur and hired Sanjana for its gardens — not because he cared for flowers, but because his mother had loved them. At first, their conversations were transactional. “I don’t want unnecessary colors. Keep it classic,” Adity had said. “Nature doesn’t ask your permission before blooming,” she replied with a smirk. Intrigued by her fearless grace, he started spending more time at the villa. Mornings turned into afternoons with ...

  Paris, A Cold October Evening Aditi Sharma stood at the doorstep of her cozy book café near Montmartre, a steaming cup of lavender tea in her hands. The autumn wind rustled the golden leaves across the cobbled street. She felt peaceful—until she saw the envelope. No stamp. No address. Just her name. To Aditi, for your 30th birthday. – Yours, always. Aditya. Her fingers trembled. It wasn’t the first time. For five years, she had received letters like this. Always on her birthday. Always signed "Aditya." But she didn't know any Aditya. Not in this life. The first time it came, she’d laughed, thinking it was a prank. By the third, she started keeping them. By the fourth, she began to dream of a man with stormy eyes and a broken voice. Then they stopped. Two years passed. She had moved on — or so she thought — until today. This letter was different. Inside was a single line: "Midnight is coming. You promised to remember me before then." A Visi...

  "To Be His Wife" Aditi Sharma had always believed in standing tall with grace. For her, marriage wasn't a dream but a responsibility she would take only for her family's happiness. When her parents arranged her match with Aditya Mehra — the reserved, stoic businessman known for his ambition and control — she agreed. Aditya too, scarred from a complicated past relationship, saw marriage as an alliance, not an emotional journey. He agreed for family reputation and societal pressure. Neither expected love. Neither wanted drama. Their engagement was silent. Formal. Devoid of butterflies. But during a private conversation post-rituals, Aditi laid one clear condition: “Agar kabhi kisi aur ladki ke saath dil lagaya... toh na hungama karungi, na chup chap chali jaungi. Main khud apne haathon se tumhari uss ladki se shaadi karwa dungi. Use pata chalna chahiye... tumhari lover banna shayad aasan ho, par tumhari wife banna nahi.” Aditya was stunned. Not by her words, ...

  Chapter 14: Full Circle Six months later. Spring had returned to Delhi. Not just in weather — but in people. In hearts. In lives being rewritten. And in a home once left behind. The large ancestral Khanna house stood still as sunlight poured over its wide marble steps. Flowers had bloomed along the garden borders. A dog barked somewhere in the backyard. Inside, voices and laughter floated. The smell of sandalwood and jasmine lingered through the corridors. Aditi stood in front of the mirror in a soft blush-colored saree — her hair loosely pinned, a small diamond nose pin adorning her left side. Simple. Elegant. Her way. There were no bridal rituals today. No crowds. No camera flashes. Only a quiet gathering in the home they once shared. Their home. A vow renewal, not for society — but for themselves. She looked at her reflection and whispered, “You chose this.” And smiled. In the Living Room – The Quiet Ceremony Aditya stood in a cream kurta, sleeves folded at the...

  Chapter 13: The Choice We Don't See Coming The week rolled on like a quiet tide. Aditi no longer flinched at his messages. No longer avoided his gaze in meetings. She didn’t smile often, but when she did — it was real. Aditya noticed everything. The way she now held conversations without bracing. The way she didn’t close the door behind her when she walked out of a room he was in. The way she answered his calls on the first ring. But he also knew… She was still waiting. For something more. One Rainy Saturday – The Unexpected Envelope It arrived on her doorstep in a simple cream envelope. No branding. No note. No sender name. Just her name in his handwriting. Inside were three things: A photograph of their wedding day — candid, not posed. A moment where she was laughing at something he had whispered, eyes crinkled, head thrown back. A small folded paper — a legal certificate. A handwritten letter. She held her breath as she unfolded it. The Letter – ...

  Chapter 12: The Way Back Two days passed since Aditi discovered the truth. Two days since she told Aditya to win her like a husband. And though she hadn’t expected anything dramatic — no roses, no rooftop proposals — she did expect… something. But Aditya didn’t bombard her with messages. He didn’t send flowers. He didn’t beg or chase. Instead, he showed up. Monday Morning – Office Canteen It was 8:15 AM. Aditi entered the office early, her usual routine of coffee before meetings. But as she stepped into the canteen, she paused. Her usual seat — quiet, cornered, near the window — already had something on it. A fresh cup of her regular: two spoons of milk, no sugar, strong. A sticky note was placed beneath the cup. Thought I’d try earning Day 1. — A She stared at it. She didn’t touch the coffee. Not yet. But her fingers gently slid the note into her notebook before walking away. Tuesday – Late Meeting Wrap-Up It was nearly 8:00 PM when Aditi finally wrapped u...

  Chapter 11: A Marriage Not Quite Over The following days unfolded like slow spring after a long winter. Nothing drastic changed, but the air between Aditi and Aditya softened — from thick frost to something gentler. Warmer. They still kept things professional at work. They didn’t linger. They didn’t joke. They didn’t stare too long. But there was a strange stillness whenever they stood near each other now — the kind that carried questions unspoken, and answers just waiting to surface. And Aditi hated to admit it… But she found herself checking her phone. Hoping it was him. Sometimes, it was. Lunch today? Just as a colleague. The vendor wants feedback — your opinion would help. Don’t forget to eat. He never asked for more. But every message carried something unsaid. Something healing. A Week Later – The Legal Knock It was an ordinary Thursday when Aditi received a call from her family lawyer. She had been at her desk, reviewing the third quarter reports, when her p...

  Chapter 10: Where We Left Off The city welcomed them back not with warmth, but with its usual chaos — honking cars, neon signs, and a crowd that never stopped moving. Delhi hadn’t changed. But something in Aditi had. She noticed it the moment she walked into her office. Her desk, her notes, her rhythm — all the same. But she wasn’t. Aditya was back in his world too — high-rise office, long calls, boardrooms lined with leather chairs. His assistants greeted him like a king returning to his throne. But behind those tinted glass doors, he sat quietly for a long time. The coffee in front of him went cold. His mind was still on Jaipur. Still on her. Two Days Later – The Office Aditi tried her best to slip back into her routine — deadlines, meetings, logistics. But the air felt… heavier now. Every time her phone buzzed, her fingers paused, just in case it was him. It usually wasn’t. And then one morning — it was. Message from Aditya: Meeting at 4 PM. Vendor alignment + l...

  Chapter 9: The Silence After the Storm The morning after his confession dawned with the soft rustle of birds outside the heritage windows of Raj Vilas. Aditi awoke early, eyes open long before her alarm buzzed. The city beyond was bathed in honey gold, but inside her, there was only storm-gray stillness. She hadn’t replied to Aditya’s last message. She hadn’t needed to. Some truths are too heavy to carry into words. As she sipped her coffee on the small stone balcony, she replayed his words from last night over and over: “I didn’t want you to stay out of pity… I thought you’d stay, and I couldn’t bear that.” How absurd. How heartbreakingly Aditya . Even now, after knowing everything, part of her still wanted to be angry. But the larger part of her… just felt tired. So tired of carrying two years’ worth of pain with no name. 9:30 AM – Project Site, Final Inspection The final day in Jaipur had arrived. Vendors walked them through the loaded trucks. The manager spok...