AR_B20

Sonakshi, a powerful and ambitious businesswoman, has always been in control of her life. But everything changes when Aryan, a charming yet mysterious man, enters her world. What starts as a seemingly perfect romance soon turns into a dangerous game of deception, power, and hidden motives.  

Aryan, unknowingly being used as a pawn by a sinister third party, gets entangled in a web of manipulation. But Sonakshi, sharp and calculative, soon uncovers the truth—Aryan is not acting on his own. Instead of confronting him, she decides to play along, setting a trap of her own. The game is on, and Sonakshi is determined to emerge victorious.  

The scandal of their intimate photos being leaked forces their families into a heated confrontation. While Aryan's conservative family demands marriage as the only solution, Sonakshi's father refuses to pressure his daughter into anything against her will. Amidst the chaos, Aryan realizes his genuine love for Sonakshi and publicly declares that he needs her—not out of obligation, but because she completes him. He proposes, but Sonakshi, ever strategic, asks for time to decide.  

As twists and turns unfold, Sonakshi remains steps ahead, carefully plotting her next move. With secrets unraveling and new enemies emerging, the battle is no longer just about love—it’s about control, power, and revenge.  

In When He Came, love is not just about emotions; it’s about strategy. Will Sonakshi accept Aryan’s love, or will she use him to take down the real mastermind pulling the strings? In this high-stakes game, who will win, and who will lose everything?

When He Came

I woke up the next morning nestled in Aryan's arms. His hold on me was firm, as if refusing to let the night end.

"Sleep a little more," he whispered groggily.

"I can't," I said, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. "I have tons of work. Let me go."

But Aryan only pulled me closer, his warmth anchoring me.

I sighed, kissed him softly, and murmured, "Aryan, it's already late. I have to join work today—my first day back."

He grinned mischievously, wrapped his arm tighter around my waist, and shifted into a more comfortable position.

Suddenly, he grabbed my collar playfully and said, "I don't want to let you go."

I laughed, giving in for a moment. "Fine, one last kiss. Then I have to leave."

I kissed him quickly, barely catching my breath before I added, "Aryan, now seriously! I have a pile of pending work waiting for me."

I kissed him one more time and slid out of bed, heading towards the washroom.

That's when my eyes landed on something unusual—a photo frame on a side table I hadn't noticed before. It was Aryan with a woman I didn't recognize. There was something unsettling yet strangely familiar about her.

Just as I stood there staring, Aryan came up behind me and started kissing my neck, making me flinch slightly.

"Who is she, Aryan?" I asked, pointing at the photo.

He paused for a moment, then said casually, "She was one of my best friends. She gave me that photo years ago."

Though I tried to brush off any suspicion, there was a nagging feeling inside me. The woman's face…it reminded me of someone I couldn't quite place.

Aryan noticed the tension in my expression. "Why do you look so serious?" he asked softly.

"I don't know… it feels like I've seen this girl somewhere before," I admitted, eyes still on the photo.

Aryan chuckled, trying to diffuse the moment. "Relax, okay? Believe me, there was nothing between us."

I placed my hand on his, "Aryan, I'm not doubting you. It's just… this photo feels too familiar, like I know her."

He smiled, pulling me gently towards him. "Just take a chill pill. You have to get ready. Or…" his tone turned teasing, "should I help you in the shower?"

I smirked, "No thanks, Mr. Trouble. I can manage."

With that, I went into the washroom, but even as the water cascaded over me, my mind remained fixated on that photo—and the mysterious girl who seemed to hold a secret from my past.

Picture of Secrets