Radhe Radhe ! Jai Mata Di !

Please don't be too quick to judge and give this story a little time, trust me, you will never regret it.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️

This story contains themes of trauma, harassment, violence, panic attacks, grief, loss, emotional abuse, unhealthy family dynamics, murder, and other sensitive topics.

Some scenes may be uncomfortable or triggering for certain readers.

Reader discretion is advised.

Please read responsibly and take care of yourself first. 💗

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This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, events, places, or other stories is purely a coincidence.

Thank you for respecting the effort, imagination, and countless hours that went into creating this world.

Enjoy the journey, and happy reading! 💗

“Tell me… what do you think love is? Late-night conversations? Gifts? Touch? Kisses?”

I shook my head slowly.

“Love is care. Understanding. Respect. Actions without expectations.”

“Love is choosing myself over anything and everything because I know no one else will.”

“And love…” A small smile appeared on my lips.

“It's my devotion. My belief in my Mata Durga.”

“Love is a choice. A priority. Something that doesn’t change overnight.”

My eyes lowered for a second.

“But how would I know?”

“No one ever cared enough to be afraid of losing me.”

Dear readers,

If you are here looking for mindless spice and cliché romance, then it's better to back off.

Because Randhawa’s Sweetheart is not just a love story.

It’s about losing your belief in love… and then finding a reason to believe in it again.

It’s mystery. It’s trauma. It’s betrayal and trust.

It’s the kind of darkest secrets that can destroy families forever.

It’s blood-stained hands carrying sins they can never wash away.

It’s about surviving, breaking, healing, and standing up again, even when life gives you every reason not to.

It’s about losing everything… and somehow finding a home again.

This is a multi-couple and multi-trope story.

You’ll find intense enemies to lovers, soft friends to lovers, hate at first sight, and maybe even love at first sight.

But in this universe, love never comes without pain.

And trust always comes after doubt.

So if you decide to enter this world, enter carefully.

Because once you step into the Randhawa universe, there’s no going back.

✨And a little important note from your dear author —

If you expect this story to follow basic traditions and the typical Wattpad formula… then no, it won’t.

I became an author to give my thoughts a place to exist.

The deepest and darkest ones.

Maybe this story isn’t about love at all.

Maybe it’s about how everyone smiling isn’t truly happy after all.

Maybe it’s about survival.

Maybe it’s about revenge.

Maybe it’s about how some scars never really leave.

And maybe… just maybe… not every person who kills is completely wrong.

If you expect my women leads to be miserable, weak, vulnerable, or dependent on their husbands, there ain’t no way that’s happening.

They had the most traumatic pasts. Life gave them the worst possible situations someone could ever imagine.

Yet none of it could defeat them.

None of it could make them give up.

They lead.

They stand proud and tall.

They fight back.

And they make their own path.

Because there’s one simple rule in this universe —

Queens don’t bow their heads for anyone.

Yes, the men will raise your standards.

But the women?

They’ll break the bar.

And if you’re wondering about the playlists for this universe…

Yes, they exist 😭

I’ve made two playlists till now —

Randhawa’s Sweetheart and Chatpati Saheliyaan.

Both of them are still ongoing because I keep adding songs and building the vibe slowly, but if you want to imagine the characters and feel the emotions the way I do while writing them, then go ahead and give them a try.

Both playlists are public on Spotify 💗

SPOILER

Anvika flinched slightly as the man’s gaze lingered on her a second too long.

The man smirked shamelessly, looking at her like she was nothing more than an object.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Excuse me, mister,” she said coldly. “Do you want me to show you the way out?”

“Oh, of course, sweetheart,” he replied with a grin. “As long as you’re coming with me.”

Something shifted in her expression.

“I can drop you at the police station,” she said calmly, “or under Section 354A of the IPC for harassment and invasion of personal space, straight to the mental ward. Your choice.”

Before anyone could react, his hand grabbed her waist.

Big mistake.

Kiaan and Vihaan exchanged glances from a distance, instincts kicking in immediately, but before either of them could step forward—

Anvika moved first.

A sharp gasp escaped the crowd as the man stumbled to his knees in pain within seconds, restrained so effortlessly that it almost looked practiced.

Reyaan smirked proudly while Kavya folded her arms, completely unbothered.

“That’s my girl,” Reyaan muttered under his breath.

“Guard uncle,” Anvika spoke calmly, fixing the fallen man with a cold stare, “is aadmi ko le jaaiye. Iski aukaat aur soch dono yaha rehne ke layak nahi hai.”

Kavya sighed dramatically. “Haan uncle, jaldi le jaaiye. Iske pehle iska mood aur kharab ho jaye.”

The guests stared in silence as the guards dragged him away.

Anvika crouched slightly in front of him, her voice controlled, but sharp enough to sting.

“Always remember something, Mr. Mental,” she said quietly. “A girl is never weak. And she is definitely not public property.”

She straightened her dress calmly, as if nothing had happened.

“And before thinking about a girl that way again,” she added, “remember the name, Anvika Mehra.”

Vihaan and Kiaan exchanged another glance.

Because, for the first time, they realized that strength and fear could exist within the same person.

Anvika turned away, slipping back into the perfect daughter mask like the entire scene never happened.

She looked at Reyaan and Kavya.

“Let’s go,” she said softly. “I still have Mumma’s kalire.”

Hope it was enough to convince you to read this story

Note:

This story is a slow burn.

The first 5–6 chapters mainly focus on establishing the emotional and social identity of the characters, helping you understand who they are as individuals and why they make the choices they do.

The major conflicts, mysteries, and plot twists come later, but these introductory chapters are an important part of the journey.

Thank you for being patient with the story and the characters. 💗

I hope you fall in love with this universe as much as I did while creating it.

Welcome to the Randhawa universe. 💗

LOVE YOU ALL 💖