Alessia had rules. She didn't do drama, didn't take nonsense from any man. Until him. For Cassian, she broke every one. A cliché, impossible mother in law? She handled it. Missed dinners because of work? She served herself double and waited anyway. Too tired to spend time together? She embraced the quiet hours alone. She forgot her limits, abandoned her rules. All for him. Until her. The one rule she couldn't break, the limit she couldn't cross. She saw him with her. Broken, she left and whispered a wish she never thought would come true: that she had never met him. The wish was granted. Alessia woke up and didn't remember him. But now Cassian is the one waiting. Running against time to be near her. Chasing every moment, following every rule, just so she might remember him again. And if she can't... Can he remember it all for both of them? © IcecreamSundae5. All rights reserved.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - Desi punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

[ONGOING] ·ㅤ· ⏤ DARK ROMANCE ❛ ❛I had you and claimed every little part of you, buttercup. Even if we're miles apart right now, this doesn't change the fact that you're still mine. And I'll burn down the whole world if that's what it'll take to make you rule my world again. To be the Lilith to this Lucifer. .❜ ❜ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ❪After a devastating separation of Jeon Jeongguk, the Don of the country, and Y/N, who was only supposed to be his sex slave, the story is moving towards the desperation of wants and needs. A story where the past will unveil its secrets, love will cross the limit of obsession and villains will knock the door of the new forming relationships. Get ready for a bumpy ride where romance will be darker, needs will be nastier, and wants will leave you nothing but with lingering taste of love.❫ Read trigger warnings before proceeding.

"Mujhe marna manzoor hai, Ranvijay Thakur... par tumse shaadi kabhi nahi." - Vamika Chauhan, said in a cold yet trembling voice, her jaw clenched and eyes burning with restrained fury. "Poora UP band karwa do aaj raat 12 baje se pehle Vamika Chauhan ki doli uth kar rahegi." - Ranvijay Thakur, said in a dangerously calm tone, his gaze icy and fixed, fingers gripping the table as his authority crackled in the air. Ranvijay Thakur, 29 - Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh & President of Thakur & Co. Cold, commanding and unreadable to the world - Protective, emotional and fiercely loyal only for his family. A man who rules by day... and controls the shadows by night. Vamika Chauhan, 24 - Criminal lawyer & owner of her law firm. Calm, sharp and bold - with rare blue eyes. Soft for her family, fearless in court, unbreakable in spirit. When law meets power... destiny stops asking permission.

After a traumatic first marriage left her body bruised and her mind in pieces, Maithili has built a world of silence. Isolated in her village, she avoids mirrors, voices, even her own name - afraid that one wrong move will make the pain return. When her worried parents consult an astrologer, they are told a second marriage might be her only path out of the shadows. Neil Chaudhary isn't looking for love. He's not against marriage - just never in a hurry for it. When he agrees to marry Maithili, he expects nothing more than civility and space. What he finds instead is a girl who flinches when he speaks too loud. A wife who won't say his name. And a story written in silence that pulls him in, piece by piece. As Maithili learns to breathe again, Neil learns what it means to wait for someone - and love, the kind that heals without hurting, begins to take shape. But can love truly heal the scars of the past, or is it simply a quiet way to survive? Tropes: Second chances • Traumatized FL • Green Forest ML • Past trauma • Arranged Marriage • City ML x Village FL 🏅#3 in wattpadindia 🏅#1 in greenflag 🏅#1 in healing

He is power. She is pain. ✨Aarav Singh Rathore - a ruthless billionaire CEO, cold-hearted, arrogant, and feared by the world. To everyone, he is success personified. To his family, he is a fiercely protective son, brother, and grandson. And in the shadows, he is something far more dangerous - a hidden mafia king who rules silently and saves lives without taking credit. ✨Kiara Sharma - innocent, soft-spoken, and broken. After losing her parents in a tragic accident, she is forced to live with relatives who treat her like a burden, not family. Bruised by the past, she survives by remembering her parents and dreaming of a life where love doesn't hurt. When fate ties them together in an arranged marriage, two opposite worlds collide. A cold husband with a dangerous secret. A wounded wife learning how to breathe again. What begins as a marriage of convenience slowly turns into something deeper - stolen glances, quiet protection, late-night conversations, family chaos, sibling pranks, wedding madness, and a joint family filled with laughter and love. But love is never easy when enemies lurk in the shadows. As Aarav's obsession to protect Kiara grows, danger follows. Secrets come out. Blood is spilled. And when Kiara's life is put at risk, Aarav must choose between the empire he built and the woman who owns his heart. From slow-burn romance to possessive love, from family drama to mafia wars, from pain to healing, this is a story of a girl who learns to love again and a man who becomes soft only for her. Will love survive when darkness comes for them? Or will the mafia king lose the one thing he never knew he needed? 💍❤️🖤

They performed her last rites. While she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns - not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies - they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal - but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

Yuvraj Singh Yadhuvanshi is a strikingly handsome yet ruthless mafia king, a billionaire whose life is steeped in darkness and intimidation. He revels in the thrill of the chase, pursuing his enemies with a sadistic pleasure, torturing them until they beg for death. To him, love is a futile distraction-a weakness that can destroy a person from within. He believes that he can achieve his desires by any means necessary, viewing emotions as impediments to power. But when he lays eyes on Ishita Singhania, a sweet, innocent, and bubbly young woman who embodies everything he despises, his world begins to unravel. In an instant, she becomes his obsession, and he is determined to possess her at any cost. Ishita Singhania is a hopeful romantic, a dreamer who believes in the profound strength of love. To her, love is a beacon that empowers her to face life's challenges, a promise that one day she will find someone to protect her-a shield against the world's cruelties. Yet, her once-innocent perspective is shattered by harsh realities. "Ishita reflects, "The word 'love' sounds enchanting in fiction, but in reality, it is a mere illusion. Only devils inhabit this world, ready to haunt, chase, and shatter you into a million pieces." What tragic event led to her disillusionment? What forces conspired to transform her belief in love into a haunting memory? As fate intertwines their lives, Yuvraj and Ishita are drawn together by a shared past that neither fully understands. When the truth of their intertwined histories is unveiled, will they confront the demons that bind them? Will they embrace the fate that draws them together, or will the shadows of their past tear them apart? In this thrilling tale of love, obsession, and redemption, the boundaries between right and wrong blur. It reveals that even in the darkest hearts, the possibility of love can linger-waiting for the right moment to ignite and either save or consume them both.

The cold press of steel against her forehead was nothing compared to the fire blazing in his eyes. His fingers, calloused and commanding, dug into her waist as though she might vanish if he loosened his grip. Her breath came out in ragged, uneven bursts, but her chin lifted, trembling yet defiant, meeting the monster in front of her head-on. The gun didn't waver, but his eyes did. "Kill me.," she whispered, her voice breaking like glass. Her plea was not born of weakness but of exhaustion - a soul battered too long by a storm she never chose. Tears clung stubbornly to her lashes but didn't fall. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. For a heartbeat, silence pulsed between them, louder than any gunshot. His thumb brushed against her skin - not gently, but like a warning, a claim. The metal against her forehead was ice; his palm at her waist burned. She closed her eyes, almost welcoming the darkness she thought would follow. But nothing came. No shot. No release. Only his ragged breath, heavy with something she couldn't name. "Say it again," he growled, voice low, dangerous, and rough. Her eyes snapped open, tears flowing like a free river through her eyes, and for the first time she saw it - the crack in his armor. He hated her for asking, hated himself for hesitating. "I said KILL ME. PLEASE just do it," she repeated, louder this time, as though her words could pierce through whatever war was raging inside him. "I-I can't go through this anyy-m-more." And for the first time in his life, the man who never blinked at blood, at screams, at endings, faltered. His finger tightened on the trigger. His grip on her waist tightened too. The world narrowed down to this moment - predator and prey, sin and innocence, violence and something dangerously close to longing.