"𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕...," 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. "𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆..." 🔞

Adikrit Raichand 🌵 Successful, charming, disciplined, and the senior every student admired. A university topper, sports captain, and the heartthrob of the campus. He secretly fell for his junior before leaving abroad for higher studies, but never got the chance to confess. Ira Arora 🪻 A café owner who finds comfort in books, tea, and freshly baked cookies. She has built a peaceful life with her own hands. Kind-hearted, graceful, and quietly ambitious. She had an innocent crush on someone during college but assumed someone like him would never notice her. Some love stories don't begin with a confession-they begin with fate. Seven years ago, Adikrit Raichand left India to pursue his dreams overseas, carrying an unspoken crush for his college junior, Ira Arora. By the time he found the courage to confess, she had already become a chapter he believed he'd never get to rewrite. Years later, destiny brings them together in the most unexpected way. What was once an unfinished college crush becomes an arranged marriage... proving that sometimes, fate gives love a second chance. "He lost his chance once. This time, destiny arranged another."

🥀 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 🦋 "In the game of power, love is the deadliest trap." ◍ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 This is a tale where every limit of friendship is crossed and every boundary of love is rewritten. It is the story of a boy who will teach her how to fall... and a girl who will show her own soul what it means to be worthy. One will make you fall in love. The other will make you realize your self-worth. ✨💗 ◍ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⚔️ 𝐇𝐄 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐛ENDING 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐑 He is the king of his own world. Cold, rude, and a workaholic whose heart is made of stone until it beats for her. To the world, he is a storm; to her, he is utterly helpless. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 Born a Princess, but crowned a Queen by her family. She is cryptic, a sensible soul with the temper of an Angry Bird and a heart shielded by iron walls. Protective, fierce, and beautiful-but she has one rule: She does not trust a man. ◍ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 🗝️ The Past: A chain that refuses to break. The Trust: A glass mirror already shattered. The Question: Will they overcome the shadows of their history, or will they remain prisoners of their own secrets? Will he be the one to heal her trust, or will the past burn them both to ashes? ◍ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓: ✨ Intense Romance | 🤝 Limitless Friendship | 🩸 Deep Secrets | 🦋 Self-Discovery

So yes-another royal novel on Wattpad. But not that kind. The male lead is a king, but there's no mafia nonsense here. He's not going to shoot every man who looks at his wife. He understands that a woman can have male friends, that a handshake isn't a threat, and that not every man who speaks to the female lead is evil. Mostly because he knows something very important. She doesn't need saving. She is more than capable of breaking bones if someone touches her inappropriately, poking eyes if someone looks at her the wrong way, and knocking out teeth if someone dares to disrespect her. The female lead is not your typical Sati-Savitri, Sarvagun-Sampann heroine. Okay-she is. But she's also a bad bitch. A modern woman with ambition, power, and dreams bigger than palaces. The characters in this story are kaleshi, not toxic. And yes-there is a difference. There may not be clear villains here. And even if there are, remember this: Every villain is a victim of something too. This is a story of royalty without glorifying control. Power without erasing softness. An arranged marriage that turns into love-slowly, painfully, beautifully. Desi. Royal. Emotional. And unapologetically different. --- 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘 | ʀᴏyᴀʟ ᴋɪɴɢ x ʀᴏyᴀʟ ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ | ᴄᴇᴏ/ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴜᴅᴀɪᴩᴜʀ x ᴄᴇᴏ/ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴊᴀɪᴩᴜʀ/ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴩᴀᴅ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ | ᴋᴀʟᴇꜱʜɪ ᴍʟ x ꜱᴀꜱꜱy ꜰʟ | ᴄᴀʟᴍ x ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ | ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ x ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ | ʀɪᴠᴀʟ'ꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ x ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ | ᴅᴇꜱɪ x ᴅᴇꜱi | ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜰᴀʟʟ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇꜱᴛ | ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ | ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ | ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ | ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ #top3

𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑹𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝑿 𝑲𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 { under major editing } Vengeance was never meant to become love. It was supposed to be fire, destructive, consuming, final. He burned in it, fed it, let revenge carve a throne inside his chest. She, meanwhile, was healing, quietly and painfully, learning who she was when the lies were stripped away. Because what could be crueler than realizing your entire life was a performance? That the name you answered to, the home you trusted, the love you believed in, all of it was a facade. And now you are left with the most terrifying question of all. Who am I, if everything I was taught to be was a lie? Somewhere between his rage and her rebirth, revenge lost its edge. It twisted. It lingered. It stared back at him with her face. And healing stopped being gentle. It turned sharp and addictive, because knowing him felt like knowing the truth, even if that truth was poisonous. They did not fall in love. They fell into each other, into a dark, suffocating obsession where pain felt familiar and destruction felt like home. He wanted to ruin her. She wanted to find herself. Instead, they found something far more dangerous. A love born from ashes, obsession stitched together with revenge, and a bond so dark neither of them wanted to escape it. ⸸ "Get out of my house. The divorce papers arrive at dawn." Love didn't break. It was executed in silence. ⋆♱- "It hurts right here," he murmured, "amore, aur kitna tarpaogi?" His arms opened like a plea, fingers trembling over the ruins of the place she once lived-his heart, now homeless. ⋆♱- "You'll not touch me." "I won't," he whispered. "And that's the cruelty of it, amore." He dropped to his knees, desire caged, pride stripped bare, his head bowed at her feet, where love ended and obsession began.

He never forgot her name. Not once. Not in nine years. Not through the blood and the power and the silence. Not ever. Viransh Singhania is the kind of man who doesn't love halfway. Who doesn't want halfway. Who looked at a girl once really looked - and decided, quietly, irreversibly, that there would never be anyone else. And there wasn't. Nine years. An ocean between them. An empire built with bloodied hands and an aching heart. And through all of it - her. Always her. Like a religion he never chose but could never abandon. Like a wound that never healed because somewhere, deep down, he never wanted it to. She is his ruin. His salvation. The only thing in a world full of power that ever made him feel powerless. And he would do it all again - every sin, every scar, every sleepless night - just to end up exactly here. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── A desi dark romance. 18+ for mature themes, age gap, and adult content.

Souls who never imagined they would be united one day. Souls who never imagined that one would heal wounds they never caused, gently kissing the scars left behind, while the other would fall harder with every passing moment. Souls who never imagined that one would love quietly and patiently, while the other would finally gather the courage to share the pain they had carried alone. Souls who never imagined that one would fall in love at first sight, while the other would slowly learn how to give their heart again. Souls who never imagined that one would stand against the world and say "you are enough" while the other would love them as naturally as breathing. This is a journey of family, friendships, healing, sacrifice, respect, silent glances, patience, and a love that begins like a spark and grows into something eternal. It is the story of two souls destined to find each other, proving that when love is arranged by the Deity, it can become truly immense when two hearts choose to walk through life together. Started: 1 August 2024 Ended:

"So... I failed," I whispered. He laughed softly. "Princess, you scored 88%. That's huge." "I worked so hard," my voice broke. "For Baba... and for you." He cupped my face gently. "And we are PROUD of you," he said firmly. "Percentages don't define you. Your effort does." Tears spilled. "But... your kiss," I sobbed. "I wanted it so badly." He sighed, amused and soft at the same time, then sat on the bed and curly his finger to call me towards him, "Come here." Make me stand in front of him. "You studied for a kiss?" he teased. I nodded miserably. He laughed. "You're unbelievable." I sniffed. "You're mean." He wiped my tears with his thumb. "My bad luck! Hump ! Let go," I wip my nose with my hoodie sleeve "my ice cream must be waiting," I say while pouting makes him chuckled. I was just about to pull away when I felt something warm and soft press against my lips, making me freeze. My breath hitched as I realized-Amar had just kissed me. "𝐀𝐛 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐲𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐞, 𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐞?"😉 "𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟏 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫-𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦."

At eleven Saanvi Malhotra fell for her brother's best friend What started as a childish crush slowly turned into something deeper something she never let go of Years later she meets him again Akshat Agnihotri Only this time he isn't just a memory he's her professor Cold Distant Untouchable But Saanvi doesn't stop She chases him Leaves him notes Gifts Feelings he never asked for To her it was love To him it was nothing Until one day she confesses in front of everyone And he rejects her Harshly I never loved you That day breaks something inside her Now she's no longer the girl who chased him And when their paths cross again things aren't the same anymore She once ran after him Now he might be the one chasing her But some wounds don't heal no matter how late the apology comes Tropes:- Childhood Crush Brother's Best Friend Professor × Student Age Gap Romance Obsessive Love One-Sided Love Public Confession Harsh Rejection Heartbreak & Regret Cold Male Lead Strong Female Lead Slow Burn Painful Reunion

{CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE} Reet Raizaada Her father was known as 'The Rough Jabber' in his time. And now, she dreams to carry on this legacy forward in her own way. It was a dream that seemed very achievable to her because she had seen this world up close since she was 4. Now, at the age of 25, that world is not close to her anymore. Rather, she stands in it, living it. Vaastav Malik No one knows where he comes from or what his lineage is. It is rare for him to step out of his shadows, and the reason behind it must be solid. At the age of 30, he is well equipped, well trained for the purpose he was raised for. His flaws? Many, but that one quality of being loyal to his resolution overshadows the rest. It is a love that is forbidden, an attraction that feels like a sin, a tension that burns even when they are standing miles away. He knew he couldn't fall. It had been decided already. She knew nothing else mattered. It was her and her dream. But what happens when what we know and what we feel begin to contradict?