Highly mature content A game of revenge, love, hatred and manipulation. #1 in desi love #1 in lonely #1 in adult-content

WARDA AHSAN AGE - 19 DAVYAN ZAFAR KHAN AGE -25

A bunch of cheesy, desi, short cute love stories and one-shots. Some maybe intense, some maybe filled with fun but one thing is common, and that is Romance... Overall just the perfect way to pass your time with maybe some good laughs or maybe tears. Are we forgetting butterflies and blushing? We better not! {Translations available except for a few} 1 •|Hamraahi|• [Completed].✓ 2 •|Doctor in love|• [One-shot] ✓ 3 •|Ushshaaq|• [Completed] ✓ 4 •|Ehsaas-e-ulfat|• [Completed]✓ 5 •|We once loved|• [One-shot] ✓ 6 •|Sayonee|• [Completed]✓ 7 •|A drive to your heart|•[Completed]✓ 8 •|Ahl-e-dil|•~[Completed]✓ 9 •|Ishqiya|• [Completed]✓ 10 •|her heartbeat|• [completed]✓ 11 •|Qureshi's last|• [one-shot]✓ 12 •|Tere liye|• [completed]✓ 13 •|Pas-e-parda|• [completed]✓ *Peek in the Content for details* *************

He's the heir to an empire. She's the quiet girl no one expected him to choose. Devank Mehra doesn't talk more than he needs to. Vani doesn't talk at all unless she has to. When an old family promise ties them together in an arranged marriage neither of them asked for, silence becomes their common language. But he watches everything. And she notices too much. In a world of expectations, power, and controlled emotions - something soft begins to unfold. This isn't love at first sight. It's a story of stolen glances, unspoken tension, and the slow unraveling of two people who were never meant to fall... but do anyway. 💍 An age-gap, slow-burn arranged marriage romance. 🥀 Where silence is not the absence of love... but the beginning of it. #romance #romanticfiction #lovestory #indianromance #fiction #love #romancewriter #arrangedmarriage #slowburn #agegapromance #dominantmalelead #shyfemalelead #silentlove #tension #emotionalromance #softgirl #slowburnromance #wattpad #wattpadindia #wattpadwriter #indianwriter #writersofwattpad #wattpadstory #wattpadromance #newonwattpad #readonwattpad

In which a Nawab is torn between love and enmity, and the daughter of his enemy-swept in a web of deceit amidst a blood feud-is trapped by his desire for revenge and lured by his grey eyes. ❝ You have two options: be killed as retribution or be tied to me forever. ❞ A blood feud. Two souls. Intertwined fates. Two families engulfed in darkness, money and greed. A quest for power can lead to ruination. To fall in love is to be led astray. Mehrzads were one of the most influential family in the country, and in Dashkor, they were royals. When the sister of the Mehrzad Nawab is attacked by a Bakhtiar, one of their rivals, all hell breaks loose. The Nawab of Dashkor, Faris Mehrzad Shah, seeking vengeance, is prepared to cross any limits. Ghazal Bakhtiar has led a quiet, some would argue, sheltered life. Having a younger brother destined to follow the path of her father, and being the younger, second daughter, she lives in the world of her own ambitions, away from political intrigues and family drama. While her father tries to build an empire, she wants to escape away from her family and chase her own dreams. But for her family, she is too pure, too naive for the cruel world. She has always believed her parents are wrong, and longed for freedom, until one fateful day changes it all. Caught in the crossfire, she soon finds out just how cruel the world can be when she lands in the arms of cruelty personified, that is, the notorious Nawab himself. Will the strings that have bonded them together be colored with more blood or love?

She grew up hearing one thing only- "He is your husband. Serve him. Respect him." At just seventeen, Ayat Raees is the fragile flower of the haveli, too innocent to understand love, yet bound by a nikah that was written in her childhood. And then there's him- Wali Raees. Thirty years old. Cold. Untouchable. The man who carries the entire Raees legacy on his shoulders. To the world, he is ruthless and dominant. To her, he is a stranger who makes her heart race with both fear and longing. He never asked for her. Yet he will never let her go. Because in his world, Ayat has always been his-by name, by blood, by fate. But when innocence collides with dominance, when fear begins to twist into forbidden desire... will the fragile bride survive the storm of the man called Wali Raees?

Pakistani Story Nawal Farooq is a timid village girl who loved her simple life in the fields. When she is forced to marry Yusuf Malik, she has no choice but to make this marriage work so she, patiently, waits for her husband to accept her as his wife despite how much her heart breaks from his indifference towards her.

He chose her from the shadows. Now, she must survive the spotlight. Aarohi Mehra was raised to stay quiet, to obey, to never step into the line of fire that came with power and legacy. She was just another name in a forgotten proposal-until Rishab Rathore, heir to the Rathore empire, handpicked her as his bride. His decision wasn't about love-it was about control, revenge, and the perfect pawn in a decades-old family feud. Thrust into a gilded cage where every move is watched and every silence is expected, Aarohi must learn to survive a world built on manipulation and secrets. But as the walls close in and the man she married reveals both cruelty and vulnerability, Aarohi begins to question everything-including herself. In a marriage where love is a lie and rebellion could cost her everything, Aarohi must decide: stay silent and fade away, or risk it all to reclaim her voice. A dark arranged marriage romance where power meets defiance, and survival demands more than obedience-it demands fire.

Rooh Mehra has always lived her life by the rules - the obedient daughter of a middle-class, orthodox family. Sweet, naïve, yet quietly fierce, she believes love and marriage should be built on trust. But destiny has other plans. When her innocence is trapped in a scandal on the eve of Neel Rathore's wedding - a man she barely knows, yet shares distant blood with - her world shatters. Overnight, she's thrust into the role of his wife, not out of love, but out of compulsion. Neel, the cold and arrogant heir to a powerful business empire, never wanted this marriage. His heart belonged elsewhere, his life mapped out. To him, Rooh is nothing but a mistake... a reminder of betrayal he can't forgive. But how long can obedience silence her voice? How long before pride turns into passion, and strangers chained by fate discover a desire neither of them can deny? ✨ A tale of forced marriage, betrayal, family honor, and the slow burn of love that sparks in the ashes of hatred.

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"