In 1991, when silence was expected from broken women, Chanda chose to walk away. Escaping an abusive marriage should have meant freedom... but her village answered with curses, judgment, and exile. Cast aside by the very people who once called her their own, Chanda believed life had nothing gentle left to offer. Then fate placed her path beside Surya Deshmukh - an IAS officer known for his discipline, but not for the quiet kindness that lived in his heart. In a world that tried to break her, Surya, Her Husband and his parents did something rare: they chose compassion over gossip, dignity over doubt, and love over fear. What begins as shelter slowly becomes healing... and what starts as kindness begins to bloom into a love neither of them expected. But can a woman scarred by the past believe she deserves happiness again? Set in the India of 1991, this is a story of courage, second chances, and a love that rises where the world once tried to bury hope. Sometimes, the bravest thing a woman can do... is begin again. #secondmarriage 2 #marriageofconvenience 3 #2 Romance #1 India #3 Indian #4 India # Marriage #4 Marriage #3 Secondchance #romance 4 #indian 2 #india 1

Mishti Agarwal wasn't looking for love-just a new city, a chaotic hostel life, and the freedom she'd always dreamed of. But Mumbai comes with unexpected detours: intimidating seniors, unspoken rules, and a boy she really wishes she hadn't bumped into. He doesn't flirt. He doesn't smile. And he doesn't care-especially not about juniors like her. But when power meets defiance, and silence meets curiosity, the lines begin to blur. In a college where first impressions last, and names carry weight, Mishti finds herself tangled in a mess she swore she'd never enter. This isn't a love story. It's a collision. And it's only the beginning.

CLICK ME HARDER He ignored her in real life . But online... he moans her name. Aadhya lives for one thing- her sexy, tall neighbor Eshaan. He doesn't even glance at her in the hallway, but every night she watches him, with fingers deep, moaning for a man who doesn't even know her name. So she decides to makes a fake profile. To Talk dirty and to make him beg. He doesn't know the girl he's jerking off to every night... lives right next door. This is lust. This is Obsession. TROPES • Online Love • Mature love • She falls first, he falls Harder • Love at first sight ... This story contains sex scenes and mature language, so proceed further considering all of this as warning is been given. #1 on #hotneighbour #1 on #onlineromance

Female lead Pov .... How does it feel when you're about to marry the person you loved most. Honestly "saatve aasman Mai thi uss din". but ..how is it possible that my life gone smoothly. My love, No Not My love.... My so called love.whom I considered my everything. Ran away from the our wedding. Now I sat in the wedding mandap with my brother-in-law in front of millions of guests. ... ... Yes, he was my soon to be brother-in-law but "Meri phooti kismat " he become my husband now . That bastard . My so called love run away with my sister . Me and My sister getting married on the same day because My grandmother wanted my sister and I to get married on the same mandap because of her medical condition.

#trending 1 on 17-10-25 #wattpadcontest 1 - 18-09-26 (#book-2 of PAKHI ) PROLOGUE :- I've seen the love that burned its own home to ashes. I've seen him drown himself in alcohol-not for pleasure, not for addiction-but to escape her. To blur the edges of the memories that refused to fade. Her presence haunts him like a ghost he can't outrun. And his heart... I've seen it clench, tremble, shatter. Over and over again. I was there when he fell to his knees for her. I've witnessed every single change in him-because of her. She didn't just love a monster... she changed him. She turned the devil into a man. And yet- She left. Left him with nothing but misunderstandings and silence. And now, their lives have once again dived into the same ocean they once tried to swim across together- An ocean full of hate, betrayal, ruthlessness. New entries are coming-people who will twist their fate. Old secrets are still buried, hidden faces moving the pieces behind the destruction I'm standing in the middle of. He once burned a country when he said he hated her. And she? She stood still. Took everything he threw at her. The pain. The humiliation. The disrespect. Like she was born to carry it. But just think. Just think for a moment. Just for a fucking moment- What happens... when they love each other again? What happens when the misunderstandings clear, when the pain turns to passion, when the hate turns into something softer, deeper, dangerous? What happens when he claims her again? If hate made him burn the world- What the hell will love . him do?

"She was the thorn fate shoved into his ruthless path... and now, the beast bows only to her." King Indrajeet Singh Rajput-the most feared name in all of Rajputana. At just 26, he's conquered more than half the desert kingdoms, his sword soaked in the blood of kings who dared look him in the eye. He has no heart, no mercy, and certainly no time for love. Until one hunt changes everything. A wounded Indrajeet stumbles into the quiet forest hut of Aarya Sahariya, a tribal healer with a sharp tongue and a soul made of sunshine. She's not royalty. She's not afraid. And she couldn't care less who he is. "Zakhm toh aapko sirf talwar se nahi, tevar se bhi milega, Maharaj." ("Your wounds come not just from swords, but from your ego too, Your Majesty.") For the first time, the Beast bleeds... and feels. When Aarya refuses his proposal, Indrajeet does what he does best-he takes. A royal wedding. A stolen bride. A war of fire and silk begins. But Aarya isn't just a girl from the forest. She has dreams-to become a doctor, to heal, to rise. In a palace where love is a weapon, and her own mother-in-law wants her erased, Aarya must fight for her identity, her education, and her heart. As desire turns into obsession, and enemies turn into soulmates, Indrajeet finds himself whispering, "Jo meri rani ko haath lagayega, uski dharti mein aag laga dunga." ("Whoever lays a hand on my queen, I'll burn their land to ashes.") Vote.Comment.Follow.♥️

His gaze locked into mine, intense, unwavering. "I need a verbal answer, little rose." I could hardly find my voice, but it escaped in a trembling whisper, "Y-yes... Abhii." In the next breath, he pulled my flush against him, his hand gripping the back of my neck. His lips found mine, gentle only for the first second before deepening. His kiss was commanding, urgent-sucking on my lips as if he'd never let me go. I tried to match him, to kiss him back, but his force, his hunger was overwhelming. All I could do was yield, surrender, let him take control. Wounded King is connected to the world of Shattered Silk, but it is a complete story on its own and can be read without reading the first book. Abhishek Rana never wanted a wife - only a name to offer someone with no one left. When he finds Naina, orphaned and alone, marrying her feels like fulfilling a duty... nothing more. "Not a single chapter wasted-every page pulls you deeper into a slow-burn that won't let you go." A slow-burn, age-gap romance between two broken souls forced into an unwanted marriage - and a love neither of them saw coming.

"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬.. 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ────୨ৎ──── 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 1 "𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐀 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦." 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧? She's his obsession. He's her destruction. Roshni Khanna - 21, rich, spoiled, impulsive. The so-called princess of the Khanna empire. But beneath the designer dresses and bratty attitude hides a haunted girl with secrets darker than night. She only wants him. The one man who couldn't care less about her. Advait Rai Singhania - 28, ruthless, breathtaking, cold-blooded. Mafia-linked and emotionally untouchable. In his world, love doesn't exist - only power, pain, and control. Until her past collides with his - and everything spirals. ★★★ What happens when his hate meets her obsession? Can two broken souls survive each other? What if breaking her heart is the only way he learns to feel? Will she ever be more than a game to him? Or will she rewrite his rules - and make him fall, hard? Welcome to the story of two beautifully broken souls where love is war, pain is passion, and nothing is predictable. Trigger Warning: 18+ | Dark Romance | Toxic Themes | Abuse & Trauma Read with caution. Not for the faint of heart.

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬."