Amira Ahmed doesn't remember the last time she felt happy. The last time she felt love. She doesn't remember when was the last time she was ever free from her responsibilities. All she ever did was work, work, work. That's it. When she got married she didn't expect much from the marriage as well. She couldn't feel happiness in anything she did. She was a lost little girl searching for happiness. When her husband left her the very next day of marriage, she didn't complain and waited for him. Not because she loved him but because he had a life in his hands which she loved dearly. Waqar Ahmed was a man full of confidence, anger, violence and emotionless. He wasn't a man people mess with. He married not because he fallen in love, he married because he had a debt to clear. He liked his space and hated to be disturbed. He always sets his goals clear and make sure to achieve them. He was just a man who is lost. He hates people who are always sad and agitated to do something, including his wife. He hates her for her coldness. He knew what she was and what she had become. Waqar Ahmed and Amira Ahmed were not the perfect couple. There weren't married out of love but married out of compliance. She knows her role so does he. Everything was going good. But... What happens when the secrets are revealed? What happens when the secrets held deep inside the hearts are torn open? --------------------------------------------- All the characters are fictitious and are not related to any real life incidents or any person. This is a totally fictional story and is based wholely on writer's imagination. Do not copy the author's work without permission. All rights belong to the writer only. The picture used in the book belongs to the respective people. The sole purpose of using them for character visuals.

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

Viren Singh Rathore. Prince of Udaigarh And the future king of Udaigarh. A devoted son, a caring prince, a man of few words, and someone who adheres to his principles with discipline. A devotee of Mahadev. With his wealth, power, and royal blood, he is a blessed man for the entire world. However, things were not as easy as they appeared; he was unlucky in terms of love and a soul mate. However, he accepts everything in his life as the wish of Lord Mahadev. Raina singh A 22-year-old beautiful girl who prefers to live life on her own terms. Her life was difficult throughout, but she never gave up. Despite her struggles, an incident led to her marrying a crowned prince. Will she give up her dreams and accept a life full of royalty and power? Regardless of what she will do However, the truth remains that she is FATED TO CROWN

"Liyana utho beta..." (Liyana, wake up, dear...) Asiya Mami's voice was soft as she gently patted Liyana's cheek. Umera Mami and Hafsa Mami stood beside the bed, watching her. Liyana stirred and tried to sit up. The moment she moved, the duvet slipped from her body, revealing her completely naked form. All three women stared at her with clear judgment in their eyes. Liyana's blood ran cold. Shame crashed over her like a tidal wave. She felt as if the earth had split open and was ready to swallow her whole. Her panicked gaze darted to the side... Harun wasn't there. A small sigh of relief escaped her. But then Hafsa Mami's sharp voice cut through the air. "Itni bhi kya jaldi thi shohar ke saath sone ki, Liyana?" (Were you really in such a hurry to sleep with your husband, Liyana?) Tears sprang to her eyes as she cried out, her voice breaking with humiliation. "Nahi Mami...!" (No, Mami...!) ____________________________ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐍'𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

ZARA. A girl who carried kindness in her heart and quiet strength in her soul. She believed that even the deepest wounds could heal with time. To the world, she was independent,empathetic, soft-spoken, compassionate, and endlessly hopeful. But fate had other plans. One unexpected encounter brings her face to face with a man wrapped in silence-a man feared by many but understood by none. Shehryar. As their worlds collide, danger begins to close in. Hidden truths surface, enemies emerge, and every step they take together leads them deeper into a battle neither of them saw coming. In a story where love is tested, loyalty is questioned, and destiny refuses to be kind, Will Zara and Shehryar find their way to each other, or will the very fate that brought them together be the reason they're torn apart forever? Let's see where life takes these two- Keep reading the book to find out. ☘ Tropes : • He fell first and fell harder • Calm × Clumsy • Soft Romance • Cold Exterior x Warm Soul • Love vs Fate • Arranged marriage

Vaidehi Mehra had loved once-and lost more than she could bear. Betrayed by the man she trusted and wounded by the family meant to protect her, she walked away from the ruins with only one reason to keep going: her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Esha. Esha's laughter, tiny hands, and unquestioning love became the fragile thread holding Vaidehi's broken heart together. Marriage was never meant to be part of her story again. Not after the betrayal. Not after the whispers. But one careless photograph and one malicious rumor are enough to undo everything she rebuilt. What begins as office gossip spirals into public scandal, dragging her dignity through headlines and threatening her career-and worse, her daughter's future. When reputation becomes survival, a solution is offered. Simple. Strategic. Respectable. Marriage. Vikram Khanna is the last man Vaidehi would ever choose to depend on. A self-made billionaire, disciplined, distant, and fiercely private, he has built his empire alone-and planned to keep his life that way. Their union is nothing more than damage control: a contractual arrangement designed to silence speculation and restore order. But neither of them accounts for Esha. With her innocent eyes and fearless affection, Esha becomes the quiet bridge between two guarded adults. As Vaidehi struggles with scars from her past and Vikram maintains the emotional walls that have always protected him, the boundaries of their arrangement begin to blur. What starts as strategy slowly begins to feel like shelter. What begins as obligation starts resembling belonging. A Home We Didn't Plan is a story of resilience before romance, of a child's innocence melting the coldest defenses, and of two people who never intended to build a family-yet may discover that love sometimes grows where it was never meant to. (The chapters are edited with the help of Chatgpt) Rankings: #2 on wattpadindia (29.03.2026)

"Ye maine kya kiya... ye maine kya kiya... Allah! I ruined him.. Azhaan." [What have I done... what have I done... Allah! I ruined him.. Azhaan.] She fell to the floor. "I am sorry! I am sorry! Azhaan! I am sorry!" She cried her heart out. ________ Hareem was older than Azhaan, but he never cared. For him, age didn't matter. Love mattered, and he loved her beyond her imagination since they were kids. He always expressed it, but she never cared. His tease, his smile, his love-filled eyes only irritated her - but still he just kept loving her, quietly, year after year. Then one day, one misunderstanding, one lie she believed with her whole heart destroyed his happiness, his dream, his life, completely. He paid the price for the crime he never did. The Azhaan everyone knew was happy, full of life, always smiling. He laughed easily and loved without fear. But after that day, he changed. He stopped smiling. He stopped feeling. The boy everyone loved slowly disappeared, and a quiet, broken man took his place. Hareem doesn't know it yet, but she will find out the truth - and when she does, it will break her completely. Because by then, it will be too late to undo what she did. And somewhere in her guilt, something she never expected starts to grow - a quiet love for the boy she destroyed. A love she has no right to feel. A love she can never speak of. She watches him. Every day. Carrying a secret that could destroy his life even more if it ever came out. This is not just a love story. This is about guilt. About silence. About a girl who has to live with what she did - and a boy who lost everything because of a lie. ★★★★

𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 × 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 | 29 × 21 I asked for only one thing in my whole life - to be loved. Bas prem hi toh maanga tha, Bhagwan. tu ne mera asli chehra dikha diya Itna sach... itna sach ki ab main khud ko chhoon bhi nahi sakta. I never believed in you. Not really. I used to laugh when people said, "Sab up..ar wale ki marzi hai." But Ish...itha... she bel...liieves. She prays in name of you. She says, "He exists and listens" If you exist... if you're really the reason for existence... then please, I'm begging infront of youu...your not so existent creation is begging infront of you...please do one thing for me. Take her away from me. But please don't hurt her. Please don't let her cry. Please don't let her feel abandoned. Please don't let her feel unwanted. Just... erase me....erase me from every memory... Let her forget that she was ever married to me. Let her forget the sound of my name. Let my face blur in her memories. Let her wake up one morning and not remember the man who ruined her..... . . . A story of a villain who was ready to destroy himself, instead of the world this time...just to see a fucking smile on his wife's face. A Mafia leader vs A Florist. Forced Marriage He fell First and harder Virgin MMC & FMC and a lot more... Peep into the story to know more...and please don't judge the book based on the first few chapters...Because there is a reason why I potrayed him such way..also be ready to hate him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later.

One wrong door. One stolen kiss. One night that rewrote her fate.

This is the story of Pransh Rana and Pankhudi Grover. Pransh Rana - for whom marriage is nothing more than a compromise, and Pankhudi Grover - for whom marriage is the biggest dream of her life. Their story begins on the night of their wedding, where Pankhudi waits for Pransh the entire night... but he never comes. And when morning finally arrives, so does Pransh - but only to shatter Pankhudi's dreams with a harsh reality. What was the truth that broke Pankhudi completely? What will she do now? Will she be able to survive this marriage, or will their relationship end before it even begins?