𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐕 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀 × 𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐜𝐞𝐨 × 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝕮𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊..... ══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══ Riya... Just riya. No surname... She left that behind for good. For the past three years, she had been his personal assistant. Efficient, smart, and unfailingly reliable. From not even knowing how to work a coffee machine to anticipating what Aarav wanted before he even asked, she had grown so much. To most people, she seemed simply reserved, maybe even distant. But there was a heaviness in her eyes, an unspoken story she carried in silence, waiting for the moment it could no longer stay hidden. --- Aarav Malhotra... a man people didn't argue with. CEO and director of his father's legacy, he ran his office like a battlefield. Mistakes weren't forgiven. Mediocrity wasn't tolerated. He was sharp, cold, and precise, a presence that demanded attention. Yet behind the suit and the stern expressions, there was another side to him. Around family, his walls came down. The sharp edges softened. He became gentle and caring. To most, he was unapproachable. But to the few he allowed close, he was everything he seemed not to be. --- What happens when aarav asks Riya's hand in marriage for convenience? Would their story only be limited to convenience? Or will the two lives bloom into something beautiful? --- Age gap (6 years) Arranged marriage Trauma healing Slow burn --- #2 in india (29.04.2026 and more)

She was the girl who never spoke up. He was the boy who couldn't. Saanjh has always followed the rules - the good daughter, the quiet listener, the perfect bride-in-making. But behind her composed silence lies a heart aching to be heard. Then comes Vihaan - the boy with ink-stained fingers, untamed thoughts, and a voice the world rarely hears. Once silenced by selective mutism, Vihaan now chooses his words carefully... and his people even more so. He doesn't speak much - but when he does, it feels like poetry. Their connection is not loud. It doesn't come with grand confessions or dramatic moments. It comes in shared glances, late-night scribbles, and quiet understanding. In a world that punishes softness, their silence becomes rebellion - and their love, a sanctuary. A tender, aching tale of two misfits who find in each other the courage to be seen, to be heard, and to be entirely themselves - no apologies, no noise, just truth. Some stories don't need words to be felt. Some loves begin in silence... and never stop speaking.

She married the man she once loved. But the boy who held her hand turned into a man who couldn't even look her in the eyes. Aarav doesn't scream. He doesn't break things. He simply walks past her - like her existence means nothing. But Inaya? She feels everything. Every quiet night. Every unsaid word. Every touch he never gave. This isn't a love story. It's a slow death wrapped in vows and a daughter who deserves better. She lives in a house full of silence, haunted by the man she calls her husband... and the memories of a love that once burned. --- ❝ What happens when silence becomes louder than screams? ❝ How long can you love someone who doesn't love you back... or pretends not to? ❝ Can broken hearts still beat under the same roof? ❝ Would you stay in a marriage where you're the only one bleeding? ✨ If you've ever loved someone who slowly stopped seeing you... this story will shatter you. ✨ Dive into Inaya's world - where love is quiet, pain is constant, and hope is the most dangerous thing of all. ✨ Not all bruises are visible. Some live in silence.

He was a stranger. She was an orphan. Their families arranged their marriage. But love? That was something they had to arrange themselves. Aarohi Sharma has spent eight years being a burden in her aunt's house. When she's married off to a man she's never seen, she expects more of the same-invisibility, obligation, survival. Kabir Ahuja is a brilliant pediatric surgeon with walls so high no one can climb them. He agreed to this marriage for his dying father. Nothing more. But when their eyes meet at the jaimala, something shifts. Seven pheras. Two strangers. One lifetime to figure out what forever really means. A story of first kisses, uneven parathas, jealousy, period care, and two people who never dated anyone-finding everything in each other. Because love isn't about how you meet. It's about how you stay. TROPES🌸 ❤️ Slow burn ❤️ Virgin leads ❤️ Arranged marriage ❤️ Dual POV - Start date - 4th April 2026

You must have heard many stories where two people forced into marriage eventually become eternal lovers. And of course, there's always a villainess-the ex-girlfriend-who tries desperately to break them apart but never succeeds, right? But here, I am that ex-girlfriend. And the one who was dumped by a man who never trusted me with his secrets, let alone his heart. and now, I'm just trying my best to move on-living my life by pretending to forget him. For the past three years, I thought I was doing well. I thought I was free. But what happens when he walks back into my life- This time, carrying a powerful background i never even knew existed? _

Veeranshu Mehra, a man who has never known love, comes into marriage with Tara, a woman caught in a web of family obligation and personal fear. Tara agrees to marry him, not out of love, but to honor her grandfather's wishes and escape the grasp of Sameer, a dangerous man who wants to marry her. As they navigate a marriage built on necessity, neither expects love to blossom between them. But through emotional struggles, trust-building, and unexpected moments of vulnerability, they begin to heal each other's past wounds. What starts as a marriage of convenience slowly transforms into something deeper, as they realize they need each other more than they ever anticipated.

This story revolves around the life of Raghav Shekhawat and Siya Sharma, who are tied in an arrange marriage. Raghav who is cold and composed. Siya who is extremely shy and introverted. How will she breakthrough Raghav's wall- when they are tinged with deep trauma he had endured.

❝ They married as strangers. Shared a room. And slowly... they became each other's home. ❞ Anaya wears sarees and bakes the kind of cakes that taste like memories. Vihaan codes in sweatpants and hoodies, loves silence, and blushes when she flirts. They didn't choose love. They chose marriage - quiet, arranged, and unfamiliar. But between shared blankets, lingering touches, chai in the morning, and midnight whispers... something soft begins to bloom. This is not a love story that starts with sparks. It starts with burnt toast, shy glances, and a hoodie left on her side of the bed.