He's a self-made man with silent insecurities. She's a princess from a world he never imagined being part of. Abhishek, an orphan with a kind heart and steady job at a tech company, lives a simple middle-class life. All he ever wanted was stability-and maybe someone to call his own. He never imagined that someone would be her. Prachi Sharma, the only daughter of a wealthy business family in Gurugram, has lived a life of comfort and protection. When her father-who treats Abhishek like a son-announces her arranged marriage to the soft-spoken employee she's never even met, her world shifts overnight. Two shy souls. Two strangers. One unexpected marriage. With innocence in their hearts and hesitation in their eyes, will they be able to build something real? Or will the differences in their worlds build walls between their hearts? A tender story of awkward glances, quiet love, emotional healing, and two virgins discovering what it means to belong-not just in marriage, but in each other's lives.

Story about a married couple ❤️ | | | | | Cover pic is taken from the Pinterest. The credit goes to the artist who created the beautiful piece of artwork❤️ The cover page is designed by @Hummin--Bird--love❤️❤️❤️

Dhriti Mishra - a free spirit of just 13 years finds herself arranged to Raghav Chaturvedi - Sarpanch ji's son , 17 yrs old yet mature and calm. Will their love bloom like a fresh flower or will end up being in a cold, loveless bond for life? Answers will get with following time for sure 🫶🏼 Please be with me throughout this journey and pleaseee give your reviews and suggestions 💗 Also it has mature content included so kindly read it according to your convenience 🫧

"I don't think your parents are paying your fees so that you could sleep in a well-furnished physics classroom!" Arnav barked, his voice cutting through the silence. Aradhaya stood silently, her head hung low. "And I don't think your parents raised you as a human so that in the end you could bark like a dog" she muttered under her breath.

"Why do you hate me so much, Maan" she asked hiccupping, hitting his chest. "I never said that" he said holding her hands. ____________________________________ "So, my Ita, how does it feels to be Mrs. Dutta," he asked holding her from behind while making eye contact in the mirror. "Best feeling in this world, Mr. Dutta" she replied kissing his cheek. ____________________________________ "I BLOODY ASKED YOU TO DO ONE THING BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT!" he shouted slamming the wooden desk with his fists. "I am sorry, sir" she replied with tears welling up in her eyes. ____________________________________ "I will kill that man if I see him near you again" he said dangerously running his index finger from her forehead to neck. "W...why" she asked stammering. "Because you are mine"... ____________________________________ Cover- @Lady_whistleup

✨A collection of one-shot romantic stories.✨

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

In the late 1990s, as the Kargil war raged, a nineteen-year-old bride lived in quiet torment. Her husband had left for the front, their marriage still fresh with unspoken dreams, and she was left behind with nothing but hope. Day after day, she sat by the wooden door, her eyes fixed on it as though sheer will could make it open. Every footstep on the street, every knock, every echo of boots made her heart surge-only to fall again into silence. The house carried his absence like a wound: his books untouched, his scent still lingering on the uniform folded away. At night, she clutched his photograph, whispering, "Come back soon... your bride waits." Outside, the world honored its soldiers, but inside her heart only one question remained-would he return to her, or would the door never open again? So let us step into her world, into that silent home filled with echoes of love and longing. Let us watch her wait, with trembling hope and tear-stained prayers. And together, let us turn the pages of her story... to discover whether the soldier she loved returned to her arms, or remained only in her memories.

🌌 Whisper's of Destiny 🌌 By @ashii_verse 🖤 "Some stories aren't meant to be told. They're meant to bleed through silence... and leave scars where no one sees." --- Avni. Soft. Subtle. Almost invisible to the world. But beneath her quiet grace lies a storm she's too afraid to name. She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't ask for more. She simply exists - until he sees her. The man no one dares to look in the eye... yet she meets his gaze with trembling honesty. Rajveer. Sharp mind. Cold presence. A man who speaks less and controls more. He doesn't crave love. He craves silence, control, and order. But there's something about her - the way she lowers her eyes when he speaks, the way her fear doesn't hide her truth - that draws him in like a storm waiting to be unleashed. --- ❝ You look at me like I'm human, Avni... ❞ ❝ But I've spent my whole life making sure I'm not. ❞ ❝ And still... ❞ ❝ You make me want to be yours. ❞ --- This is not a love story. This is restraint and desire at war. A girl too soft for his world. A man too dangerous for hers. And a fate that ties them together - not gently, but violently. He doesn't know how to love. She doesn't know how to leave. And somewhere in the silence between them, something begins to burn... slowly, darkly, beautifully. ✨ Whisper's of Destiny - a haunting slow-burn of longing, power, and a love so quiet... it leaves nothing untouched. ---

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 , 𝙈𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙃𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞...... ♡ 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙄 ♡ Shashwat Rajvansh - An introvert, calm and ambitious guy studies in class 12th. For him "Rules are meant to be followed". He is a bookworm and topper of his class . He is prince charming of almost all girls of school but never give a glance to them . His dream is to join Indian army and for that he is studying very hard . He has no time for Love. Siya Malhotra - An exovert and chirpy girl studies in class 11th . She is always ready to break the rules and have zero interest in study . She has promised herself to not to fall in love but a sudden encounter with her senior "Shashwat Rajvansh" Changed her perspective about love when she slowly started falling for him who doesn't seem to be interested in her. The more she is getting to know him the more she is falling for him. ************************************************** "For me, Love is devotion." She said, her eyes were drawn to the resplendent Krishna idol. "Then I am devoted to you, Siya, the way you are devoted to your Krishna." He replied looking at her with an intensity akin to how a priest gazes at an idol. *************************************************** Jump inside the story to know more ❤️✨. ______________________________________________ There is no cheating, no toxicity and no love angle. It is just a simple school love story which includes Love, friendship and lots of fun that would probably take you back to your school days. ______________________________________________________