"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)

Book 1 in Political Series A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanavi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. Not your typical politician and mafia leader along with being a C.E.O *huff* too many roles in one packet. A full time Politician who had politics running in his blood at a different level of pace. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚 :- A leading politician from Haryana (India) whose whole life revolves around only three points.....Politics...Power...and Brotherhood. But what if someone special enters in it and make our Mr. MLA forget all these. Not your typical shy, pretty, rich or all rounder Female of a story. 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒐 :- A real middle class girl and a student who knows there is nothing called Prince Charming in this sh!tty world and believes to have a bad fate like her mother and aunts in her family when it comes to marriage. But what if someone makes her realise that yes there are men like those stories, not that 100% perfect but still enough fictional to make you fall in love with? Student × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language.

She argued like it was a sport. He flirted like losing was part of the game. The worst part? Everytime she got mad, he fell a little harder.

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

"I can give you grandchild without marriage too mom" Mira said after listening to her mom's useless reason making everyone shock. Yeah???? "I...I mean adop...adoption you know" Mira stuttered but nervously smiled "Don't you love someone?" Janvi asked with pity in her eyes for her daughter. "Ab Is GenZ vale jamane me Dev Anand ya Sharukh Khan milna mushkeel ho geya hai!" Mira Said dramatically "You are way too filmy, ese toh koi nhi milega!" Neha told her with a knowing look. "Then I am happy single!" She told her. "Beta You Are Getting Old!????????" Janvi said to which Akhil choked on his food on other hand Mira's eyes widen in shock and Neha laughed loudly holding her stomach. Bezzati ???? *** She suddenly bumped into someone which made her lose her balance, she waited to touch the ground which never happened, someone hold her right hand and saved her. Mira opened her eyes and was surprised to find a familiar yet unfamiliar face infront of her, she was mesmerized by him. His face was calm, he had light beard, his brown eyes were hidden behind his frameless specs, he was looking descent yet hot in the black kurta with rolled sleeves, her eyes fell on his hand which was holding hers just to get more attracted by his veiny arm. She looked into his eyes again which were already looking at her making her heartbeat run like a rollercoaster. For Mira, everything stopped and the only song was playing in her mind. Tum bhi ho... main bhi Hoon Paas aao toh keh doon Aakhir kyun pal mein yun Diwaana main ho gaya Tumhe jo maine dekha Jo hosh tha woh toh gaya . . #284 out of 2.31 Million (in Love) #12 out of 99.9K (on Wattpad) #164 out of 101K (In Secret) #143 out of 173K (in comedy) #155 out of 115K (in best friend) #156 out of 477K (in fiction) #24 out of 63K (in crush) #128 out of 299K (in lovestory)

#top 4 : 19/10/2025 #top 4 : 20/10/2025 ♡ 𝕬 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 - ❈ 🎀 𝐿𝒶𝓋𝓈𝒽 🎀 ❈ ♡ Harsh Mudaliar - the CEO? The Mafia? Rich background? The king? The billionaire? Some hidden past? Nope.. nothing. He is just a 27 year old normal middle class software engineer who struggles in his life just like us, working day and night to pay the regular bills. Lavanya Yadav - the Queen? CEO? Rich family? Billionaire? Innocent? Childish? No.. not at all. She is 19 years old, College dropped out, working as a normal receptionist at the hospital to help her family financially. When Harsh's girlfriend doesn't show up in their wedding Harsh parents replace Lavanya in the bride's place. A story of two broken hearts, where harsh got betrayed by his girlfriend and Lavanya got betrayed by her boyfriend. A story of middle class chaos between the two broken souls. How will their journey go ahead? Will everything go smoothly or .....? ♡ ᵀʳᵒᵖᵉˢ : ᴿᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵉ ᴹⁱᵈᵈˡᵉ ᶜˡᵃˢˢ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᴮʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ᵖʳᵒˣⁱᵐⁱᵗʸ ᵀᵉˡᵘᵍᵘ ᵃᵐᵐᵃʸⁱ ˣ ᵀᵃᵐⁱˡ ᵖᵃʸʸᵃⁿ ˢˡᵒʷ ᵇᵘʳⁿ ˢᵘⁿˢʰⁱⁿᵉ ˣ ˢᵘⁿˢʰⁱⁿᵉ Start on : 18.08.2025

#Top 1 in India (05-18/04/2025) #Top 3 in India (04/2025) #Top 5 in India (05/2025) #Top 6 in India (21/04/2025) #Top 8 in India (05/2025) ⟡ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 X 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐚 ⟡ ─⭑──────────── A man who paints his demons onto canvas, 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 is no stranger to obsession. Silence is his refuge, control in his nature. Marriage was never in his plans-until the echo of a past long buried led him to something he never realized he was seeking. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐚 was never meant to be his. But when fate delivered her to his feet, he didn't hesitate. Now, she stands at the threshold of a life she never asked for, bound to a man who saved her-but refuses to set her free. Some cages are built from protection. Some saviors are anything but holy. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ 𝗧 𝗿 𝗼 𝗽 𝗲 𝘀: • Forced marriage • Morally Grey MMC • Age gap • Dark Possessiveness • rom-com ───────────⭑─

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. ______________________________________________________

||A south indian cross cousin love story|| 🌸 Note: In certain South Indian traditions, marriage between a girl and her mother's brother's son (cross-cousin) is a culturally accepted and legally valid practice in India. Ezhil x Kayalvizhi Kayalvizhi grew up with one dream, that one day she would marry Arjun. He was her first love, her childhood promise, her everything. Their families had always spoken about it like it was written in the stars. So when the wedding was finally fixed, her heart overflowed with happiness. She didn't care about a big career or chasing ambition. Being his wife was enough. But fate had other plans. Just hours before the wedding, Arjun leaves without a word, making her shattered at the edge of a life that no longer makes sense. In the midst of heartbreak, confusion, and family pressure, she is married off to his younger brother, Ezhil, the charming professor who had loved her in silence since childhood. Kayal enters this new marriage numb and unwilling. But Ezhil never asks for her love, only her peace. He gives her space, encourages her to study, to grow, to dream again. Slowly, through his kindness, she begins to find herself. The girl who once only wanted love begins to chase a future of her own, one her father had always wished for her. One she never thought she was strong enough to build. And somewhere in the quiet rhythm of their new life, shared in silence, in the way he saw her strength when she couldn't, her heart began to heal. She didn't realize when it started, but with every gentle word, every steady presence, every look that held more care than expectation, She began to fall in love again, not all at once, but slowly. Softly. Unexpectedly. Beautifully. Not with the boy she once dreamed of, But with the man who had loved her all along, quietly, patiently, completely.