When they are academic rivals and he claims to hate her and her existence. Only to end up marrying her forcefully when he saw she was going to marry his cousin's brother. TROPES Forbidden Love Grumpy X Sunshine Forced Marriage CEO X PA Touch Her and You Die Slow Burn

Isha never wanted wealth, crowns, or castles. She only wanted a simple life-one where survival was enough. But fate had other plans. A single truth shatters her world: she carries the blood of the Rathores, one of the most powerful royal lineages. Suddenly, she is thrust into palaces dripping with luxury, guarded by walls of secrets, and watched by a family that accepts her only by name, never by heart. Her new life is filled with cold brothers, a father who hides his sorrow behind laughter, and a legacy that demands perfection. Because in this empire, blood is not just thicker than water-it's the sharpest weapon of all. And Isha must decide: will she shine like royalty, or bleed like the rest?

Aarav Singhania: the epitome of perfection. A renowned cardiac surgeon with a life as immaculate as his surgical skills. Every moment, every decision, every relationship... all carefully calibrated to ensure a flawless flow. But on one fateful day, his perfectly planned life takes an unexpected turn. Aarav is coerced into marrying a stranger, Ayushi Chauhan, to satisfy his family's expectations. Resigned to a loveless union, he convinces himself that love is merely a myth, a fantasy he's better off without. However, fate has other plans. Ayushi, the original bride, flees on their wedding day, leaving Aarav stunned and his family scandalized. In a desperate bid to salvage the situation, Ayushi's younger sister, Sambhavi Chauhan, is thrust into the spotlight. A free-spirited and enigmatic beauty from Chicago, Sambhavi is the antithesis of Aarav's carefully constructed world. As Aarav and Sambhavi exchange vows, their union seems like a recipe for disaster. Yet, beneath the surface of their arranged marriage, a complex dance of emotions begins to unfold. Will Aarav's carefully guarded heart succumb to Sambhavi's charms? Can Sambhavi penetrate the armor of Aarav's perfectionism and awaken the emotions he's long suppressed? As they navigate the treacherous landscape of their loveless marriage, Aarav and Sambhavi must confront the ultimate question: will their union remain a mere arrangement, or will fate entwine their hearts in a love story for the ages?

A cliché story about mother remarry into the richest family. Getting step brothers and family. if u read this much and still interested then..... This story is about how a girl who is too withdrawn to herself because of past trauma.Only have her mother,who is about to get married.And thus she is about to get not juts a step father and brother, but also 2 more mother figures and father figures and totally 8 older brothers. and its about how they bring her real confident self. i told u it's cliche. no romance between brother and sister. pure sibling love. There will be mention of sexual abuse and harassment related words and scenarios. this is my first time writing. Not that interested in writing. but i read wattpad to escape reality. so this is also something to escape reality. English is not really my language so there will be grammatical mistakes. And also i don't know much about indian culture. So the place may have real world name but it have imaginary features. Sorry...... So don't go for logic in the palces and all. and since my goal is to escape reality my story will also be like that. i will try to finish the story fastly since I'm not invested in it. so i welcome those of nearly my same mindset who wants to escape reality.by reading wattpad.

Story about Vijay an actor model and his wife Naina ......

She was blamed for something she never did. Sent away. Forgotten. But years later, when Kiara Rathore walks back into the mansion that destroyed her - she's not that scared little girl anymore. She's the storm they created.

A tale of a family which is nothing but chaos love each other but just ignore one of them ,Aadhya........

BOOK 4 "Loving him is a sin; of that I'm fully aware. But a sinner I am." I was tied to the bed with multiple people dressed in white coats and examined my body. my head was bursting due to the effect of drugs they have injected in my veins. After what felt like a lifetime, I felt an excruciating pain that made me black out but what happened next made me wish for a death.........but that never came. even death has abandoned me.....until I met Vikram Shergill- my comfort, my father figure and my boss. he was the first one who came to know about my secret and accepted me wholeheartedly. not only him but Rana Amogh Pratap Singh and Aarman Suryawanshi did the same. I am a lycan, an experiment.......made in a laboratory. I tried ending my life multiple times until I saw HER. A blue eyed baby girl.......MY MATE, MY FATED ONE but the question is- will she accept me like her father did or will she reject me like my own parents ? my name is Mrityunjay Singh Thakur, a 108 year old lycan and this is my story. ______________________ The only heir of the clan, prince who was kept hidden for two decades. No one knows his true identity but HIM. HE knows about him ever since he was born, the last sign of his friend. They once decided that they will tie their children in a sacred knot of marriage and later laughed at their silly discussion.......but they didn't know that they had actually tied their children together by fate. AMULYA AMOGH SINGH RATHORE, youngest daughter and Rajkumari of Rana sa of the state wasn't expecting that her baba sa will ask her to get married to a total strangers all of sudden. And what will she do, when she had recently started feeling attracted towards her mentor and senior resident. DR. VEERBHADRA NAIR, a 30 years old orthopaedic surgeon

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨