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.

A story of a professor doctor and a med student bound in arranged marriage. FMC JUHI BISHT from a middle class family preparing for her neet pg 23 years old. MMC ARJUN SHEKHAWAT from a very affluent family but keeps a lowkey profile. A professor doctor in Sanjeevani Multi-speciality Hospital, 29 years old this story has no connection with anything or anyone in real life. If found so please ignore it. As a beginner writer there will be a lot of mistakes please bear with me.

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A Catalog of any and all good Harry Potter Fanfiction I come across on Wattpad. I know it can sometimes be difficult to find the good ones. I am hoping this will make it easier, and help support some awesome writers in the process! These stories range from good to spectacular. I will post new recommendations, with summaries and reviews, as much as possible.

After the First Task ended, Fleur could not believe the one she had called a little boy, the one she had dismissed, was capable of getting so far ahead of her, but her anger turned into intrigue when she found him singing by himself in the grounds of Hogwarts. (Harry is very good at Singing)

Harry Potter always knew he was different. Even by wizarding terms. He could never explain it so he stopped trying. He brushed it of but knew deep down there was something else. He knew many things like the fact that dumbledore was a manipulative bastard who payed people to befriend him. He knew the 'true' him would never belonged so he stopped trying and hid himself away. He built a wall around his heart never letting anyone in. He put on a mask and started acting like the perfect golden boy that Dumbledore wanted. Nobody noticed. Nobody cared. He didn't mind. Meanwhile the Big Three Gods are mourning the loss of the son they created together long ago when they hear word of a boy who looks like them with unique powers like theirs attending Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. They go over to the school and enrol as guests to befriend and get back their long lost son. But is he willing to just let them in? Bit by bit they break down every defence mechanism Harry put up and see the broken boy behind the invisible mask. But with the Triwizard tournament coming soon it becomes apparent someone wants him dead. When he is chosen as a champion he doesn't know what to do. Luckily the Olympians are there to help.

On Hannah's 16th birthday, she gets the surprise of her life when she finds out she is betrothed to none other than the Boy-Who-Lived. DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. Since I am American and a guy, I'm obviously not her, and thus don't have any claims to the rights to the Boy-Who-Lived. By: the dork knight

Proffesor Snape turned and stared at Harry, one eyebrow raised. "Mr. Potter! Are you paying attention?" "Y-Yes, Proffesor." "Tell me what would you get if I asked you to add powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" Snape asked, knowing that the first year wouldn't know the answer. "I-I don't kn-know Sir." Harry said, his throat tightening severely. "Very well, Mr. Potter, where would you go if I asked you to get a Bezoar?" "I-I s-suppose t-the supply c-closet, P-Proffessor" Harry said, his heart racing and his breathing becoming shallow. "I-what?" Snape asked, not expecting this answer from a Gryffindor. "Th-the s-supply c-closet, Sir?" Harry repeated. "Well... umm yes, technically, but if I didn't have one then where would you go to get one?" "Th-the s-store s-sir?" Harry asked trying to think of a suitable answer. "Think Potter. Where does a bezoar come from?" "I d-don't know sir!" Harry cried, tears prickling his eyes. "And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Snape asked. "I-I don't know, Sir" Snape stepped closer to Harry, who in return flinched away. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so power-" Snape stopped talking as Harry quickly wrote down every word the man was saying. "What are you doing?" "Ta-Taking N-Notes Proffesor." Harry said, quietly. "Is that what you were doing before?" Snape asked, surprised. "Y-Yes, Sir." "Hmm..." Snape hummed "Five points to Gryffindor." the class gasped and stared at the Proffesor "And see me after class, P-Harry." "Y-Yes, sir."

BOOK TWO ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Proffesor Snape turned and stared at Harry, one eyebrow raised. "Mr. Potter! Are you paying attention?" "Y-Yes, Proffesor." "Tell me what would you get if I asked you to add powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" Snape asked, knowing that the first year wouldn't know the answer. "I-I don't kn-know Sir." Harry said, his throat tightening severely. "Very well, Mr. Potter, where would you go if I asked you to get a Bezoar?" "I-I s-suppose t-the supply c-closet, P-Proffessor" Harry said, his heart racing and his breathing becoming shallow. "I-what?" Snape asked, not expecting this answer from a Gryffindor. "Th-the s-supply c-closet, Sir?" Harry repeated. "Well... umm yes, technically, but if I didn't have one then where would you go to get one?" "Th-the s-store s-sir?" Harry asked trying to think of a suitable answer. "Think Potter. Where does a bezoar come from?" "I d-don't know sir!" Harry cried, tears prickling his eyes. "And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Snape asked. "I-I don't know, Sir" Snape stepped closer to Harry, who in return flinched away. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so power-" Snape stopped talking as Harry quickly wrote down every word the man was saying. "What are you doing?" "Ta-Taking N-Notes Proffesor." Harry said, quietly. "Is that what you were doing before?" Snape asked, surprised. "Y-Yes, Sir." "Hmm..." Snape hummed "Five points to Gryffindor." the class gasped and stared at the Proffesor "And see me after class, P-Harry." "Y-Yes, sir."