⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

"I will break you beyond repair".... Vihaansh growled. "But I will cherish you and heal you till my last breath," Ishika replied, her voice unwavering. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Rose, I beg of you... If you want you can kill me, but please don't leave me Jaan, Take me along, please...?" Vihaansh pleaded, tears streaming down his face and his sobs wrenching from the depths of his soul. But no reply... ‐‐-----------‐------------------------------------------------- Here Starts a tale of a ruthless man's guilt-driven story, who is left all alone in the World and has no one to wipe his tears, give him a shoulder to sob, be a reason to smile. But he can't end his life because ......... Because she left behind their cherished symbol of love, a testament to their once-shared bond, with every breath he takes, he relives the moment she departed, a silent witness to the pain that now defines his existence. She left their Symbol of love with him. But he only breathes he left living the moment she left him. He behaves like a happy daddy before their bacha. He is a perfect Dad. But he remains haunted by the absence of a motherly presence for his daughter. He can't even share his sorrow, his dismay. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- What will happen to him as he carries the weight of his guilt? Can he ever find a way to make up for his mistakes and find happiness again? All rights are reserved by your author @Rashi_Jha🌼(by me ofc) #65 Wattpad #95 wattpad #1 in the Eternal Series .......UNDER EDIT............

(A bollywood musical story) Italian CEO × Desi Girl Enemies to lovers (major trope) #5-Billionairelove-05/08/25 She was never meant to marry him. They weren't poles apart, they were custom apart. Not by distance, but by 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮, of Indian origin, was born and raised in Italy. Her heart beats for chai, not coffee. Her manners were stuck to desi, her traditions rooted in another land. She spoke both Hindi and Italian, but there was still something her parents never told her. A secret she uncovered too late. He hated her. Hated seeing her, hearing her, even speaking to her. The marriage was just an arrangement and nothing more for him. But when his sharp glares turned into lingering stares, he knew something had shifted. She had quietly made a place into his mind and heart. He didn't know what a saree was, or what made chai so special but sitting in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand, watching his wife draped in simple cotton sarees, somehow became his routine. He didn't know what vermilion meant but when he caught himself smiling every time he saw it on her forehead, he realized something different and beautiful at once: He was falling in love. With his wife. With 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮 "𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨."

My story is inspired by the movie #varisu so few things will be same but it's going to be a Love story. love at 1st sight where one is in love but don't know with whom. Isn't it interesting. let's find it out together.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 - 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 -

𝗡𝗼 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂 Things suddenly starts to turn in a completely different orbit after they get aligned in the secret marriage. They have been bickering since day one and just the thought of being tied together was in itself so amusing and adventurous. The cocky bad boy and the fiery good girl. And the heating romance developing between them. Whole college knew that these two rivals can't stand each other without having a fight. But who knew behind the curtains they were married and had their own part of fascinating moments. She became his Cindrella but he wasn't any price charming, he had the charms of a bad boy. ________________________________ HER- have you started any business of kidnapping ? She mocked on which he gritted his teeth. HIM- even if I'll do that then let me tell you one thing, I'll never kidnap you as no will deal for an annoying cat like you He retorted back and her jaw dropped. ________________________________ HER- what.. wha..at ar..e you do..in..gg? HIM- saving you from something that will make you flush for whole life. You know lifetime embarrassment. He drawled in his deep voice and his hot breathe fanning against her soft unclad skin made her her body hair tickle. His fingers trailed the outline of her towel on her back and tucked it's end properly which was on the verge of coming out. Her eyes clouded with drowsy haze and she felt she is losing all her senses. ________________________________ Your dearest author ~T.R ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱ ʷᵃˢ ᵛᵉʳʸ ⁱᵐᵐᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉˢ ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ ᵒⁿ. ʸᵉʰʰ! ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃʸ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵉˢ ᶜʳⁱⁿᵍᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ. STARTED ON°•°10th March,2021•°• FINISHED ON•°•8th June,2023•°•

"I am so sorry, Ambika," Rudraksha choked out, his voice thick with emotion. With trembling hands, he withdrew, his eyes downcast as if he could not bear to meet her gaze. "I... You don't deserve this," he continued, his words laced with anguish. "You don't deserve any of it..." As he spoke, his eyes, red-rimmed and wild, finally met hers. His hair fell in disheveled locks across his forehead, giving him an untamed appearance. He was caught between his emotions and his fierce possessiveness. "But I can't let you go... you're mine, right?" he said, voice softening as he searched her eyes for answers. Of course, no one would dare lay a finger on me except you, she thought, her eyes hardening. But before she could respond, he moved with surprising swiftness, wrapping her in a tight embrace. The feel of his strong arms around her was startling. Rudraksha was reduced to tears, it was a peculiar sight-his colossal frame, usually a source of strength now trembled with each sob. The man whose muscular build and stoic demeanor exuded an almost intimidating confidence, now seemed so fragile, so human. Instinctively, Ambika returned his embrace, her fingers gently stroking his back in an attempt to soothe him. "I can't leave without you, Ambika," he sobbed, his voice muffled against her neck. "You're too precious to me. I love you so much... I love you, more than I love myself." ••• "Stay away from me. You have no idea what I can do to you," he warned, his voice dripping with desperation and a hint of madness. "I am Rakshas, Ambika. I am a Rakshas!" His eyes blood shot, dripping with tears. ••• "If you are a thorn," she continued, her words soft but resolute, "I would happily open my arms to get hurt. If you are a heartbreaker, then my innocent heart is waiting for you to break. My hands are waiting for the awaiting hands of sorrow."

╰┈➤"𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 - 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨." ˗ˏˋ 🕊︎ ☁︎ ⸝⸝ ★ ⋆｡ﾟ☀︎ ☀︎ARNAV MORE X ☀︎IHA TIWARI BLURB He was left at the altar-not because he was cruel, not because he was wrong- but because he was mute. And the girl who ran away... was replaced by the only person who didn't get a choice. Her middle sister. They had spoken only once in childhood. Then life happened. Cities changed. Silences grew. Now, they're married. Not out of love. Not out of choice. But out of fate's twisted mercy. She speaks in storms. He listens in silence. And somewhere between broken families, buried trauma, and middle-class chaos- They must learn what it means to be heard without words... And loved without language. Because some love stories aren't loud. They're unspoken-yet still yours. ✿ TROPES ✿ ﹅romance rooted in silence, spice, and stolen glances 𖦹 Personal Assistant × Professor ☼ Maharashtra × Uttar Pradesh 𖤓 Non-brahmin × Brahmin ☀︎ Sunshine × Sunshine ❛ Elder son × Middle daughter ❜ 𓂃 Replaced bride ✧ Selectively mute male lead ⎯ Slow burn ❁ Desi household ⌕ Family drama (served daily) ☁︎ Soft romance ₊ Middle class love ⚘ Wounded past ✦ Indian romance - nostalgic & real

Meera Rajput, a middle-class interior designer, never imagined she'd find herself in the royal courts of Rajasthan. But when her older sister, Avni, runs away on her wedding day, Meera is forced to step into her sister's place as the bride of Vidyut Surywanshi, the cold and stoic King of Rajasthan. Vidyut, a powerful business tycoon with a tragic past, has never believed in love. His heart is locked away, and his focus is solely on his kingdom. But when Meera, a gentle yet strong woman, enters his life, she disrupts everything he thought he knew about himself. The sudden shift in his life and the bond he shares with Meera forces him to question his carefully constructed walls. As Meera adjusts to life as Rani Sa, she faces the weight of royal expectations, her own insecurities, and the complexities of a marriage built on duty rather than love. Despite the coldness of her new world, Meera's warmth and strength begin to thaw Vidyut's heart. His Rani Sa is a journey of love, sacrifice, and emotional discovery, where two souls bound by fate must choose whether to embrace the connection growing between them or remain prisoners of their pasts.

Standalone Novelᡣ𐭩 She was chaos in soft skin, a wildfire with a heartbeat. He was silence dressed in scars, a shadow that once believed in light. She spoke in storms and stardust, while he bled in silence and restraint. Two broken rhythms, destined to collide. In her laughter, he found ache. In his gaze, she found war. Love was never gentle with them- it was fierce, forbidden, and flawed. But in that ache, they found something divine. Something eternal. Something ethereal. Started on : 12 February, 2025 Ended on : 4 January, 2026