|𝑼𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒌𝒊 𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒆, 𝒋𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒉𝒐 𝒋𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆-𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒆, 𝒃𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒉𝒆.| 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝙷𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚖 𝚂𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, 𝚁𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚁𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚍 ,𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 ' 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 ' 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 '𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛' 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎.𝙾𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 . 𝑺𝒊𝒂 𝙰𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝙽𝙶𝙾 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚢 . 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚙

Orphanages; so many children, each carrying a story. Some whisper, "They abandoned me." Some weep softly, left alone by the roadside. Some scream in silence, "I was barely alive... I have no parents... I am lost." Every story hurts, doesn't it? But Maya... Maya was different. She found peace- not from the orphanage, nor from the well-meaning strangers around her, but from another little soul. Older, gentler, but never condescending. A boy. Maya swore she heard his name once: Ekansh. Week after week, they met. They laughed. They played. They promised to always remember each other. And then, three years later... He came, and she was gone. Adopted. He was told she had left. He told himself that some things happen for the best. That he would remember her. Even if he never said goodbye. But destiny had bigger plans for these two souls. Ten years later, they meet again. Will they remember? Will they recognize each other? Or has time changed everything?

•|𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 (Replaced Bride) 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘|• ✦ RITVIKA KAPOOR ✦ A girl who carries the sun in her smile and storms in her silence. She wasn't raised in riches, but she's richer than most-in love, in softness, in strength. A single mother at 24, her heart beats not just for herself, but for her little girl who calls her "Mumma." 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 is her language and 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 her comfort-she loves quietly, endures deeply. Every scar has a story, but she chooses not to tell them, only to live past them. She dreams of love, but doesn't expect it. She hopes for a miracle, yet walks through life with calm acceptance. She is a - ❝ Khud se zyada kisi aur ke liye jeene wali ladki. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ VIDYUT RAJVANSH ✦ His presence demands silence. A man built from shadows and steel. Cold eyes, sharp suits, and a reputation darker than the night. He's the kind of man who doesn't flinch at loss, and never looks back once he walks away. A CEO, a name whispered in fear, a heart hidden behind layers of pain and pride. Commitments? He avoids them. Emotions? He shuts them out. Children? He doesn't do soft things-until Tara calls him "Dadda." He doesn't believe in second chances, but somehow, Ritvika feels like the home he never had. He is a - ❝ Mohabbat se door bhaagne wala, lekin mohabbat mein doobta hua aadmi. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ Join the Journey of RITVIKA & VIDYUT 💗

His Angel is available on Wattpad only until 17 July 2026. After that, the book will be permanently moved to Scrollstack. "I can't believe you forgot to schedule that meeting, Raj!" he shouted into the phone, his voice cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. "This is the second time! If you can't handle your job, maybe I should find someone who can!" His words were harsh, each syllable dripped with irritation. His personal assistant stammered an apology, but Aarav was too enraged to listen. "You're fir-" he began, ready to fire him, but then the soft chime of Siya's payal reached his ears, cutting through his anger. It was a gentle sound, unlike the chaos of his work life, and it drew his attention away from the call. *************************************** Aarav Singh Rathore is a powerful 28-year-old CEO and ruler of Rajasthan. Known for being cold, rude, and quick to anger, Aarav is feared by everyone around him. He controls everything in his world, always protecting his family and making sure no one dares to disobey him. Siya Rajput is a sweet and caring 21-year-old who studies English Literature. Despite losing her parents and being treated poorly by her uncle and aunt, Siya stays positive and kind. However, she sometimes feels overwhelmed by her emotions, especially anger. When Aarav and Siya's worlds come together, will Aarav's cold heart soften? Or will Siya's gentle nature be tested by the challenges she faces?

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 × 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 Russian mafia×Indian girl Saanvi Tiwari♡ She is 20 years old, talkative and bubbly girl who argues like a child with everyone. In Banaras, there's not a single person she doesn't know. She's a kind-hearted soul who helps others, even in the smallest ways.She is the bright light of her family, bringing joy to everyone around her. Alexander Ivanov ♡ He is 29 years old russian mafia boss, who is extremely cruel to everyone except his family, always giving orders and getting whatever he desires, while being very possessive of his possessions.He never allowed the word "love" into his life and never humbled himself before anyone. Tropes: • Mafia Romance • Russian mafia and his brothers • Videsi • Desi x videsi • Age gap • He fell first, she fell harder

RUDRAKSHA SINGH RAJVANSH the name which is enough to make the entire Bhopal shudder down.The underworld Mafia king who doesn't think before killing someone with greek god body, handsome face,cold hearted, ruthless and the one who believes in no love.But somewhere even his heart beats for someone.His puchku.... AMRUTHA MITTAL a kind hearted, extremely innocent pure soul but life was always unfair to her.The innocent soul was tortured to such extent that she adapted a mental disorder which made her mind like a baby.A girl with lots of trust issues,filled with pain, broken,scared and a complete baby.Will someone become light in her Dark life? The story of two complete opposite people who are meant to be each other's solace but were forced to be separated.One who's life is filled with darkness while the other one who himself is the Darkness.How will these two go through the journey of love and obsession between the tornado of violence and cruelty? "He fell first...." "Both fell harder...." She is his solace. He is her only reason to live. She is his life. He is her everything. She is obsessive. He is possesive. She is his medicine. He is her protector. She loves him beyond life. He loves her beyond the world. She is living for him. He is ready to die for her. SHE IS ONLY HIS. HE IS ONLY HER. Let's dive in together to know their story....

𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈 •Will be taken down for further editing after completing 1M reads on this book• He is the sole heir to the mighty Suryavanshi Dynasty, the indomitable "Ayushman Suryavanshi." She is the eldest daughter of the esteemed Rajput Dynasty, the graceful "Arohi Rajput." And then there's Rishika Rajput, the youngest daughter of Rajput, whose fate is intricately woven into theirs. What will happen when Arohi is forced to step into the role of the bride, replacing Rishika? Will love blossom between them, or will fate rip them apart? Will Ayushman ever accept Arohi, or is something far more twisted lying in wait for them in the depths of their destiny? To uncover the truth, to see how their journey unfolds-don't miss a single moment of this tale. Follow their story to its breathtaking end! #4 in India (26.09.25) #5 in India (1.10.25) #1 in India (3.10.25) #4 in India (10.10.25)

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.