Unforgettable Series #1 High school sweethearts were supposed to last forever, or so I thought when I married Wilson McConnell. Some pains in life are that terrific, something you wouldn't wish upon your greatest enemy. The betrayal of a person who you thought was your soulmate was one of them. He could beg, explain, justify, grovel and pay for his sins. I could be angry, listen to him, get annoyed, have pity and sympathise with him. What he couldn't do was make anything the same or better, ever again! What I couldn't do was ever take him back! In the end there's only just one question left, How Could You?

Two strangers One unwanted marriage. Now, fate binds them together in an arranged marriage neither asked for. He wants nothing from this relationship-no love, no emotions, only silence. She still dares to hope, to believe that maybe... love can return. Between cold stares, painful pasts, and unspoken feelings, their story unfolds. A journey from betrayal to trust, from distance to desire, from strangers to soulmates. Because sometimes, the love we stop searching for... finds us again.

I gave him my body. My trust. My heart. He gave them a show. For five years, Yug was mine - my first love, my only heartbreak, my stupid forever. I trusted him with everything, even the night he asked to record us. "Just for me," he'd said. "Safe with me." And I believed him. Until I heard his teammates talking. Until I heard the words they used for me. Slut. Perfect tits. That tight little pussy. Pornstar moans. They watched me. They laughed at me. Now, the man who once worshipped me is on his knees, begging for a second chance. But how do you forgive someone who broke you in places even you can't reach anymore? This isn't just a story about love. It's about the ashes that remain after trust burns away.

Everyone in the city knew Kabir Rathore. Not by his face- but by his name spoken in whispers. He controlled ports, money routes, men who didn't ask questions. He wasn't loud. He wasn't cruel for fun. His power came from silence-and from the fact that no one ever saw him lose control. Until Aanya. She wasn't part of his world. A simple girl-soft voice, cotton dupatta, eyes that still believed people were good. She worked in a small bookstore near the old market, unaware that the street she crossed every day belonged to him. One wrong night . One wrong place . She witnessed something she wasn't meant to. Kabir didn't threaten her. Didn't raise his voice. Didn't touch her. She lived in his house like a shadow- safe, watched, untouched. He never entered her room. Never asked questions. Never explained himself. But he made sure: No one scared her. No one raised a voice near her. No blood ever crossed her sight. At night, Aanya would hear gunshots far away. In the morning, Kabir would sit across from her at breakfast, sleeves rolled up, hands clean, eyes unreadable. "You're not afraid of me?" he asked once. She swallowed. "I am," she said honestly. "But I think you're afraid of yourself more." That was the first crack. Kabir had built his life on control. And she-without trying-was undoing it. He started coming home earlier. Violence made him restless instead of calm. Her presence felt dangerous... not because she was weak- -but because she was good. And good things didn't survive in his world. The city called him a monster. She saw a man who stood between her and darkness- even when he himself was the darkness.

Ishaani never imagined her father's debt would chain her to a man like Rashvik Singhania - Delhi's most feared mafia and the heartless CEO everyone whispered about. He married her, yes... but not for love. He called it a deal, a mortgage, a punishment for her father's helplessness. For weeks, she lived in the cold marble mansion where no one dared to speak without his permission. Rashvik didn't look at her as a wife - only as a reminder of a debt he owned. His rules were sharp, his silence louder than his anger. But as time passed, Ishaani's kindness started breaking through the walls he built around his soul. He hated her smile because it made him feel. He hated her tears because it made him weak. And just when Ishaani thought she had finally seen the human in the monster... she learns the truth - Rashvik had never planned to keep her. Their marriage was set to expire in one month - and he had already signed her away. But when the day comes for him to let her go... he can't.

A marriage of convenience. A heart never meant to be involved. When Clara Evans loses her sister, she'll do anything to protect her niece-even marry a man who doesn't believe in love. Alexander Graves is cold, powerful, and emotionally unreachable. To him, marriage is a contract, not a promise. Their union is meant to be simple: shared custody, shared space, no feelings involved. But living with a man who touches her without tenderness and walks away without regret slowly breaks Clara in ways she never expected. And when she stops hoping, stops asking, and starts choosing herself, Alexander realizes the truth too late- The woman he never meant to love is the one he's about to lose. A slow-burn, emotionally intense romance about sacrifice, silence, and learning the cost of taking love for granted.

Hadiya Hafiz was asked by her brother to marry his best friend; Daivik Dewan. Hadiya had suffered all her life and she had no hope with this marriage either. Meanwhile, Daivik agreed to marry her out of pity. What will happen when he gets to know about her wife's past which had nothing but pain? How far will he go to save her from her demons? Will he ever be able to love her or she'll always remain uncherished?

[ Political Heir × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

Revenge was his mission. But fate handed him something far more dangerous-desire. Saksham Pratap Singh has spent years building his empire, fueled by a singular purpose: revenge. His enemy who destroyed everything Saksham once held dear, and now, it's time to make him pay. But vengeance takes an unexpected turn when Saksham lays eyes on her-a girl with fire in her eyes and secrets stitched into her silence. She's everything he never expected... and the one thing he can't resist. He kidnaps her under the cover of night, right before her brother's helpless eyes, binding her in a contract that screams punishment. But the more he tries to break her, the more she haunts him. Who is Misti Roy really? A pawn in a ruthless game-or the wildcard who might just destroy him? In this twisted tale of obsession, betrayal, and burning chemistry-love isn't the only thing at stake.

He was my first love. My only weakness. My greatest mistake. Adrian Blackwell - billionaire, media darling, heartbreaker. I gave him everything. He gave me betrayal. Three years later, fate throws us into the same room again. Same city. Same fire. Same unfinished love. But this time... I won't be the girl who begs. And he won't walk away untouched ------ I am so glad you all are enjoying my story.😊It means soo much, as I am a new writer, who just started writing .