He married her. He loved someone else. She loved only him. Seven years of marriage. One child. Zero confessions. When the woman he once loved returns, everything Suhani tried to bury threatens to resurface. The truth. The heartbreak. The night that changed everything. But sometimes, love doesn't come with fireworks. Sometimes, it waits in silence-until the moment you finally look back. We hit ✨ #1 India #1 angst #1 angstwithhappyending #1 trending #1 arrangedmarriage #1 secondchances #1 adorable #1 emotionalromance #1 marriage-of-convenience #1 loveaftermarriage #1 unrequited love #1 trianglelove #1 exgf #1 hidden love #1 heartbreaking #2 slowburnromance #2 grovel #2 familysecrets #2 slowburn #2 marriagedrama #2 desi #3 lovetriangle #3 other woman #4 womensfiction #5 pregnancy #6 adorable #7 Wattpad #7 womanpower #8 forcedmarriage #9 selfdiscovery © Kiara Gilbert. All rights reserved. This work is protected under DMCA and international copyright law. Do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt any part of this story without explicit written permission. Unauthorized use will result in immediate DMCA takedown notices, reporting, and, if necessary, legal action. I appreciate every genuine reader, please respect the time, effort, and creativity that went into this work.a-

Giovanni is a dangerous man. He sells with mafia men in between raising his teenage daughter. One night he's called to a warehouse where a special gift awaits him. She's beautiful, and a survivor. He gives her an ultimatum: she can come with him and live-or he'll kill her. In the wrong place at the wrong time, Sienna has no desire to die. She sees a lifeline in Giovanni and would rather go with him than risk an even worse fate. Once in his world, Sienna sees a whole new side to the deadly man. Their relationship takes a sudden turn. She becomes Giovanni's in every sense of the word. Passion drives them, need fuels them-but neither of them could have prepared for the change in their lives. However, Giovanni's gift is about to be taken from him. Someone wants his crown, and if taking Sienna gets them what they want, they'll do exactly that. It's a race against time to save the woman he loves.

Emily: The man I like has a dual personality. He hates me during the day, but says he misses me at night. Then I got pregnant. Cayden: I have a personality disorder? Another personality is addicted to sex? Impossible. That woman must be lying to me and wants to use the child in her belly to compete for my family's inheritance.

Aira never wanted romance. She wanted residency, respect, and a life built on faith - not fantasy. Until a rain-soaked night shift introduced her to Dr. Zayan Mirza, the man who looked composed but held chaos in his chest. Their love grows not in haste, but in softness - chai shared at 3 A.M., stolen glances across ECG monitors, duas whispered instead of confessions. When Nikkah comes, it isn't the climax - it's the beginning. This is not a love story where hearts fall recklessly. It's where two souls fall correctly. A gentle Muslim romance with hospital nights, shy smiles, and a forever built one prayer at a time. AIRA ANSARI • Age: 24 • Profession: MBBS Resident / ER Medical Officer • Personality: calm yet sarcastic, intelligent, emotionally soft but strong, observant, values modesty & growth • Arc: learns to embrace love without losing herself - love as support, not replacement • Weakness: overthinks, hides her feelings • Strength: empathetic, hardworking, spiritually grounded ZAYAN MIRZA • Age: 28 • Profession: Cardiologist / Senior Medical Resident • Personality: composed, sharp intellect, calm exterior with suppressed depth, protective but respectful • Arc: allows himself to feel, to be vulnerable, to choose softness without fear • Weakness: shuts down emotions to avoid pain • Strength: loyal, gentle leader, emotionally safe partner Together they grow - not perfect, but aligned. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"𝒎𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒓, 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓" +++ Muntazir • मुंतज़िर • منتظر ~ one who waits. +++ Zaviyar Agha had everything in the palm of his hand except for one thing, or better yet, one person. While Ariha on the other hand, for her, life was beautiful. She had it all, perfect parents, perfect friends, and perfect life. Everyone loved her, and it wasn't difficult to fall in love with her but there was one person who loved her a little more than anyone else, waiting for her to see him like he saw her, But what to do, one is clueless and one is waiting to express his love to his clueless sweetheart. +++

1900s, North India. The grandeur of a zamindar's haveli hides passions too dark for society to accept. Raghuveer Singh, the forty-year-old zamindar, commands fear and respect. A man of discipline and restraint to the world-yet behind closed doors, he visits courtesans to silence the hunger his body cannot tame. It was he who once refused to marry the young village girl, suggesting she wed his reckless brother instead. But fate is cruel. When tragedy strikes, Gauri enters his household-barely eighteen, newly blossomed, her body carrying the glow of youth, her beauty ripening into womanhood. He tries to look away, but every curve, every shy glance, every innocent touch ignites an ache he cannot control. And she, despite the chain of marriage, desires the very man who denied her once-the man twice her age, the master of the haveli. Now, within walls where scandal can destroy generations, they are drawn together by need, by sin, by hunger. But can a forbidden fire survive in a world ruled by tradition? Can she embrace the man she should never crave? And can he resist the temptation that threatens to consume them both?

"𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇." They told me her name would bring influence. That her bloodline would open doors no campaign ever could. That marrying her would tie me to the minister whose word sways cabinets and commands kings. I was twenty-two, hungry and unshaken- A 𝒢𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓏𝒾 by name, born of legacy and cold-blooded business. So I agreed. To the alliance. To the girl. 𝒜𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾. She was fifteen when they marked her as mine. Eighteen when we signed the nikkah. I never saw her-only the tremble of pale fingers, and the quiet grace in her signature beside mine. And then I left. Now, at the brink of becoming the youngest Chief Minister this state has ever seen, they say it's time to complete the picture. Time for her rukhsati. Time to claim the girl I never forgot to remember. She's the granddaughter of a man who could make me king. And somehow, she's also the one thing in this game that feels... undeserved. And now she's waiting. And I don't know if I'm ready. Because what do men like me know of worthiness, when all we've ever known is conquest?

The story is set in early 1990s in a rural area. A bond is formed due to the promise of honour and respect. A marriage out of necessity and maybe a little bit of obsession. A girl filled with the hope of love and a guy completely enamored by her. How will their life unfold? ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It is inspired by the serial named "Begusarai". But only inspired, the story is completely mine. As I said before this is based in a rural area so am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

1950s India-where duty outweighs desire, and love is a luxury few can afford. Aadhya, a timid yet resilient young woman, is wedded to Kaustubh Singh, a cold and ambitious IAS officer. Their marriage is not built on love but on duty, tradition, and societal expectations. While Kaustubh buries himself in files, power, and the rigid structure of his profession, Aadhya is left behind in the shadows of a grand yet loveless home, silenced by the weight of unspoken words. But silence is never empty-it echoes. As secrets unfold, as stolen glances turn into something deeper, will Kaustubh ever see the woman standing right beside him? Or will Aadhya remain just a name in his life, never a place in his heart? A tale of unfulfilled vows, aching loneliness, and a love that may come too late...