A simple story of two souls bound in arranged marriage. This is the story of Aarushi Thorat and Aditya Rathore. None of that glamour or glitz. Just a simple story involving two souls involving love, care, respect and understanding. Genre: Contemporary Romance / Indian Fiction Ranked #1 in understanding Ranked #4 in introvert Ranked #7 in comfort (Thanks to my readers!) Aditya Rathore is a software engineer who prefers silence over small talk. He is kind gentle and observant. Aarushi Thorat, a thoughtful biology teacher, finds comfort in quiet classrooms, rainy afternoons, and books she's read a hundred times. Both are introverts, both are content with their lives-and both are ready to be married. Not because they believe in the magic of first glances. But because they believe in stability, companionship, and showing up-for life, for family, for someone else, for their better halves. Their arranged marriage isn't filled with fireworks or cinematic gestures. There are no last-minute confessions or grand romantic speeches. Just two people with calm hearts and open minds, willing to build something steady. As they navigate shared meals, unspoken expectations, and the slow unraveling of their inner worlds, Aditya and Aarushi begin to discover that intimacy doesn't always need drama-and that love, when it arrives quietly, can be just as powerful. Perfect for readers who believe that real romance isn't always loud-it's often found in the soft, steady hum of two lives slowly becoming one. Introvert x Introvert Software Engineer x Biology Teacher

Trending #1 modernfairytale [6-12-2025] Book 2 The vows have been made.The secrets laid bare.But love doesn't just survive borders It must survive home. When Ananya walks into Rohan's world it's not just about being his wife it's about becoming a part of the legacy he carries, the chaos he's always tried to shield her from. She's no longer just the girl who met him across countries, heartbreaks ,distance and hotel rooms.Now she's his partner in a life that's far less glamorous... and far more real. But love real love begins after the honeymoon Phase ends.Because some stories don't end with 'I love you' they begin with'Will your family love me too?' She crossed oceans to be his. But what happens when love isn't enough to feel at home?Marriage was supposed to be the destination. But for Ananya, it feels like the beginning of a different kind of journey.Ananya finds herself in a world full of unfamiliar traditions, hidden expectations and unspoken rules. Living in his country, his house and his family. The love is still there she sees it in his eyes every night but home? That's something she hasn't felt since she left hers behind. Family drama..

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

He left her waiting for two years. No love. No goodbye. Not even a glance back. Now he's back to claim what's his. Lyra thought she could outrun the shadows - but some cages aren't built with walls. They're built with silence... and she never learned how to break free.

Highest Rankings:- #99 in Wattpad #26 in brides #66 in adultromance #16 in multicouple #195 in indianromance Mehrotra's are one of the most influential families in the country with five heirs who look after the empire. Despite being cousins, these five handsome young lads are the pillars of the household and the empire. Join their story as each one of them experiences a soul-soothing, heart-wrenching and forbidden kind of love. A love that will transcend time and boundaries... This story is about brotherhood, family, healing, passion, courage and most of all, LOVE! ************************************************************************************************ Note - The pictures, gifs and media referred in the story does NOT belong to me but to their respectful owners. There is no plagiarised content in the story. It will contain mature themes so reader discretion is advised.

#book1ofBrokenseries "She took her sister's place at the altar... and his heart burned with vengeance." The book contains mature content Violence and explicit scenes, so kindly read accordingly. #2India 17/9/25 #19 forcedmarriage #93 indianromance

I cradled him tenderly against my chest, his tears falling into the gentle folds of my kurta's neckline. "Nayan," I whispered. He only tightened his grasp on my waist, his silence speaking volumes. The thought of revealing my knowledge of his love, the woman who had long held my husband's heart, felt suffocating. But I remained silent, savoring the warmth of our first tender touch, our first embrace, as I held him to his vulnerability.

| Teenage romance book, the romance we all crave inside ya keh skte hai pehla pyaar | [#AVYAYXISHQI] (slow updates) Mohabbat ek ehsaas hai... aur kismat ek aisa khel jo us din shuru hua jab tumhari zindagi me woh aaya - school ka famous boxer, jise tum pehli nazar me hi "annoying" declare kar chuki thi. Woh tumhe chhedta, irritate karta, tumhare har baat ka ulta jawab deta- jaise tumhe tang karna uska full-time hobby ho. Aur tum? Tum har baar ignore karne ka natak karti, par uski stupid si smirk tumhari tabiiyat kharab kar deti. Tum dono bachpan ke dost nahi the. Ajeeb si situation me new friends bane, aur dheere-dheere ek-dusre ki life ka woh hissa jo kisi aur ko pata nahi tha. Woh - tough outside, soft inside, a boxer with fire in his fists and chaos in his heart... pehle gir gaya. Tumhari awkward smile pe, tumhare attitude pe, aur tumhare uss "shut up" wale moment pe jise dekhkar woh melt ho jaata tha. Aur tum? Tum tab girti ho jab realize karti ho ki jo ladka tumhe sabse zyada irritate karta tha, vah hi tumhara safest place ban chuka hai. He fell first. She fell harder. New friends → lovers Pretty × pretty annoying Jealousy, eye-contact fights, training ke baad uska tumhe dekhte hi soft ho jaana- sab kuch dosti se zyada ho chuka tha. 💔 THEIR STORY Ek aisi mohabbat jo cute bhi hai, chaotic bhi... rom-com bhi, aur dard-bhari bhi. Ek pyaar jiske beech society, fear, ego, heartbreak- sab kuch aa jaata hai. Will they survive this? Is this the end? Or are they written in destiny to find each other again? Let's find out together. Started: 4 June 2024 Status: Ongoing .................................... 📍 Instagram For updates & aesthetics: @lizcwre

1st book of 'Love and Pain Series' In her ninth grade, he was a senior at her school. He was not only her brother's classmate but also his best friend. She harboured feelings for him until that fateful day. On that day, she wept inconsolably, feeling utterly powerless. He was lost to her forever and would never return. There was nothing she could do to alter her destiny. With his departure, her joy and smile vanished as well. Now, it remains to be seen what fate has in store for her and for them. She was none other than Kiara Malhotra. . . #32 in crush (14 Apr 2024) #45 in lostlove #33 in suspense (25th mar 2024) #41 in #brothersbestfriend (31st mar 2024) #555 in romantic (21st mar 2024) #236 in past #839 in age gap #68 in coldhearted #92 in grumpy -------------------------------------------------------------- I invite you to give my story a chance, as I am new to this field and am putting forth my best effort to create a compelling narrative.

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