She was the quiet kind of girl. Introverted. Observant. The "nerd" everyone overlooked. Soft-spoken, shy, and painfully innocent. Aneira's world was small ; books, silence, and one single person she trusted more than anyone: Veyan. Veyan was everything she was not. The most popular boy in college. Cheerful. Loud. Surrounded by friends. Smiles came easily to him, and so did attention. Yet, no matter how many people stood around him, his heart always searched for her. He loved Aneira deeply... But only as a friend. And Aneira? She loved him the way lungs love air. The day she gathered the courage to confess, fate was already waiting to break her. "I love someone," Veyan said before she could speak. "Your best friend... Annita." Her confession died on her tongue. Days later, his parents came to her house with a marriage proposal. Not for him. For her. And with trembling lips and a shattered heart, Aneira whispered the words no one expected: "I want to marry your other son. Not Veyan." That was the day love turned into silence. And friendship into the most beautiful kind of pain.

"From Deception to Love" - a story carved by Ishvari🤍. Where the river meets the ocean... and nothing remain the same. So here is the introduction of our Main Leadssss!!!! ♡Our Female Lead -♡ They call me silent. They call me simple. But do they know what I've been through? No, they don't. Yes, it's me Kashvi Goenka. The girl who changed her identity to run from a past everyone talks about but no one really knows. I love children. I care for animals. I find peace in silence, not in parties or noise. People respect me. They love me. But cross me? Hurt me? Then you'll meet the storm I keep hidden. I'm soft until someone gives me a reason not to be. I am Kashvi. And I surrender to no one. Except him. My Mr. Ocean. ◇And Now... Our Male Lead!!!◇ They call me ruthless. They call me a maniac. But do they know how much I've suffered? No, they don't. Then how can anyone decide my fate, when I'm the one who's created my own destiny? Yes, it's me Kairav Rajveer Mehrotra . Reserved. Composed. Cold. A man who talks less but observes more. I feel more but doesnt show. My past made me cold but not heartless. I love my family, silently, deeply, without words. People think I am made of stone. They are wrong. I learned that showing emotion is a weakness, this world doesnt deserve to see. I am Kairav. And I bow to no one. Except her. My Ms. River ♡ And when they collide, fire rises.... When the storm - which they left behind three years ago - comes knocking in their life doors, they meet again... not by the past but by their destiny in which they know they have to protect each other and save themselves even if falling in love isn't in their plan

This is the story of Rudransh Suryawanshi and Evira Sharma-two souls standing at opposite ends of the world, brought together by destiny's cruelly beautiful game. Rudransh Suryawanshi, the King of Rajasthan, is not just a name-it's a fear, a legacy . The CEO of Suryawanshi Industries, a powerful family empire, and the undisputed king of the underworld mafia. Handsome, arrogant, ruthless-his presence alone can silence a room. Cruel to the world, cold to emotions, he believes love is nothing but a distraction, a waste of time. His heart has been locked behind walls built of power, blood, and betrayal. Only his family and a few close ones but never show it. Evira Sharma, on the other hand, is simplicity wrapped in strength. A school teacher from a small village in Jharkhand, living quietly with her father. Sweet, caring, kind-hearted-she heals people with her words and warmth. She believes love has the power to fix even the most broken souls. But don't mistake her softness for weakness-hurt the ones she loves, and she can turn dangerous without a second thought. Their first meeting She looks at him and calls him everything possible- "Ullo ke bacche, gadhe, chapri, chirkut, akdu, badtameez ghada, pagal kutta, pagal gadha, buddhi se paidal, akal ka dushman..." And walks away without knowing who he really is. But something changes. For the first time in his life, Rudransh feels his heart recognize a rhythm it has never known. Her voice lingers. Her presence cracks the walls he spent years building around himself. The king who ruled fear begins to lose control-to one girl who isn't afraid of him at all. What happens when destiny decides to collide a ruthless mafia king with a village girl who believes in love? When power meets purity, darkness meets light, and fate refuses to let go? Join the journey of Rudransh and Evira-a story of love, destiny, wounds, and redemption-to find out what happens next.

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• She was once the heartbeat of the Rai Singhania mansion.The laughter that softened power.The smile that lit marble halls brighter than chandeliers. Siyaisha Rai Singhania-the youngest, the purest, the most loved. Five powerful brothers stood guard around her. A father who once called her his pride. A grandparents who worshipped her existence. Until one day... love turned lethal. A single accusation shattered everything. Her father's slap branded her a witch. Her brothers called her shameless, a disgrace, a stain. Her dance ,her devotion, her soul, was dragged through filth. They said she danced to seduce men. The poison had a name-Darika A sweet face hiding venomous jealousy. She didn't want a place in the family- she wanted Siyaisha's place. Lies were whispered. Proofs were planted. Trust turned to hatred. And one stormy night, Siyaisha was thrown out of her home. No evidence. No voice.truth unheard. EIGHT YEARS PASSED. Eight years of pain, survival, and rebirth. Now she's back. Not as the naïve princess they broke but as a woman forged in fire. Unbreakable. Fearless. Untouchable. She no longer needs their love. She no longer needs their name. Because now-she is her own empire. When the broken daughter returns to the family that destroyed her... Will they realised the truth? will they beg for forgiveness? Or face the storm they created? Siyaisha is back. And this time-she's not here to be accepted. She's here to conquer. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 2 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔❥ "Don't you have any shame?! You are getting married in few hours and here you are with some other woman." "You are not some other woman! You are mine, my woman!" "No, I'm not. I won't be your secret, your mistress. That's why I've decided, I'm leaving Rajgarh. For good." "Don't you dare! Or I will hunt you down from anywhere in the world" ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Abhimanyu Singh Rathore and Kashmira Chauhan were never friends. Childhood rivals, bitter enemies, constantly bickering yet strangely inseparable. But something shattered between them four years ago. No goodbyes, no explanations, just silence. However, fate intervened and united them unexpectedly. Their paths crossed when Kashmira arrived in Rajgarh, his realm. The emotions they had long suppressed began to resurface, complicating their ability to remain apart. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Join me in the journey of Abhimanyu and Kashmira to know if their love can survive or not. Will these enemies ever turn into lovers?

Kuhu looked at the portrait hung on the wall, the smile on her face becoming increasingly strained with each passing moment. She shifted her attention to her brothers, hoping for some solace. They were all smiling and talking, admiring the woman in the portrait who also happened to be THEIR mother. Only their mother. She turned to leave the living room, completely unnoticed. Her footsteps echoed in the empty alley, her heartbeat even louder. As she closed the door behind her, tears gushed to her eyes of their own accord. She didn't know why, she didn't know how...but her feet carried her to the most overlooked drawer of her closet. Inside a forgotten personal diary lay a crippled photograph. One that would never find it's way to the living room. One that was destined to always remain a photograph and never a portrait. Her mother. Only her mother. It was a gift from the most vile woman she had known in life. One who surpassed even her bua ji. Her maasi. She had gifted her the picture nearly 5 years back. Not as her mother's remembrance but as a reminder of her legacy. She brought the photo close to her chest and whispered, "I love you, mumma." .... "This is your legacy, Kian. Your destiny was carved long before your first breath. You were never meant to walk the same path as your brothers. Your purpose is far greater than theirs." the man said, his eyes gentle despite the sharpness in his words. Kian didn't flinch. "I will never become what my brothers chose not to be." he said stiffly, conviction brimming in his eyes. "Even at the cost of those same brothers' life?" the gentleness was gone. All he could see was a devilish, threatening glint. Kian's jaw clenched. "A pest like you can't even touch my brothers!" The man chuckled. "Pests are underrated, Kian. They move unseen, untamed, untraced and thus...they know much more than they must." "Whatever that means?" "That means..." the man stepped closer. "You know the Devil more than anyone else." ⁂

A mafia siblings book with a love interest as the two central themes. -- Katerina is a 15-year-old girl who has been abused by her mother for as long as she can remember. As time goes on, the worst years of her life seem neverending, and she can only take so much more; even with the help of a close friend, she struggles to remain true to herself. After the death of her mother and stepfather, Katie learns that she is not alone in the world, having thought for years that she had no other family other than the she-devil that called herself Kat's mother. Most surprising of all is when she learns of the brothers who had been searching for her for the past decade. -- Will Kate finally be able to overcome her dark past and love again, or will she stay cold and closed off from the world forever? Will her brothers finally be able to break down the walls that she has spent years building? Or will they push her to her limits, breaking her beyond repair? - Excerpts: Sebastiano's POV: "Sometimes I feel like my life is a lie," she mumbles, leaning her head against my shoulder. "I like to act tough, but most of the time, that act is just to hide how broken I truly am." - Katerina's POV: "It's not your job to protect me!" I exasperate, trying to pull my arm away. Instead, he grabs both of my arms firmly, yet gently, pulling me towards him. "My brothers smother me enough as it is," I grumble under my breath, tugging away from him pointlessly as his grip on my arms never falters. "I realize that it isn't my job to protect you, Katie, but I want it to be," he declared, meeting my gaze. ----------- ⚠️TW: List on Chapter 0 This is a mafia story after all... Disclaimer: I do not own any of the photos used. They are all from Pinterest, and all translations are from Google Translate. The videos are from YouTube. Started Sept. 19, 2022 Ended: ONGOING Top Rankings: #1 Teenagers #2 Brothersbestfriend #5 littlesister #6 overprotective #10 reunited #10 Cassandra #13 abus

A cliché story about mother remarry into the richest family. Getting step brothers and family. if u read this much and still interested then..... This story is about how a girl who is too withdrawn to herself because of past trauma.Only have her mother,who is about to get married.And thus she is about to get not juts a step father and brother, but also 2 more mother figures and father figures and totally 8 older brothers. and its about how they bring her real confident self. i told u it's cliche. no romance between brother and sister. pure sibling love. There will be mention of sexual abuse and harassment related words and scenarios. this is my first time writing. Not that interested in writing. but i read wattpad to escape reality. so this is also something to escape reality. English is not really my language so there will be grammatical mistakes. And also i don't know much about indian culture. So the place may have real world name but it have imaginary features. Sorry...... So don't go for logic in the palces and all. and since my goal is to escape reality my story will also be like that. i will try to finish the story fastly since I'm not invested in it. so i welcome those of nearly my same mindset who wants to escape reality.by reading wattpad.

꧁❀~☞ •°:༺🎀༻ 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕚 ༺🎀༻:°• ☜~❀꧂ Ⓣⓗⓔⓘⓡ ⓛⓘⓣⓣⓛⓔ ⓟⓡⓘⓝⓒⓔⓢⓢ ❖ He was staring at her, and she looked back at him with her big doe eyes, Tears welled up in her beautiful hazel eyes Without any hesitation, he gently pulled her into a hug "Calm down, Princess see? Your Papa is alright," he said, softly stroking her hair "N-no yo-you ar-are ly-lying y-you a-are no-not we-well" she said between hiccups She hugged him tightly, like if she let go, he would disappear ❖ She looked at them....confused, not understanding why they were laughing at her Mr. Handsome "Why are you all making fun of Mr. Handsome? You shouldn't do that, you all know Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said, her lips forming into a pout "How do you know if he's God's favorite or not?" his son asked, half-teasing "Because he has seven babies and Nanimaa used to say that when God is happy with someone, He gives them a baby....If He's really happy, he gives one more, and God is very happy with Mr. Handsome...That's why God gave him seven babies... that's why Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said innocently They all looked at her...and then at her Mr. Handsome... And burst into laughter... ❖ He is her Mr. Handsome🕊 -her saviour -her protector -and her home. 𓆩♡𓆪 She is his daughter🦋 -his jaan -his angel -and his life. ✤❀✤ 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 ⚠️DO NOT COPY MY WORK ⚠️

Dane always said love was like a puzzle: you start with the edges, build a frame, and trust the rest will fall into place. For years, he and Callidora fit perfectly, until his loyalty to his late friend's little sister became the missing piece that didn't belong. What began as compassion twisted into late-night calls, quiet rescues, and promises he had no right to make. When Calli reaches her limits, his apologies are desperate, his love real, but the picture they'd built together had already been pulled apart. Can Dane convince Calli that the picture they once started is still worth finishing, or has their puzzle already fallen apart for good?