"If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please go to Wattpad. Thank you." ~ ~ HUSBAND ~ ~ "H e lifts me up when I am down U nderstands me like none other S upports my every dream B elieves in me no matter what A ccepts me, flaws and all N utures my heart and soul D arn near perfect" (Quote credit - HappyWivesClub.com) Rishab is one such husband to Madhubala. He is loving, caring, understanding and supportive to his wife. He helped her fight her fears. Well what are her fears? What caused her to fear? Will she ever over come her fears? Read this book to know more... --- Guys, its a simple love story... Yeah, simple love because the protagonists here easily found each other and fell in love without facing any heartbreak... but life after their marriage wasn't a cake walk for them. --- Winner of Wordzmith Awards - The Happiest Ending Ever Award!!! ? --- Cover credit - Sasanka (Thank you so much dear for this beautiful cover ❤)

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧. PS:- the female lead is a huge crackhead, come at your own risk. If you need a good brain rot, this place is for you. Kindly don't judge my other book on this alone. I was quite young then and have grown mentally and in my skills since then.

[[COMPLETED]] Go where your feet takes you Find what your heart looks for. No one is by your side. So the moon shall be your guide. ~•~•~ The moon was the only comfort she found, the only reassurance she could allow. The moon had shown her its soothing soft light, the only one who've seen her story. The only one who've heard of her silent cries. Elise Aubrie Winslow is a twelve year old girl. And the moon was the only thing she could rely on, the only thing she found as soothing despite the troubles she had. Nobody wanted to listen to her and so she closed her mouth for good. Nobody spared her a glance and so she was like a phantom wearing a mask to hide her screams and her quiet sorrowful wails. Nobody cared and so she learned on how to walk on her own, trying not to trip on her own two feet. Nobody understood her the way the moon did. But then she found them. And she felt like she was finally home. Like she finally knows where she truly belongs. And they stayed. They became her comfort. They became important. They became her home. Her family. Her moon. ____ Selenophilia (n) Loving the moon and finding it soothingly captivating.