Ananya Raichand was never supposed to sit in that mandap. She was just a 21-year-old architecture student, living a life full of dreams, sketches, and silent prayers for her family's happiness. But when her elder sister ran away hours before the wedding, Ananya did the unthinkable - she stepped into her place. For her family's honor. For her parents' tears. For a name that meant everything. And just like that, she became Mrs. Ananya Shekhawat - the wife of a man who never chose her. Rajveer Shekhawat, 29. CEO. Cold. Ruthless. Emotionally unavailable. A man betrayed at the altar and forced to marry the younger sister of the woman who humiliated him. He doesn't speak to her. Doesn't look at her. But somehow... can't seem to ignore her. A marriage born out of chaos. A girl who gave up her dreams. A man who can't escape his past. Will love ever find a place between the cracks?

"I'll take a shower and we can sleep on the bed. If you're okay with it, because I'm not sleeping on the couch." "You don't have to. I'll sleep in-" "The couch?" Kabir interrupted me, "Sure." I scoffed. "In the bed," I clarified, brushing off the showy nuptial decorations from the bed. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ In the grand Rajput household, 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 struggles to connect with his young son, Mihir, after the tragic loss of his wife. As his family seeks a suitable bride for Kabir, fate intervenes at a birthday party, unveiling a surprising connection that challenges their traditions and beliefs. Amidst this, 𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 and Payal's intertwined destinies bring a new light to the Rajput dynasty, weaving a tale of love, family, and unexpected bonds. •||𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: Single Parent, Desi Romance, Widow, Second Chance at Love, Arrange marriage, Healing Through Love, Mystery & Second Marriage||•

Once, there was a boy who loved with all his heart. A love so simple, so pure - the kind that blooms in school corridors and ends with promises written in notebooks. He was a boy who longed for the love he lost - a father gone too soon, a heart half-empty. And when she came, he finally felt safe. But safety turned into fear... Fear of losing her, fear that his love itself was a curse. His love grew possessive - and her wings broke beneath it. One day, she left forever... And with her, she took the last piece of him. Years later, he married - not for love, but for duty. A woman who deserved the world... but was tied to a man whose heart belonged to a grave. Now, two souls live under one roof - one haunted by the past, and the other punished for a love she never received. This isn't a tale of love found - it's a story of love surviving - in silence, in distance, in pain.

"I just... I hope we can at least try to understand each other with time and make this marriage work" I said to him, I know he's still not asleep. Then I continued, "I don't know how to behave in this new home... so if I ever do something wrong just tell me okay?" Still no response. "I know this marriage wasn't much of your decision... but I'll still respect it. If there's anything you want me to change, just tell me- Before I can complete my sentence, he got up from his bed, turned the light from the lamp again and said to me while pointing his finger, "Let me make this one thing very clear. Don't keep any kind of expectations from me. There will be no love in this marriage. I married you only because my daughter needs a mother - nothing else" In his cold tone he continued, "Whatever you expect from a husband... I can't give you. Don't look for warmth where there isn't any. Don't misunderstand this arrangement as something emotional. I'm not here to build a relationship. You'll have love in this house, Noorain... but not in my heart. Don't make the mistake of waiting for it. Ayla is the only reason you are here. Don't attach anything else to this marriage", once he was done with whatever he said, he was breathless. Turning the light off again he turned his back to me and slept. ━⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅━ #1 women empowerment #1 secondchanceatlove #9 wattpad story #60 wattpad #961 love

"You think John would've ever made you feel like this?" I asked darkly, lips brushing her nipple as my fingers circled her again. "You think he would've claimed you like I will?" She whimpered. And when I pushed two fingers inside her, her knees buckled. "Say it," I demanded. "Say you're mine." She shook her head, biting her lip. "I hate you." "Then hate me while I fuck you," I snarled, lifting her up with one arm under her thighs and carrying her to the bed of straw and soft woven sheets they'd laid out like a royal gift. I laid her down like a queen, but I wasn't here to worship. Not tonight. I was here to destroy. ❀.•°°•.✿.•°°•.❀ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭. A chaotic 20-year-old girl. A 38-year-old billionaire with a past soaked in blood. And one forest mistake that ended in a forced tribal marriage. She thought she'd drive him crazy. He thought he'd never fall. But fate had a different game- one with bullets, betrayals, and a heartbeat that refused to stop. When love becomes war, and death becomes a lie... 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢? ___________________________________________ ⚠️HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT | 18+⚠️ ⚠️ Spicy scenes ahead. 18+ only. Fully consensual & guideline-friendly.🔞 Started : 18 April 2025 Ended : 2 June 2025

"You took advantage of my naivety!" she whispered slowly. "What advantage? This marriage has caused me nothing but loss! A stupid move I made because of pity." He let the frustration out after holding it in for 3 years, slightly regretting as the girl's mouth slightly wide opened in shock. "I'm very grateful for your favour, Hazem Gilani. Feel free to end this marriage since I no longer need your pity." ------------- A story revolving a young woman who had been married to a man who was 11 years her senior. Not only that, he was also a ruthless politician. She didn't think much of it until 3 years passed and the man showed no kind of emotions towards her, and little to no talk. --- !! SLOW BURN [COMPLETED- will be taken down after the epilogueis posted]

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨

He was the selenophine, she was the moon. Akshara Choudhary A tiny, wide-eyed 21-year-old girl, 5'4" tall and in her 3rd year of medical school, in white cotton, anklets tinkling like wind chimes. Orphaned at two, she knows her parents only from one faded photo. Her aunt's slaps leave red prints on her cheeks, yet Akshara smiles softly, murmurs "Kanha ji knows", and folds every hurt into quiet prayers. Simple plaits, small silver studs, and a heart that trusts karma completely-she endures hunger, chores, and cruelty with the innocence of a child who believes every tear is counted in heaven. Siddarth Sherawat He towers 6'4", 29, CEO of Sherawat Industries, a blade of muscle and midnight fury. Obsidian eyes freeze souls; arrogance crowns a heart shattered when his wife traded their newborn for richer blood. Love is poison, marriage a grave. Only Aditya-two years old, tear-streaked, craving a mother's ghost-melts the devil's ice. He'd burn worlds for that boy's smile, yet every bedtime fails to fill the void. Cross him and bleed. Love him and face claws guarding a broken storm.

⋆˚✿˖°𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⋆˚✿˖° 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ˚ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐲! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡, 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫... 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫? 𝐃𝐢𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.... ‎♡‧₊˚ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 ‎♡‧₊˚ #Darkromance #secondmarriage #singlefather#desiroma

The late-night cries of a six-month-old baby echoed softly through the dimly lit apartment. Amid the stillness, Meera sat on the edge of the bed, gently rocking her daughter in her arms. Her eyes, heavy with exhaustion, held a kind of love only a mother could understand-selfless, patient, unwavering. The world outside moved on-cars honked, alarms rang, people rushed-but for Meera, time stood still in that tiny nursery. Her husband, Rohit, hadn't come home yet. Again. She glanced at the clock. 12:47 a.m. Another "late-night meeting," he had said. Another night she whispered lullabies alone. She pressed a soft kiss to her daughter's forehead and tried not to let her heart feel the cold emptiness beside her. "This is just a phase," she told herself. "He's just stressed. Things will be better soon." But deep down, beneath layers of denial and devotion, a part of her already knew-something had changed. And soon, her world would never be the same again.