Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, curvy, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?

"He was feared by all... but he only melted when she looked at him with those tear-filled sea green eyes." 𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 × 𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 She wants to escape. He wants to own her. But fate? It wants them tangled-forever. A dark romance where obsession meets fear, pain meets healing, and love... comes in the form of a monster. #1 cold #1 indiastory #1 wattpadindia #1 loveaftermarriage #2 love #2 indian #3 desi #4 darkromance #4 fictionalcharacters #6 ceo

🪞 #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟎𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 She wasn't saved. She was handed over quietly, cruelly, like a secret no one wanted to keep. Nitya was soft. Too soft for a world that carved love out of manipulation and called it care. Raised under a roof where tenderness was twisted and silence was survival, she learned that obedience was the only way to stay invisible. Especially when your own mother becomes the mask behind your undoing. So when Nitya is married off, not for love, not even for tradition, but for control she doesn't protest. She folds. Like she always has. Avayan didn't ask for her. He's all edges and ice unreadable, untouchable, and emotionally void. He only said yes because it was expected of him. But something changes in the stillness. Moments pass. And in between the ones where she's breaking quietly are the ones where someone stays. Not to rescue her. Not to hold her. Just to remain. And somehow, between the words left unsaid and the glances not meant to linger, a slow, aching tenderness begins to rise not loud, not sudden but real. This isn't a story of perfect love. This isn't a story of grand gestures or sudden passion. It's a slow, haunting unraveling - of a girl who was barely even hers, Yet, in a marriage built on duty, can desire turn into something more? Can Nitya find the courage to claim her place beside the man who teases and torments her with a tenderness she never knew she craved? And will Avayan, who never believed in love, realize that she was meant to be his all along? A slow-burning tension, stolen moments, and a love that was never supposed to happen-but refuses to be ignored. A quiet beginning. A burning middle. A love that doesn't save her- but teaches her how to choose herself, and him, at the same time. And the man who unknowingly teaches her how to belong to herself.

Vaishnavi didn't leave Dev to escape him. She left because staying was killing her slower. Separation was supposed to be peace. It became war. Quiet. Invisible. Inevitable. Inside the Rathore mansion, she isn't a princess anymore. Not a daughter. It's not a mistake that can be corrected. She's a trigger. A walking fault line. Every corridor whispers her past. Every shadow feels like it's watching her bleed in silence. She lives in a house that once worshipped her name and now pretends she never existed. And far away-yet dangerously close-Dev feels it. The distance doesn't soften him. It sharpens him. The man who once restrained himself for her is losing his patience with mercy. His aura coils are dark and controlled, burning beneath the surface like magma waiting for a fracture. Every lie the Rathores swallowed. Every truth, Vaishnavi stitched into her silence. Every wound she never named. He feels them all. Because she is no longer shielded by his shadow. And he is no longer protecting the world from himself. This isn't heartbreak. It's a fuse. Because Dev without Vaishnavi is not calmer. He is deadlier. And Vaishnavi without Dev is not safer. She is unguarded. Secrets don't stay buried when two empires breathe the same air. Blood remembers. Trauma leaks. Truth claws its way out. Every step Vaishnavi takes inside that house rewrites the past. Every breath Dev takes outside, it promises destruction. They are still bound. Not by proximity. Not by vows. Not by words. But by a bond, violent enough to burn kingdoms once it snaps back into place. And when they collide again- It won't be emotional. It won't be gentle. It won't be merciful. It will be a reckoning. Because what's coming next isn't love. It's inevitable. 🔥

Adirath Singh Rathore × Sanskriti Sharma Healed Hearts Series: Book 2 Can Be read as Standalone Adirath Singh Rathore, the Hukum of Rajasthan. A king feared by men and obeyed by institutions, Adirath lives by unbreakable rules forged by witnessing cruelty within his own family. He despises lies, refuses emotional dependence, and believes love is a weakness capable of destroying order. Sanskriti Sharma, a girl blamed for her mother's death, starved of affection, denied safety, and surrounded by men who either ignored her suffering or exploited it - learns early that survival means becoming invisible. Her only protectors are her brother, Rohan, and her nani. And when her nani dies, the last shield disappears. Their worlds collide through fate and force. The first time he sees her, something primal awakens inside him - an instinct to claim, to protect, to make her his own. He forces her into marriage. It is a story about power being undone by gentleness - and a woman learning that love does not have to be earned through suffering.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

Samayara - who walk the aisle having no other options because her sister ran away from her own marriage Aarav - the groom who once had a heartbreak, now his own bride ran away and was unaware of the person who was sitting beside him in the mandap under the veil. ▪️What will happen when a girl who belonged to a middle class family who were orthodox and conservative, forces her to marry her sister's fiance.? ▪️What will happen when the groom got to know that the bride who was sitting beside him was a replaced one.? ▪️Will she be accepted by him and her in-laws.? ▪️Will she be able to make her place in their hearts. ? Let's see where their destiny take them.!

She "Abhinav..." He "Yes, my love" #Book- 1 in OBSESSION series Trope- Contract marriage Genera- Romantic suspense • Abhinav × Jhanvi • CEO × Artist • Sin × Purity • Hatred to Obsession • Replaced bride • Contract • Forced Proximity • Age gap Abhinav Singh Raichand He is a sin in suit. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable---he is a man who doesn't believe in love, only control. Every move is calculated, every word measured, and emotions are nothing but a distraction. But beneath the sharp suits and icy stares lies a man who is slowly unraveling, falling for the one person he was never supposed to. "Love is a weakness. And I don't bleed for weakness." -- Abhinav Singh Raichand Jhanvi Deshmukh She is divine, untouched by the world's sin. Graceful, grounded, and quietly fierce---she's the kind of woman who doesn't need to raise her voice to be heard. Rooted in tradition, led by devotion, and brave in silence, she believes in the eternal love of Radha and Krishna. But destiny puts her in the path of a man who believes in nothing at all---and somehow, she becomes the only thing he can't control. "Love isn't weakness. Radha loved Krishna without promises, without possession, yet her name lives beside his for eternity."--Jhanvi Deshmukh. Started on- 28th June Ended on-

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.