𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚 never imagined that her first year of college would begin with a marriage she wasn't prepared for... And definitely not with 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 - the campus heartthrob, gym freak, extrovert, and the boy every girl dreams of. She is shy, soft, and chubby. He is bold, confident, and terrifyingly handsome. Two opposites. One unexpected marriage. A secret that no one in campus can know. But the more they hide... the closer they fall. Because sometimes, your stranger husband becomes the only person your heart chooses. Tropes: • Arranged marriage • Secret marriage • Sunshine × Grumpy • College romance • Age gap • Possessive ML • Shy FL • Slow burn • Forced proximity • Hidden relationship ⚠️ Warnings: • Mature themes • Slowburn romance • Jealous/Possessive moments • Family drama • Light emotional scenes

He left without looking back. She left carrying a truth that could change everything. Two years ago, Arjun Malhotra broke Nisha Sharma's heart and disappeared into a world of luxury, power, and cold silence. What once felt like forever ended with misunderstandings, ego, and words neither of them could take back. Now fate throws them together again. When Nisha unknowingly accepts an interior design project for the Malhotra Hotel Empire, she comes face to face with the man she never stopped loving - the same man who is now her boss. But Arjun doesn't know one thing. The little girl hiding behind Nisha... with his eyes, his habits, and his smile... is his daughter. As jealousy, unresolved feelings, family pressure, and painful memories pull them closer again, Arjun begins to realize that some love stories never truly end. And some goodbyes were never meant to be final. ✨ Second chance romance ✨ Hidden child trope ✨ Rich joint family drama ✨ Emotional healing ✨ Jealous cold male lead ✨ Office romance tension ✨ Happy ending

"You didn't eat again," he said quietly. She didn't turn. Didn't even flinch. "Maira," he spoke again, softer this time, taking a step closer. "I brought dinner. Atleast have a few bites." Her voice came out barely above a whisper, low, trembling. "Why? So I can stay strong enough to keep pretending?" The words hit him hard, knocking the breath out of him. "You're not pretending," Hadi said quickly, defensively, though he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince, himself or her. She turned slowly, eyes red and hollow. "Aren't I?" she asked, voice trembling. "I sleep in this room like a stranger. Even though I'm your wife. I exist in your world, Hadi... but can I ever exist in your heart?" "Maira," he began, this was the first time she had openly claimed her title as his wife and he didn't know how to respond, but he said with his tone heavy, "you know everything. I... I married you because I..." "...felt guilty," she finished for him, her voice sharp, cutting through the air. "You hit me with your car. My life shattered. And you had to save me to get rid of your guilt." He froze. Words deserted him. Her eyes dropped to the floor, tears gathering along her lashes. "At least Lubna has your love. Your son has your name. Me? What do I have?" --- 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐥𝐢. 24. No identity beyond that. No one to call hers. No place she could truly belong. Except in one nikahnama... where her name sat beside his. 𝐋𝐮𝐛𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 28. A talented interior designer. Graceful, and passionate about her work. Hadi's first love, and the woman the world recognizes as his wife. 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 30. Successful. Respected. A loving husband. A devoted father. A man who did the right thing, even when his heart wasn't in it, and married a woman out of guilt... not love.

To the world, he is a Beast. To the world, she is a Ghost. To a baby, they are everything. Rudra doesn't do "gentle." He is a storm of iron and cold calculation, a man whose presence usually clears a room. Anshika is his polar opposite-a woman of soft whispers and averted eyes, someone who has spent her life staying out of the spotlight. They were strangers until a blood-soaked promise tied them together. When a dying couple entrusts them with a ten-month-old infant, the instruction is chillingly clear: Do not trust the bloodline. Protect him from everyone. To save the child from a war he's too young to understand, Rudra and Anshika must commit to the ultimate masquerade. They aren't just protectors; they are now parents. In the glittering boardrooms of Bangalore and the crowded halls of elite weddings, they must convince the world that the child in their arms is their own. For Rudra, it means suppressing the lethal beast within to play the part of a devoted father. For Anshika, it means stepping out of the shadows to stand as the shield for a family that didn't exist yesterday. As they navigate bottle-feedings by night and high-stakes secrets by day, the lie begins to feel dangerously real. But in a world where the child's true identity is a death warrant, they must play their parts perfectly. Because if the world discovers that this "perfect family" is a fiction, the massacre they survived in the valley will only be the beginning. One lie to save him. One promise to hold them together. A thousand secrets that could tear them apart.

"I want a divorce," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "What?" she asked, her heart sinking. "What about the promise you made on our wedding day?" A single tear slipped down her cheek. "That promise was just to save my family's name," he replied coldly, avoiding her gaze. "You lied to me? Is that why you treated me this way all these months?" she asked, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. He remained silent. "Why?" she demanded. "She is back," he said flatly, offering no further explanation. Shivika swallowed the lump in her throat, her pain giving way to defiance. "Fine. I'll give you the divorce you want," she said harshly, wiping her tears before walking out, leaving behind the man who had shattered her heart. Shivika Kapoor(26 years), a bubbly and kind-hearted girl, saw her life fall apart when she became the unexpected bride of Abhimanyu Malhotra(30 years). Abhimanyu, the brilliant and distant star surgeon of Sapphire General Hospital, was admired for his charm and skill but had left Shivika with nothing but heartbreak. Was this the life she had imagined? Was this destiny's plan, or did their fractured bond hold any hope for healing? Both doctors at Sapphire General Hospital, Abhimanyu was Shivika's senior by three years, known for his brilliance and cold demeanor. Shivika, a fresh resident eager to prove herself, had long admired him from afar during her studies. But now, the shadows of their past loomed over them, threatening to destroy any chance at happiness. Fate had brought them together, but could two souls ever truly mend? Or would their lives forever be dictated by pain and unfulfilled promises? Dive into their story to uncover the twists, heartbreak, and hope of a love caught between duty and desire. Highly mature content. Read at your own risk. 18+

My first story °°°°°° I hope you like it°°°°° Inayat Khan , an 19 year old , well mannered girl has always dreamt of having a loving and caring hushand with whom she can share her every problem and feel the love she hadn't felt from years but is unaware that someone is in love with her..... ♥♥♥♪♥♥♥ Murtaza Ali Khan , an 28 year old , who had dreamt of having a wife so that he can spoil her and cherish her till the end of their lives. He's also a rich successful business man present in country. But every time he gets marriage proposals he rejects directly cause his heart beats for only one name . His life. His Inayat..... ♥♥♥♪♥♥♥ What happens when these two birds get into a bond of marriage and how Murtaza will react after knowing the past of Inayat and how Inayat would react to him on the day of her marriage.

Dard Se Dil Tak A Ziddi Dil Maane Na AU Dr. Monami Mahajan once believed in love... until the man she loved could never love her back. Determined to move on, she attends her cousin's wedding, hoping for a fresh start. But fate has other plans. When the bride and groom run away, two respected families face humiliation. To save their honor, Monami becomes the bride overnight. Married to Adhiraj Raghuvanshi-Mumbai Crime Branch's formidable DCP. A man feared by criminals... and guarded by his own past. Two strangers. One unexpected marriage. What begins as a sacrifice slowly turns into a journey of wounds, truths, and healing. From heartbreak... to a love neither of them expected.

Aadhvik singh Chaudhary. The name itself carries his aura . His presence is Enough to send a shiver down people spine . The ruthless , respected, feared and loved politician. MLA of rohtak , haryana . A man who likes he came straight out of a bollywood movie. He got those genes . Hyeee ! Sara XX chromosome samaj fidda h unpe. 27 years old .6'2 feet tall , broad shoulders, tanned body , gym guy, rich generational wealthy , beard , black dark hair and those brown eyes. He is not someone cold , brooding guy who can't smile and can't love or heartbroken majnu He is a top desi haryanvi jaat . And his smile and smirk can kill people . Vaise to janab those distant rehte h ladkiyon s par unki " *madam ji*" k aage to vo bich jaaien . The extroverted guy with his people. He isn't some picture perfect guy he have anger issues and ego problems and is self obsessed but unki " *doctor sahiba* " kr dengi theek unhe. Now..... Priyanshi yadav . Mbbs student. Haryanvi girl from rewari , thought she doesn't have that accent and have seen her mom suffering whole life in a marriage which lacks love . Loves to read fictional romance but believes no one gets that in real life and if someone does then either it's fake or god takes it instantly. thinks that her fate is like Jethalal . Awesome ! She hated indian political system and politician and thinks they are the best liars and actors.

"Vyah karegi mere naal?" Mishika Verma should have known no good ever comes from answering men like Arjun Singh Grewal. She was a biotech student trying to build a future. He was power, influence and trouble wrapped in an expensive suit. The kind of man who got whatever he wanted. The kind of man who smiled while hiding secrets. And unfortunately for Mishika- he wanted her. What starts with stolen glances, relentless marriage proposals and impossible chemistry soon spirals into something far darker than either of them expected. Because some stories aren't love stories. Some are crime scenes. And sometimes the most dangerous person in the room isn't the one holding the weapon- it's the one holding the truth. ❝ The first mistake was meeting him. The second was thinking she ever knew him. ❞ ✦ Political Romance ✦ Dark Romance ✦ Mystery Thriller ✦ College Girl × Powerful Heir ✦ He Fell First ✦ Touch Her & Die ✦ Morally Grey Characters ✦ Obsession ✦ Secrets & Betrayal ✦ Forced Proximity ✦ Slow Burn ✦ Who Did This To You? ✦ Protective Hero ✦ Strong Female Lead ✦ Enemies to Lovers... or Maybe Worse

I gasped loudly and took a step back, only to hit my back against the shelf door. He looked directly into my eyes; it felt like he was seeing right through my soul. His eyes were so intense that I couldn't handle it, so I looked away, but he made me look at him by lifting my chin with his thumb and index finger. "You have no idea how much I am controlling myself from making you mine," I looked at him wide-eyed and tried to push him away, but he pinned my hands on either side of my head with his. He leaned closer to me, so I turned my face away, but his lips landed on my cheek. My eyes widened at his act. I wriggled and freed my hands from his hold before pushing him away with full force. I tried to go past him from the right, and I did succeed, as he seemed amused by how I pushed him. But before I could take another step, I was pulled back to him, my back pressing against his front. He held both my hands down with one hand, and with the other, he pushed my hair to the left and placed his lips on my neck. __________________________________ 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤, 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖. ~𝔸ℕ𝔸𝔹𝕀𝕐𝔸 𝕂ℍ𝔸ℕ __________________________________ 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦