"𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ~~ DIVORCE AGREEMENT. My hands went numb. The paper trembled between my fingers. I looked up at him, praying it was some kind of twisted joke. But he didn't even flinch. He just pushed the pen towards me, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "Sign it, Mishti. You wanted him free. This is the cost." My chest tightened, the fever, the ache, the weight of everything crashing over me all at once. Behind me, I heard Arav struggling, his voice raw, "Don't you dare, Mishti! Don't beg to him. Don't give him that satisfaction. He should be the one apologising to you, not the other way around!" Sultan clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. "He's still talking... making me angrier." His tone was calm, terrifyingly calm. "If I want, I can let him rot here for years. Do you want that, Mishti?" My stomach twisted. My hands were shaking uncontrollably now. He was serious. Dead serious. The inspector slid the pen into my hand. My eyes stung, the words blurring on the page. I didn't even recognize my own handwriting when I pressed the pen down, signing my name with a trembling hand. It felt like I was signing away more than just a marriage. I was signing away a part of myself. When I lifted my head, Sultan was watching me. Not triumphant, not smiling-just cold. "I want to start fresh. I'm planning to get married again. I don't want your nuisance anymore." I swear in that moment, something inside me just collapsed. Like all the years, all the love, all the pain I carried-it was for nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to just once look at me the way he used to. He fixed his watch, straightened his cuffs, and picked up his coat like this was just another meeting that was done.

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

Book 1 of 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 & 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 ♡𝗥𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸♡ 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝘅𝗲𝗱 ~❝The stars wrote their ending... destiny rewrote it.❞ ☆───────────────♡₊˚ˑ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞." I snarled, pushing his hands away from my cheeks. Chuckling, he gripped my jaw and whispered, "𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?" My heart clenched, remembering the deal, while a tear fell from my eyes. ☆° Kumud - a carefree girl, naughty and bubbly. She didn't care about anyone's opinion and lived her life to the fullest. Being the daughter of the chieftain of Raigarh, she was adored by the royals themselves. The king and queen treated her as equal to their daughter, Meera. And Meera - she too treated her as her own. Their bond was inseparable, so whenever she visited her aunt's house in Tejbhoomi, she used to take her along. There, they both used to pull pranks and fill the house with their lovely laughter. Tejbhoomi had two princes - Aadvit and Aadvik but no princess, so the queen treated Kumud and Meera as her own. Out of love, she asked Kumud's father for her hand for one of her sons. But it came with a condition - the son who would take the throne would marry her. Adaman t to keep Kumud, Tejbhoomi's king and queen agreed, not knowing what havoc they had invoked. The marriage, which was supposed to make everyone happy, turned out to be horrible. And at last, it ended with death. But did it really end, or was it the beginning of something far worse and more dangerous? 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 (❁'◡'❁

[ON HOLD!!] TROPES 🦋 :- ⤵ -> Arrange Marriage -> Romance -> Dark romance -> love in first sight -> Rom-Com -> Grumpy x sunshine -> CEOXLAWYER -> Hate to love -> Arrogant yet sweet -‣ Chaotic couples She is dancing with her male best friend in the party willingly to make him jealous Meanwhile him being a jealous person watching everything and thinking...... HE :- Dance with him sweetheart letter I fvck you and you can't even walk from bed atleast 1month.!! Its my first story that was written by me this is all about her childhood love and also one-sided love story soo it's gonna be interesting bcz she didn't knew he also fell in love😉✨️

They didn't fall in love. They broke into it. A marriage built on silence. A man who never lets go. And a woman who's never known what it feels like to be chosen-until now. He loved in silence. She ached in noise. Adyant Shah was everything Dhruvi Kapoor couldn't understand-quiet, composed, untouchable. She wanted fire. He offered stillness. But some loves don't need grand gestures-just the courage to stay. hello fellas, Bold at heart, soft in words. I write the kind of love that aches-and the kind of pain that lingers. If you're here to feel, you're home. Its an matured theme story and will keep you hooked. its my first story as well so please let me know if you like it.

The combination of fuel and fire is dangerous❤️‍🔥, everyone knows this but when two people become each other's fuel and fire💋, then either they burn themselves or burn anyone who comes between them...✨ And in this story, there is our fire, Samarth Singh Rathore, the king of Jodhpur, the best businessman of India, who is just like a devil, he has no place for anyone in his heart except his family, cold, grumpy, rude - all these are very small words, for him he is a devil, a devil. And our fuel is Siya Thakur, the only sister of India's biggest mafia, whom everyone also calls the princess of death, her favorite work is to send bad people straight to hell. Try to hurt their close ones and go straight to hell. To see how this fuel and fire combination will be, read below.🎀

"I've lived every profession, every life, every soul in my 1000 years.... Abb to bss uska ban k jeena h!!" "I wanted to be her prince, but she made me her VILLIAN!!" ｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕｡ This is Fanfiction based story, it includes magic, Rebirth, Romance, A prince, A princess and A Villain.

╰┈➤𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤-2 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Abhigyaan Singh Rathore - the youngest son of the powerful Rathore family - is the charismatic CEO of Rathore Empire. Known for his charm, wit, and hacker's mind, he's the sunshine that lights up every room.But behind that easy smile hides a man haunted by silence - the silence left by his Chand, the girl who once made him believe in love again. He never believed love was meant for him...Until she proved him wrong. Vidhi Khandelwal, the youngest daughter of the rival Khandelwal family, is a classical dancer - graceful, innocent, and sheltered. To her family, she's a fragile glass doll, a pawn in a game she doesn't understand.Unaware of their hidden motives, she's sent to the same college as their enemy's son - and fate does the rest. They fall in love, unaware of the truth that ties their bloodlines together. Until one cruel misunderstanding destroys everything they ever had. Their love was soft.Their love was pure.But in a world built on hate and legacy - their love became their sin. She taught him to love.She made him feel like he belonged.And then... she left.. He turned his devotion into obsession - and this time, she will pay for every heartbeat he lost. Because his love was never gentle. It was suffocating. It was possessive. It was his sin

❝𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚.❜❜ He is the eldest son of a simple yet wealthy family-silent, disciplined, and an interior designer. She is the eldest daughter of her home who is warm, talkative, and fiercely hopeful well paid author. He waited for someone special in his life. While she, never expected love which feels like home to her... yet love found them anyway. ❝𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬❜❜ 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒎- 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅. "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖-" "𝑨𝒂𝒑 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒃𝒊𝒘𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒒 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒓𝒂 𝒃𝒉𝒊," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. ╰┈➤𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 🏅 #16 wattapdstory out of 8.88k stories.( 25.11.25) #3 sensual out of 7.09k stories.(7.09.25) #5 greenflag out of 2.02k stories.(9.01.26)

"Her innocent King" He never wore a crown, never held a gun... but still, he ruled her world. She was born with blood on her hands and fire in her veins-the mafia princess everyone feared. A girl who could break ribs without breaking a sweat, yet secretly dreamed of fairy tales. And he? He was just a boy with flour-dusted fingers and a heart too pure for her dark world. A gamer. A dreamer. The last person you'd expect to survive her storm. But fate doesn't ask for permission. One forced marriage. One innocent heart trapped in her dangerous empire. One girl who would tear down the underworld to protect the only man who made her feel human. She was raised to be a queen of crime- But for him, she chose to be his princess first... and his protector forever. After all, he wasn't just her husband. He was... Her innocent King. 👑 "When he is be like agar mein aapke kharche nahi uthapaya toh..." ["When he says: what if I'm not able to bear your expenses..."..] "And she is like" aap mere nakhre uthalijiye gaaa....""Woh bohot hai mere liye Kharche mein uthalungii...["And she is like-just handle my tantrums....."That means a lot to me...I'll handle the expenses...] #WattpadOriginal #MafiaRomance #ForcedMarriage #EnemiesToLovers #InnocentHusband #StrongFemaleLead #InstagramRomance #DesiLoveStory #WattpadCouple #DesiFiction #HumorRomance #PowerfulHer #WattpadRomance #WattpadIndia #WattpadWriter #FictionLovers #WattpadCover #SpicyAndSweet #WattpadEnemiesToLovers #DesiQueenVibes