On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? 🎀 𝒥𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒾𝓃 🎀

Unki pehli mulaqat mein lafzon ki zarurat nahi thi , unki aankhon ne hi kissa likh diya. prem ka~ Previously known as his ardhangini-hind saga.

She was trapped in a toxic relationship with the underworld's most feared mafia boss-yet she stayed willingly. For one condition. As long as he allowed her to remain close to him, she would endure anything-his orders, his rage, even his cruel punishments. Blinded by an obsession she mistook for love, Ishita lived in his shadow, bound to his world, and chained to his name. But what happens when Sidharth, the 27-year-old ruler of the underground, discovers the truth she has been hiding... the secret that could shatter everything? Will he keep the fragile 25-year-old woman he called his own? Or will he destroy her the same way he destroys every enemy who dares to deceive him? Step into a story where love turns into possession, loyalty blurs into obsession, and one woman's reality becomes the one thing that could either save her... or get her killed.

Stories of pain, fear, abundant, betrayal many more.. 1.Prostitute ✅september 22 - march 23 Gulaab and salman 2. Prisoner ✅ may 17 - july 2 Haya and safiq 3. Perfect house wife ✅ july 2 - september 8 Dua and yaseer 4. Play thing ✅ september 8 - march 24 Haniya and Hamza 5. Play thing 2 ✅ march 24 - october 20 Alia and Hussain 6. Companion ✅ Zoha and Zain 7. Commitment 8. Compromise 9. Custody 10. Intzaar 11. Iqrar A story of women's... No offence , i am also a girl ... peep to know more ...😘

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#TOP 2 in India(1,7,8/8/25) #TOP 3 in india(1,6,14,15,16,17,18/8/25) #TOP 4 in India(10/8/25) DEVYANI A 18-year-old innocent girl, She loves her father more than herself and is willing to sacrifice anything for him But how will she survive the trauma when her own father sells her to the most ruthless man just to clear his debt, without even thinking twice? "A father who sees her as a curse, locking her inside the house for 18 years and telling the world she was dead. But how will she feel when she steps out for the first time-and fate takes a 360-degree turn?" RIVAN THAKUR He lives alone with his SON(Kaizan), hating everything about marriage and the family he left behind. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself HUSBAND to a frightened young girl in his family's haveli(thakur's haveli)-his world tilts. ______________________ He stepped closer, his towering frame caging me in. My breath hitched. His eyes-sharp, cold, merciless-scanned me like I was a puzzle that didn't fit. "You don't even know how to wear a bra?" he asked, his voice low, incredulous, and almost cruel. I didn't know what to say. I slowly nodded my head-no-because... I really didn't. No one ever taught me. No one cared to. I was standing there, shivering slightly, my fingers trembling, curling into the soft shawl I used to hide myself. His gaze was burning, stripping me down to my bare soul, and I couldn't meet his eyes. But his next words... or we can say actions... shocked me to the core. ----------------- Will he accept her as his wife? Will he destroy her for a decision she never made? Or will fate tie them together in ways neither imagined? 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story of two broken souls bound by force, fear... and destiny.

⚠️Highly Mature Content⚠️ (18+/21+ Audience only) SLOW UPDATES DUE TO BOARDS'26 "Chup chaap humari bitiya se byaah lo, daroga... varna jiss taesh se aaye the naa ussi taesh mein apne jigri dost ki laash saath lekar jaaoge." ("Quietly marry our daughter, officer... or else, the same rage you came here with, you'll return with your best friend's corpse alongside you.") An IPS officer. That's what I am. Stoic, trained to face gunfire without blinking, to stare criminals in the eye. And yet, here I stood in a mud-stained courtyard, stripped of power, cornered by men who didn't fear the law. Is this real? An officer dragged into a pakdua byaah like some helpless boy? With a village girl-barely literate, cloaked in shyness and fragility? Me-a divorced man, father to a one-year-old daughter who waits for me to come home? Nothing about it fit. And yet everything about it was true. Because my best friend-my brother in every sense-sat tied to a chair across from me. His hands bound, his eyes defiant, and three guns pointed to his head. Aarish. Soon to be a father himself. Husband to Suhani, who was as much my sister as blood could make her. What was I supposed to do? Marry or rebel? The choice was never mine. I whispered, almost ashamed: "Main talaaqshuda hoon... aur ek beti ka baap bhi." ("I am divorced... and also the father of a daughter.") She looked at me with steady innocence: "Nahi... ab aap ek shaadi-shuda insaan hai. Aur hum uss bachi ki maa hai." ("No... now you are a married man. And I am that child's mother.") TROPES City Boy × Village Girl IPS × Illiterate Forced Marriage / Pakdua Byaah Second Chance at Love Stepmother Role Found Family Traumatic Past Grumpy × Sunshine Duty vs Desire Single Father Romance Slow Burn Romance Innocence Meets Experience

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

Do bhai, ek ghar... aur beech mein sab kuch jo kabhi keh nahi paaye. In a 3BHK flat where the ceiling fan wobbled louder than people's tempers, Advik and Vidhit grew up in the glorious, lovable mess of a middle-class Indian family. Four people. Two school bags. One landline. And zero space for secrets. Advik, Class 12 - serious, soft-spoken, a dutiful son who never talked back, previously known as the Lalla of the house. But deep down? A boy who wrote poetry in the back of his maths notebook and stared too long at the girl with the braid in Section B. Vidit, Class 10- dramatic, filmi, Dadi's favourite punching bag (with chappals), and the undisputed Babu of the house... if it had existed back then.

#45 - wattpad #5 - 1990s [28/09/25] #2 - village[04/10/25] #6 - women[02/10/25] ««1980𝐬-90𝐬»» _____ "𝐊𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐬𝐝𝐤 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐚?" "𝐀𝐚𝐩 𝐧𝐞" _____ © Autumn Whisk[2025] This story is an original work of fiction. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt it without my permission. Sharing by link is welcome.