"My heart was a canvas, blank and unaware, until the day I met her. Her eyes were the paintbrush that stroked the colors of love, laughter, and adventure. With every moment we shared, a new shade of beauty was added to my life's masterpiece. Her touch ignited a fire that melted my fears, and her smile lit up the sky. I found my home, my safe haven, my forever love. She is the poetry that makes my heart sing, the music that makes my soul dance, and the love that makes my life a work of art." "He walked into my life like a storm, shaking the foundations of my soul. His eyes were the lightning that illuminated the darkness, revealing a love so pure and true. His strong arms were the shelter from the tempest, holding me close and keeping me safe. His gentle touch was the sunshine that warmed my heart, and his loving words were the rain that nourished my spirit. With every breath, I fell deeper into the ocean of his love, drowning in the depths of his kindness, humor, and strength. He is the anchor that holds me steady, the compass that guides me true, and the love that makes my heart whole #6 in top 10 #4 in top 10 ( 25 / 03/ 26 )

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 18+ 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

Jai Gala is a man built from ashes-cold, powerful, and feared in both the business world and the shadows he controls. To the world, he is a ruthless CEO. To his enemies, he is death itself. Stuti Shah is everything he is not-soft yet strong, broken yet hopeful. After a lifetime of pain, she steps into his world as his new personal assistant, unaware that her boss is not just a businessman... but a devil with a guarded heart. Two orphans. Two wounded souls. One office. What begins as a professional relationship slowly turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them understands. But love in a world of darkness is never easy. Jealousy burns. Secrets unravel. Past wounds bleed. And when Jai's cruel family and dangerous enemies collide with Stuti's fragile world, one question remains- Will she be his ruin... or his healing? 🌷Tropes🌷 • ✨Boss x Personal Assistant • 🫶🏻Rich x Middle Class • 🖤Dark World x Soft Girl • 💫Broken Hero x Healing Heroine • 🌷Orphan x Orphan • 🔥Virgin x Virgin

"Some love stories don't begin with confessions. Some begin with silence, missed chances, and two people pretending they never cared." ------------ She was supposed to marry someone else... but destiny made her his wife instead. 🤍 A soft-hearted girl. A dangerously calm man. And a marriage neither of them expected. Avantika Rathore & Avyukt Vardan #SlowBurn #ArrangedMarriage #WattpadRomance

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

Tara Sinha grew up learning how to survive alone, never asking for more than life gave her. She doesn't believe in forever, doesn't trust promises, and doesn't expect anyone to stay. Yet, despite her guarded heart, she has an instinctive softness-she tends to people, cares for them, and helps even strangers, often without realizing she's giving away pieces of herself. Vedansh Singh Rathore owns the world-but has lost the people who mattered the most. Power, fear, and violence surround him, yet his heart remains untouched, sealed behind ruthless walls built from loss, responsibility, and blood-soaked loyalty. When fate intertwines the path of a girl who trusts no one yet cares for everyone, and a man who fears nothing but feels too much in silence, their worlds collide-not softly, but dangerously. This is not a love story that blooms gently. It is one that breaks, heals, tests, and transforms. Because when an orphan meets a mafia king- love is not the first thing they find.

Standalone. ✫・°𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐂𝐨𝐦・。. Some connections aren't planned - they just happen when the right person enters your glitchy, guarded world. ❀❀❀ ~He doesn't talk much... but the way he looks at her, it's louder than any confession.~ 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇, 24, a cold, composed gaming prodigy, rules virtual worlds with precision and silence. Known in the gaming community for his unbeatable strategies and stone-faced demeanor, Rhys doesn't believe in distractions - especially emotional ones. In real life, he's reserved, emotionally guarded, and fiercely private. A perfectionist who calculates every move - except the one that led him to her. Dhwani Mehra was a glitch in his routine - unpredictable, loud, and impossible to ignore. And somehow, exactly what he never knew he needed. ❀❀❀ ~She believed in poetry, playlists, and daydreams - not combat games and code... until him.~ 𝐃𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀, 21, a literature student with big dreams and bigger opinions, has a habit of romanticizing everything - even the stranger who never smiles in the front row of the cafeteria. Messy buns, louder-than-necessary playlists, and a heart full of metaphors - she lives in her own world of emotions. Falling for a gamer wasn't part of the plan. But love doesn't follow logic... and Rhys Ashworth doesn't follow anyone - except maybe, her. ❀❀❀ ＴＲＯＰＥＳ British ML × Indian FL Bestfriend's Sister Brother's Bestfriend Enemies to Lovers Opposites Attract Calm × Chaotic He fell first. "Touch her and you'll die" energy.

She is sweet and kind. He is rude and arrogant. She loves talking. He finds solace in silence. She is clumsy and fun loving. He is cold and reserved. She is beautiful. He is ruggedly handsome. She is his princess. He is her devil. Kiara Sharma and Arjun Singhania are two opposite ends of a pole. Bound together by a marriage contract, these two hate each other. Or at least they think they do. Two very different people under the same roof- Chaos are bound to happen. Let's see if they survive this or end up killing each other. Seems like the devil has finally found his match and that too in the form of an angel. A story where the devil finally meets his angel.

BOOK ONE OF THE SWEET AND SOUR SERIES Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she found solace in her studies and books. Now at 25, Vanya stands at a crossroads when her mother asks her to settle down. For someone who has lost faith in love over the past few decades, marriage for Vanya was a needle lost in a stack of hay and so was allowing her mother to choose her a life partner. Taking matters into her own hands, Vanya decided a contract marriage would be the best thing to escape from the inevitable chaos. Enters Mahir Oberoi, 30 the CEO of an advertising agency. With beliefs as strong as a mountain and desires as dark as night, Mahir was always ready for whatever life meant to throw at him. But not this time. He wasn't ready for the sudden threat to his position, the prospect of marriage or the five-foot-two brunette that came slamming into him along with it. With the only thing common between the two being their passion for work, Vanya and Mahir found themselves at odds. But, as the saying goes, reality is fleeting. Amidst the sudden wedding and passionate bickering, Vanya and Mahir soon realised, that the beliefs they had all this time were wrong and the reality of it all was all too sweet since the beginning. Tied together into a marriage of convenience, read as how they turn their bitter everything into sweet nothings. ◦°•✩•°◦