A Desi Rom-Com: They bicker, they prank, they fight like sworn enemies. So obviously, their family thinks they're soulmates. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Zoya and Zeedan have spent their entire lives fighting over the most random things-who got the last piece of cake, who makes better chai, and who is the real drama queen of the family (spoiler: it's both of them). But their family sees something else-a "cute, filmi love story in the making." So what do the elders do? They fix their marriage. Now, Zoya and Zeedan are on a mission to sabotage their own wedding. But between forced couple games, dramatic aunties, and way too many chai dates, something unexpected happens. What if the love they were trying to escape... was always brewing right in front of them? ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Tropes: ● Enemies To Lovers ● Cousin Romance ● Rom Com ● Desi Setting Rankings: #39 in Pakistan #44 in Humour #341 in funny

"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

Dark Romance | Mature themes | 18+ There was a time when Rudransh Singh Thakur believed in love. A time when power wasn't everything. When silence didn't define him. But that was before betrayal. It made him ruthless now. Now, at thirty-four, Rudransh stood as a man the world feared a minister, whose silence carried more weight than words ever could. Nothing touched him anymore. Nothing except one. His son. Aryaman Singh Thakur Five years old. A child who had learned early that people leave... and promises don't stay. If Rudransh had built walls, Aryaman had learned to live within them. And then, she entered. Not with power. Not with demand. But with silence that matched theirs. Ishani Sharma A woman who had known pain in ways she never spoke of. Who carried her past like a shadow she couldn't outrun. Who held her child as if that alone was reason enough to survive. She didn't belong in his world. And yet, she became a part of it. A marriage not built on love, but on necessity. On power. On a name she never asked to carry. He didn't want her. His son wouldn't accept her. But she stayed. Not loudly. Not forcefully. Just... there. And in the middle of it all... there was Arohi, breathing life into the silence. A child too young to understand pain, yet the only one who carried light into a life built on shadows. And in a house where silence ruled, where love had once been broken and buried. something began to shift. Not all at once. Not enough to be called love. But enough... to change everything. Because behind power, behind silence, behind every unspoken truth lies a story hidden beneath the VEIL OF THRONE (A/n : This book is for mature audiences, contains explicit content. Do read only if you are comfortable.) # Top10 in India from 07.05.2026

#1Sadstory #2indianarmy #1armyromance #1armedforces He didn't fall for her - he collided. Every glance, every word-shrapnel lodged too deep. She was supposed to be the calm in the storm. Instead, she became the chaos he couldn't control, the silence he couldn't escape. Distance, danger, secrets... nothing spared them . This is story of love , duty , distance, pain , betryal, war , wrath and guilt. Meanwhile, another fire burned quietly-playful, untamable, impossible to resist. Some connections ignite fast. Some smolder slowly. In the chaos of hearts and choices... scars may be the only things that remain. 💥 Will love survive when everything else is falling apart?

⟢𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 3⟢ "In a world where I wasn't allowed to be seen, he was the only one who looked at me softly." I never understood why Professor Izmair Raiyesi noticed me at all. I wasn't special. I wasn't bold. I wasn't even free. I was simply trying to survive a marriage where silence was safer than speaking, where leaving home for my scholarship felt like the only breath I was allowed each day. But he saw me anyway-quietly, carefully, as if the act itself was dangerous. He never crossed a line, never let a single word slip beyond what was appropriate. Yet in every controlled glance, every measured moment, there was something I couldn't name... something he tried harder than anyone to hide. Because he doesn't belong to me. And I belong to someone else. But desire doesn't ask for permission. It simply fractures, softly, silently, in all the places we try to keep whole

The story "Not My Fault" revolves around a 17-year-old girl named Shivali, as she navigates the failures in her life while dealing with the emotional turbulence that comes with puberty. Already weighed down by sadness after not getting into her dream college, she struggles to cope,but life doesn't pause for her pain. She is expected to attend her cousin's wedding, and with the hope of moving on and embracing a new vibe, she decides to go.

SHEDULE: EVERY MONDAY When King Rivaan dies unexpectedly, the widowed Queen Alakhnanda is forced into a second marriage with Anay, the son of the powerful Finance Minister Shreyash Sharma. Bound by a prior agreement signed by the late King and the Rajmata, Alakhnanda finds herself without a voice in her own fate. Anay, an unwilling puppet at first, becomes part of a political game neither of them chose. Alakhnanda, strong, cold, and wounded by betrayal, believes Anay is a pawn trying to eliminate her son Riyansh. Will Anay be able to prove himself to Alakhnanda and the people of Rajdavan? Or will he too become blinded by power?

𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗩𝗼𝘄. 𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗽𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁. 𝗔 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗟𝗶𝗲... to gain it. It's soft. It's sunshine. It's safe. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴. 𝗔 𝗕𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹.... to break it. It's cold. It's sharp. It's cruel. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝗔 𝗕𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗧𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵.... to reclaim it. It's loud. It's lethal. It's power. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝗔 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱𝘆. 𝗔 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 - 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗯𝘁. 𝗔 𝘃𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀...

'Two pieces of the same puzzle that always belonged together.' WSDS is a story of- A hopeful Romantic: "Forever is not something extraordinary; rather, it is made up of thousands of ordinary days and things two people do." ~ UMAIR MIRZA. And... A jaded Realist: "Life is too cruel to give us happy endings." ~ HUMAIRA MIR. Started on: 27th of Aug' 2025 Update: Sunday & Friday.

Yukti heads to Shimla with her friends to enjoy Christmas and the snowfall, only to bump into a certain someone who used to be the reason of her smile.