𝔊𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 !!!

✭⋆𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞⋆✭ "Why did you not listen to me?"I whispered against her lips, my voice husky with a mixture of anger and possessiveness. "I can do anything I please. You have no right to dictate my movements," she retorted, her voice firm. My grip on her waist tightened involuntarily. "Let's go to bed, and I'll show you exactly who I am to you,"I growled, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her towards the bed. I hovered over her, intertwining our hands and gazing intently into her eyes, a venomous glint in my own. "Tell me what you see in my eyes,"I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. Strangely, she remained remarkably calm, her demeanor almost serene. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "A child," she murmured softly. "What?" I barked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "A little boy," she continued, her voice gaining strength, "who desperately needs protection. A boy who yearns for love, for acceptance, for someone to hold him and never let go. A boy who has always been the shoulder to lean on for others, yet has never found a shoulder to cry on himself. And I... I love this boy." Her smile was fragile, a fleeting expression that mirrored the softening of my own grip on her hands. My eyes stung with a sudden, unexpected wave of emotion. ✰ Falling in love with the daughter of his father's murderer, he found his carefully constructed revenge plan crumbling before his eyes. Years of carefully cultivated hatred threatened to be consumed by a burgeoning affection he never anticipated. Unbeknownst to him, she was the very source of the pain he sought to avenge. Would he succumb to the allure of her love, or would his thirst for vengeance ultimately consume them both? "MATURE CONTENT"

Aashika is an 18-year old beautiful girl troubled with her career trying to make anything work out . Accidentally fall into a marriage.... her one and only goal She has to be successful . Ayaan, the 27-year old successful doctor handsome and kind to everyone. Little bit strict but have a lovely nature. ................. "mom, her daughter runs away is not my problem I'm not going to marry any person Aashi you have to help them they will be embarrassed if this marriage doesn't happen today " .......... "She is cute bit clumsy but still cute " "If you were not ok you should've told me I'm your husband " _____

When people around the world are getting divorce and separating, 2 individuals decide to get married again for their kids. Meet Ahana Singh, a simple sweet girl who is the mother of a boy named Ansh. She lost her husband when Ansh was 2 months old. Now her whole life revolves around Ansh. Meet Neil Malhotra, a reserved closed off business man, who is a father of 2 kids. A boy named Aryan and a girl named Naira. He lost his wife 3 years back and from that point he has become a cold hearted man who only smiles with his kids. SNEAK PEAK: ---------------------- "I'm only doing this marriage for My son," Ahana said with a firm determination. "He needs a father's love" Neil's gaze hardened, "My heart belongs to my late wife. I'm doing this for my kids as well." "For the kids" they both nodded with determination They agreed to marry for their kids, but love can never be bounded by rules. ....... Ahana's voice trembled. "You're my friend...the friend I have fallen in love with." Neil's stared at her in shock. " Wh..what? H..how?" "I love you. I am sorry I broke our partnership, Our friendship, but I.. I love you." She wiped her tears. " And I don't regret loving you, even if it means you'll hate me forever " Two broken hearts, brought together by circumstances. Can they find love where they least expect it? -------------------------- Started: June 12, 2020 Ended: May 5, 2022 Status: Completed Editing: Edited version will start being published after June 2025

MISHKA- A 25 year old sweet shy reserved little bit clumsy girl. A software engineer by profession. She is imperfectly perfect. AHAN- A 29 year old workaholic but not so rude arrogant guy. A business analyst by profession. He is calm and composed. Let's join in their journey. An arrange marriage tale 🦋. Let's find out whether we will end up loving Mishka & Ahan or not? Are you guys in with me? Real life is complicated with ups & down. But here in this Wattpad world I aim to put a smile on your face & take you in the imaginary world for the time-being 🤍. Started: 03/04/2022 Ended: 28/05/2022 #72 ranking in India on 28/05/2022. Can't believe the ranking of the story is under 100 on the day I have completed publishing Heart's Desire. Thankful to each & every reader 💜. #9 in India on 30/05/2022

A student professor arrange marriage romance ｡⁠*⁠♡✧⁠*⁠。 ✧She was his gravity , his fucking planet and he was lost without her ✧ (⁠◉⁠‿⁠◉⁠) TROPES- Arrange marriage ✓ Age gap ✓ Student × Professor ✓ Grumpy × Sunshine ✓ Slow burn✓ Jealousy ✓ Green flag ✓ #2 in youngadult #3 in comdey-drama #9 in cute #4 in cute #4 in agegap

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.

OK so this is the classic story written my way. Adam is cursed and is is searching for a way to break the spell. Faith is looking for a place where she belongs. And naturally their paths intertwine and thier fates are bound together.

╰┈➤ ❝No, I'm fine, I'm lying on the floor again.❞ She's a little rabbit amidst a pack of hungry wolves. A prey amidst a pack of predators. A flickering light amidst a jungle of darkness. Her kindness is her vulnerability, a soft heartbeat in the face of merciless, sharp fangs. Yet, in the midst of this peril, there's a quiet strength, a glimmer of innocence that refuses to be extinguished. She may be small, but they aren't the only ones with secrets. How does one go from being a normal 15 year old with the best family she could ask for to being the unknown daughter of a billionaire? From skipping through life like its a path of roses to finding danger in every breath she takes? From dancing to baby shark as she walked home to playing video games in a private jet? Ask anyone, they would say she is a combination of water and fire. A shimmering river that will flow in whichever way you direct her and also a blubbering stumbling fool that might or might not burn down a building if left unsupervised. In her defense the ground is 'madly in love with her' and danger is a 'clingy ex'. Welcome to the life of Palak; a carefree overthinker, a sensitive rock, a withering laughing fool. She doesn't break, but she sure as hell is covered in bruises. This is Palak. An oblivious Mafia Princess. The Bubbly Heiress of Chaos. Will she be able to keep her smile or will she end up loosing it forever?

- A soft romance book with divine presence! Rich Man? Well it's Weaver x Princess trope. Shri Krishna giving the main character energy vibes and hears the prayers even if it's from Girl in white or a tarnished name. ˙ . ꒷ 🦚 . 𖦹˙- 𝑻𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 - 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓.