💔 "I married him to save a child... but I was already in love with his brother." A forbidden love. A forced marriage. A heartbreak she never asked for. In 1950s India, Meenal Sharma's world shatters when her beloved sister dies in childbirth, leaving behind a newborn and a grieving husband. To protect the child's future, Meenal is forced into an unwanted marriage-with her own brother-in-law, the cold and emotionally distant Rajveer Singh. But no one knows her truth. Meenal was never meant to marry Rajveer. Her heart belonged to someone else-Aditya, Rajveer's estranged stepbrother. Their love was secret, stolen in glances and whispered letters. Their future was being planned-until fate tore it apart. Now trapped in a loveless marriage and bound by duty, Meenal must silence her heart and raise a child that is not her own. But as old feelings resurface and buried truths unravel, love finds its way into the most unexpected corners-even between those who were never meant to fall. When betrayal, tragedy, and an impossible pregnancy twist their fates once more, Meenal must make a choice: ✨ Follow the man she once loved... ✨ Or fight for the husband who was never supposed to love her back. A slow-burn, emotional rollercoaster about duty, forbidden love, and the courage it takes to choose your own ending.

Book 1 in Desire & Devotion series 𝐘𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐯𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 One of the best lawyer not only in India but in Italy as well and the CEO of Yashvi law firm. Kind and sweet orphan girl but if you cross your line then she won't hesitate to show your boundaries. She is hiding her past which no one knows about it .Her bestfriend Richa is her world and she can do anything for her but her only bestfriend betrayed her and ran away from the wedding making her as a replacement. What will happen when yashvi will know about her past? will her husband will accept her as his wife ?To know more read the story 𝐃𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 Most ruthless businessman and the CEO of Rathore Empire . Handsome face with model like body that every girl falls for him but behind that face lies some deeper secrets that no one knows . Has anger issues and if he is angry than no one can stop him. He hates those who lies to him. His entire world is his son Ishaan singh rathore and for his son's one smile he can do anything . Will he ever accept yashvi as his wife or will treat her like a replaced bride? To know more ready the story

Luka chuppi ✨ Veerkarant Verma Veerkarant Varma, 27, is an honest and determined police officer. He is always buried in his work, and his sense of duty defines him. For Veerkarant, his world revolves around his mother and his few close friends. Love, however, is something he fears - he has never allowed himself to get close to anyone emotionally. He loves his mother deeply and has decided he will never marry. For him, his work is everything Soniya Sharma Soniya, 24, is a thief by circumstance, not by choice. She lost both he r parents when she was a child and was raised by her grandmother. When Soniya turned eighteen, her grandmother passed away too, leaving her completely alone - except for her newborn son, Veer. Soniya steals only to survive and to raise her son. Despite her hars h life, she is a loving, protective mother who keeps Veer safe at all costs. In Soniya's eyes, all men are the same - untrustworthy - and she never allows herself to rely on anyone. Veer Little Veer is Soniya's whole world. A sweet, cheerful child, Veer is always trying to keep himself and everyone around him happy. Though still very young, he has a curious mind and often asks about his father - questions Soniya avoids answering. He does not go to school yet and spends all his time with his mother, his innocence untouched by the harshness of her world.

She was a widow, a mother, and a woman who never asked for a second chance. He was the King of Jaipur, a man who ruled empires with power in his veins and scars in his heart. When Meera's groom runs away on the day of her wedding, whispers threaten to drown her family in shame. But fate twists cruelly, and Aryan Singh Rathore-cold, commanding, and unwilling-becomes her husband. Not out of love, not even out of duty, but out of compulsion. "To me, you're just a namesake wife," he warns, his eyes carrying the weight of a past he refuses to reveal. Caught between the innocence of her little daughter and the arrogance of a man who despises the very idea of marriage, Meera must learn to survive in the gilded cage of the Rathore mansion. But what happens when forced vows begin to stir emotions neither of them expected? Can a reluctant king and a broken queen find love in a marriage built on nothing but duty?

Varsha Sharma had always believed life unfolded in a straight line-one step after another, one dream leading gently into the next. She had love waiting for her, wedding rituals filling her days, a brother and sister-in-law who were her world, and two little souls who filled the house with laughter. Everything was set. Everything was certain. Until the night everything changed. In a single, cruel moment, her perfect life shattered, leaving her with two infants who clung to her heartbeat and a world that no longer made sense. Her marriage collapsed, her home fell silent, and every path she once dreamed of closed at once. But grief has a strange way of rearranging destinies. Pulled together by loss and bound by responsibility, Varsha and Ashwin Raina-strangers in every sense but devotion-find their lives stitched into the same story. He, the quiet, work-driven brother who lost a sister too soon. She, the bruised yet unbreakable girl who became a mother overnight. Together, they step into a marriage neither planned, building a family from the ruins of heartbreak, discovering strength in places they never looked, and learning that sometimes love doesn't arrive as a choice... but as a promise you make to those who can't make one for themselves. Sometimes love doesn't arrive as a fairy tale- sometimes it grows quietly in the spaces grief leaves behind.

When Shahyaan loses his wife while giving birth, his world shatters, leaving him to care for their newborn alone. Inayat, his best friend, offers an unexpected promise - she'll marry him, not for love, but to bring stability and warmth back into their lives. Amid grief, responsibilities, and uncertain hearts, their marriage begins as a pact... but could love quietly find its way in? Tropes: •Single Dad •Friends to Lovers •Marriage of Convenience •Slow Burn Romance •Soft Romance with a twist of dark romance •Secrets •Bold she shy he •Romcom

Harsh Singhania x Prachi Mehrotra Arranged Marriage Single dad Grumpy x Sunshine Cop x Fashion Designer 30 x 25 Traumatic past x healing present Found Family Sunshine leads Age Gap Forced proximity When they tied the knot to give the child a loving home. And they didn't expect to fall in love...... But a heartbreaking accident stole her memories. Can their love, which blossomed from duty, be revived, or is it gone forever? "She forgot the vows....... ...but he remembered every word she once whispered." An arranged marriage. She's a designer who believes in colours. He's a cop who only knows rules. They were never meant to fall in love. What began as a duty is blooming into love........ But when will they admit it, and will they dare to choose each other in the end?

The Ice King and the Hurricane He's cold, controlled, and closed off. She's chaos in cupcake form. Jaxon Lee is a powerful CEO with a guarded heart and a quiet son who rarely opens up to anyone-until he meets Elena DeRose, a sweet, sassy, and slightly unhinged art student who crashes into their world like a sugar-fueled tornado. Their worlds couldn't be more different, but fate-and a stubborn little boy-have other plans. With every accidental run-in, dramatic pout, and stolen cupcake, the walls around Jaxon's heart begin to crack. Can the hurricane melt the Ice King? Or will his past freeze out the warmth she brings? A heartwarming romantic comedy full of laughter, chaos, sweet moments, and second chances. Plagiarism is theft. This story is my original work, shared here on Wattpad for readers to enjoy. Please don't copy, repost, or translate without permission. It's protected by copyright... and by my heart. Thank you.

PRISHA, a 26-year old girl who is an orphan but has a cute 4-year old son whom she calls her home, had endured very much in her life, beautiful not only from face but by heart, loves her baby very much can go any extent for him, teacher by profession. REVAAN OBEROI, a 29-year old man, A self-made buisnessman, rules the business world , a gym freak, handsome and charming as well, had no interest in love or marriage for him it's just a waste of time, loves his family very much can do anything for them. KIAAN, a 4-year old baby boy, had lost his parents at the age of 2, adopted by Prisha, loves his mumma very much, a school going kid, always dream of having a big family. What will made them marry each other? How will the love bloom between them? Let's dive into the journey of Prisha and Revaan to know.

"Ayaan... I love you." The words hung in the air between us. Loud. Heavy. Unapologetic. His body stiffened. "I don't know when it started," I continued, the tears now falling freely again, "maybe it was the night you brought me that stupid cupcake with a candle on it because no one else remembered my birthday. Or when you carried me across that muddy road so my heels wouldn't get ruined." I laughed softly through the tears. "Maybe it was when you fought that guy in college who called me names... even though you got suspended for it." "I kept convincing myself it was just friendship." He turned slightly, his jaw tightening even more. I took a deep breath, stepping a little closer. "But the truth is - it's always been you, Ayaan. Every time. Every moment. Every goddamn day." Silence. I looked into his eyes - finally - and whispered, "Say something. Please." Just then, the airport speakers crackled to life. "Passengers of flight AI-243 to Delhi, please proceed to Gate 7. The boarding gate will close shortly." The words echoed in the space between us - loud, final, cruel. I felt a sudden chill run through me. My fingers were still pressed against his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat. But Ayaan slowly reached up and gently removed my hand - one finger at a time - like tearing away the only thing holding him back. "You don't understand, Sanya," he said, his voice low but firm. "Your engagement is already fixed." His words sliced through the air like a blade. I looked at him, my vision blurred from the tears. "I don't care about the engagement," I said desperately. "I'll talk to Dad, to everyone. I'll fix it - I just need to know... do you feel the same?" My voice cracked on the last word. He looked at me. For a second, something flickered in his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it came. He didn't answer. Instead, he stepped back. "I'm getting late," he said quietly, without meeting my eyes. He walked away....