She was trained to protect lives. Not to marry into one that would never accept her. Riyanshi Rathore , a fierce and decorated police officer, has spent her life hiding the wounds of her past. Blamed by her only brother for the tragic death of their parents, she has no one - just her uniform, her pride, and a quiet ache for a family she believes she'll never have. When she's assigned to protect Vivan Singh Rajput, heir to one of India's most powerful royal-industrial families, her life takes a turn she never expected. Vivan is cold, untouchable, and ruled by tradition. He's never allowed a woman near him - except for his mother and sister. Riyanshi is the last person he wants shadowing his every move. But when his high-profile wedding falls apart in public scandal, Riyanshi is forced into an unthinkable position - to step in as his bride, not for love... but to protect his family's honor. She becomes Rani Riyanshi Singh Rajput, in name only. Welcomed by the royal family but Unloved by the man she married. Yet through her quiet strength, fearless loyalty, and unshakable dignity - she slowly wins their hearts. And soon, the man who once saw her as nothing... begins to crave her as everything.

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

Dakshita Verma only came to the wedding to help out-a simple girl, a schoolteacher at an orphanage, content with her quiet life. But fate had a different plan. On the day of the wedding, the bride runs away. Chaos erupts. Honor is at stake. Reputations on the line. And standing quietly in a corner is Akshit Sinha-a reserved, autistic groom who had agreed to this arranged marriage after much persuasion. But now, he stands alone at the mandap, eyes blank but heart silently shattered. To save both families from disgrace, a shocking decision is made-Dakshita is asked to take the runaway bride's place. Married within minutes to a man she's never met... To a soul misunderstood by many... Dakshita enters Akshit's silent world with nothing but faith. But as days unfold, she finds herself drawn to his quiet strength, his subtle gestures, his wounded yet loyal heart. What begins as an accident of fate becomes a slow, emotional journey of love, trust, and healing. Will this accidental marriage bloom into something real? Or will their hearts stay strangers forever?

"You didn't eat again," he said quietly. She didn't turn. Didn't even flinch. "Maira," he spoke again, softer this time, taking a step closer. "I brought dinner. Atleast have a few bites." Her voice came out barely above a whisper, low, trembling. "Why? So I can stay strong enough to keep pretending?" The words hit him hard, knocking the breath out of him. "You're not pretending," Hadi said quickly, defensively, though he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince, himself or her. She turned slowly, eyes red and hollow. "Aren't I?" she asked, voice trembling. "I sleep in this room like a stranger. Even though I'm your wife. I exist in your world, Hadi... but can I ever exist in your heart?" "Maira," he began, this was the first time she had openly claimed her title as his wife and he didn't know how to respond, but he said with his tone heavy, "you know everything. I... I married you because I..." "...felt guilty," she finished for him, her voice sharp, cutting through the air. "You hit me with your car. My life shattered. And you had to save me to get rid of your guilt." He froze. Words deserted him. Her eyes dropped to the floor, tears gathering along her lashes. "At least Lubna has your love. Your son has your name. Me? What do I have?" --- 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐥𝐢. 24. No identity beyond that. No one to call hers. No place she could truly belong. Except in one nikahnama... where her name sat beside his. 𝐋𝐮𝐛𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 28. A talented interior designer. Graceful, and passionate about her work. Hadi's first love, and the woman the world recognizes as his wife. 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 30. Successful. Respected. A loving husband. A devoted father. A man who did the right thing, even when his heart wasn't in it, and married a woman out of guilt... not love.

Banaras, 1970s. She was only seventeen when her parents wrapped her in pink silk and quiet prayers, sending her into the haveli of the powerful Mishra family. No one told her that the last bride of the haveli had died. No one told her why.... Revati never expected love... only silence, duty, and maybe kindness. But her husband, Devendra Singh Mishra, didn't even notice her. Not when she first entered his home, Not when she cried quietly at night, And not when she began to fade just like the woman before her. But years later, when silence had already turned into habit... He looked at her for the first time. This is a story of arranged marriage, buried truths, slow-burning love, and the haunting echoes of a dead bride... all under the shadow of a golden cage.

"Ye gila hai aapki nigahon se Phool bhi hon darmiyan to fasle hue"~ ♡♡♡ India was independent, so were it's people, but not it's women, never its women. She was married off at a tender age of 18, she did it without a word, she was treated like a maid, she expected everything that was thrown her way. A girl, at the time when their opinions didn't matter, when what the men said was a line made up of fire, she decided to rise. Rise from the failed marriage, rise from the husband she thought was a human, rise from the accusations, rise from the abusive marriage. She rose and rose stronger than ever. But when give life gave her a second chance to love, to grow, she hesitated but he stood like a rock showed her what love looked like, put forward his palm when the world turned it's back. This is her story, Madhu and how she comes out of a abusive marriage to find independence and love again. Read to find out~ #1 village out of 6.58K stories (28/02/25) #1 oldtimes out of 3.23K stories (27/02/25) #1 controlling out of 1.96K stories (28/02/25) #1 orthodox out of 319 stories (28/02/25) #1 barren out of 135 stories (28/02/25) #1 hindi out of 6.62k stories (5/03/25) #1 rural out of 1.06k stories (5/03/25) (NOTE: This story is only written on Wattpad only in this account, @limebebe, If you ever see it in any other app or account, please inform me ASAP!) ENGLISH translation is till 6th chapter only! Picture credits: Pinterest -🌺🍋

"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

What if Devasena had a hidden twin? What if the baby who never cried was seen as a bad omen? A sign of destruction in the future? What if that baby was left alone on the forest floor, meant to be devoured by wild animals? But fate had other plans. The mountain people, who never left their land, happened to cross that path at the right time. They found the infant and took her into their arms and into their hearts. She was raised as the daughter of the mountain tribe's leader in a world far from the kingdoms of men. They named her Valli, after their goddess who married the god of war, Murugan. Blessed with a brilliant mind, she was taken under the wing of Rishi Vamadevananda. He taught her archery, swordplay, poetry, and the sacred texts. Though she never liked to fight, she learned to protect herself. Her true passion was poetry. Her people were known for their fine and rare silks. Though they never mingled with the outside world, their silks travelled across kingdoms. Valli, the lover of art, helped craft the finest fabrics and added her own touch: a secret verse embroidered on each piece. One of her silks, stitched with her soul, found its way to a palace. And it touched the heart of a man the world feared. Bhalladeva, Prince of Mahismati, who craved only power, was drawn to her words. For the first time, his heart listened. And the man the world feared began to smile, just for her. In front of her, nothing else mattered. The heart wants what it wants. What happens when the hidden twin steps into the light? When a forbidden romance is caught in the fire? Can the villain protect his love? His muse, his soul, his desire-his everything? The Villain's Muse

Book 2 of Series Phool Kumari is a 17 years old girl who was once a maid in a wealthy household, but now she lives in a college hostel. She is running away from someone-or something. Every night, she sees the same terrifying dream. She desperately wants to be free from it. "I don't want to see this dream again! I don't want to see it!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. Krityvirya Singh Rathore is the king of Jodhpur. He is also a 32-year-old single father. He cannot bear to see even a single tear in his 3-year-old son's eyes. But his son has been crying continuously for the past three days - and the one he's crying for, Krityvirya has now set out to find. "I will find her, even if I have to dig up the earth or tear through the skies," he said, and walked out of Uday Mahal.