"You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one? This specific piece of trash right here?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. [Political Heir × Social Outcast] ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

"Famous exes forced to work together again." They were lovers once. Now, after a messy breakup, they're teammates again-and it's a media storm. Old wounds, buried jealousy, late-night arguments, unresolved feelings, and intense sexual tension resurface. The line between hate and want blurs dangerously.

A story of Pat Cummins and Abhishek Sharma

Abhishek Sharma is a 25-year-old second grade teacher who's learned to live carefully and quietly. Pat Cummins is a 32-year-old cardiologist too busy fixing hearts to worry about his own. That is until a visit to his nephew's Career Day changes everything. Their first meeting is ordinary: a classroom introduction, a handshake, a polite smile. Any somehow, they just can't seem to forget each other.

The gray skies and iconic grounds of England it is. The India Women's Tour of England 2025 was a high-stakes series across Nottingham, London, and Birmingham, providing the perfect backdrop for a slow-burn romance. This is a journey through a long away tour in England, where the rain and the pressure of the series force two of India's biggest stars to finally look at what's been hiding in plain sight.

By day, they are fire and stillness- a captain who burns too loudly, and a vice-captain who holds the world together in quiet. Harmanpreet Kaur and Smriti Mandhana never agree. Not in team meetings. Not at nets. Not in the dressing room. Their rivalry is legendary, their arguments exhausting, and the team is tired. By night, they are strangers. Under the usernames GrumpySmiles and TiddlyToes, they become each other's safe place-venting, listening, laughing, falling-without knowing the truth behind the screen. One is learning how to rest. One is learning how to be chosen. And somewhere between chaos and calm, love finds them in the only way it can- anonymously, accidentally, and far too honestly. A story about contrast, connection, and loving someone long before you recognize their face.

One photo. One rumor. One fake relationship. Vice-Captain Smriti Mandhana is caught in a scandal just before the Women's World Cup. To save her and the team, Captain Harmanpreet Kaur pretends to be her girlfriend - but pretending soon starts feeling dangerously real. A sapphic romance of cricket, lies, and unexpected love.

This is the continuation of Stolen Hearts published by @dreamyykatha. I came to wattpad after a long time only to read this story. I loved it and so are others. It is heart felt, entertaining and close to our own life experiences that it stayed with me. However, after sometime the author kind of disappeared. As a reader it is very difficult for me to not know what happened next. Hence as a fan of this author, I am trying to write something similar to that. For the first time readers, please read the previous parts from the following link and then come here. https://www.wattpad.com/story/356256640-stolen-hearts I am dedicating my work to the original author who started this story. ( I am secretly hoping her to read this and come back)

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