There is a photograph. First birthday. The whole family around the long table - candles lit, cake centred, everyone leaning toward Isabella reaching for the flame, everyone laughing, everyone looking at the same thing. At the edge of the frame, barely in it, a small dark-haired girl in a white dress is looking at the candle. Not at her family. Not at her sister. Not at the camera. Just at the candle. Quiet. Still. Already, at one year old, watching the warmth from a slight distance. Nobody remembers who took the photograph. It was never framed. Never put in an album. Found years later in a box in the study, loose, slightly creased, as though it had simply been waiting. Her name is Serena Marchetti. The second twin. Born eleven minutes after her sister into a room already arranged around someone else - and she stayed that way, at the edge of things, for as long as the Marchettis of Milan would let her. This is not the story they would tell about her. This is hers.

Liana Harrington spent her entire life craving something simple-love from her family. But the moment Elara entered the Harrington Estate, everything changed. The brothers who once held her hand slowly turned away. The parents she desperately tried to please looked at her with disappointment. Accusations, cold stares, and loneliness became the only things waiting for her behind the doors of the place she once called home. On her seventeenth birthday, while the mansion celebrated someone else, Liana was left alone in the freezing snow... abandoned and forgotten. And there- she died. Only to open her eyes again years in the past. This time, Liana decides something different. No more begging. No more chasing after love that was never hers. No more tears. But as she slowly lets go of the family she once desperately wanted... Why are they starting to look at her? Why does regret appear in their eyes? And why does the cold, feared Crown Prince keep appearing in her peaceful little bookstore? When a forgotten daughter stops asking for love... everyone suddenly wants her back. ✨ Regression | Family Regret | Cold Crown Prince | Slow Burn Romance | Betrayal | Healing | Fantasy Manhwa Vibes

Story of a college going girl who fall in love with the person who was already in love wIth someone else. He was Unaware from her love. She was living with her one-sided love. He was her nafs but for him she was nothing but a class fellow. .............................. "Mein puch rha hun itni raat ko akele hostel ke bahar kya kr rhi ho..?" He asked her looking at her feared figure. "Vo...hum..mov..movie dekhne aye the..." she said trying to wriggle in his hold. "Hum kon??...kiske saath ayi ho...?" He asked getting furious listening "hum" from her mouth. He himself don't know why it was effecting him. Akshita squeezed her eyes in pain she was pulling his hand from her waist but he was not ready to leave her. "Hilna bnd kro aur mujhe btao hum kon.....kis ldke ke saath ayi ho.." he whisper yelled in anger moving his face closer to her.

On stck for free after chapter 12 (free for followers.) Till 15th July. "Vikram... please..." Naina cried softly as he dragged her down the grand staircase of the Rathore mansion. Her tears blurred her vision while her trembling hands tried to loosen his painful grip around her wrist. "I didn't steal anything..." But Vikram didn't stop. "Get out!" he said dangerously quiet, throwing her bag near her feet. Naina looked at him shattered completely. "Suniye... main kaha jaungi...?" she asked broken. Then Vikram looked at her with eyes colder than she had ever seen before. "Go back to your world, you cannot digest luxuries " He said.. Tropes: Secret Baby ✧ Rejected Pregnant Wife ✧ Morally Grey Hero ✧ Dominant Hero × innocent Heroine ✧ Angst Romance ✧ Groveling Hero ✧ Possessive MMC

🥇 #1 in Wattpad 🥇 #1 in WattpadIndia 🥇 #1 in WattpadRomance 🥇 #1 in WattpadFiction 🥇#1 in WattpadFanFiction 🥇 #1 in FirstStory 🥇#1 in Firstloves 🥇#1 in Wedding 🥇 And so many more rankings that still feel unreal to me! (13.06.2026) On the day of his wedding, Dhruv Malhotra was left at the altar. Humiliated. Betrayed. Enraged. And somehow, Riya ended up paying the price. Now trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, Riya becomes the target of a man who looks at her like she ruined his life. Dhruv hates her. Riya fears him. But behind closed doors, hatred slowly begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Because in a marriage built on revenge... someone is bound to fall first.

______scene______ I know I'm strong enough to handle it, to carry her, to... ride her on..... well, you know what I mean _______scene_______ Baby, tell me what you want," I say softly, stroking her hair. "I want you... fully. You know what I mean," she whispers, her voice ________scence _______ She's washing her saree, her delicate fingers scrubbing the fabric with quiet focus. I should turn away, but my gaze is locked on her. She dips the saree into a tub of clean water, squeezing out the excess before draping it over a rope to dry. The movement is simple, yet mesmerizing. As she walks inside, I slowly approach the tub. The water she used to rinse her saree is still there. Without thinking, I lift the tub and spill all the water over myself. ____________

𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸: 𝗔𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 She was the girl no one chose. The unwanted daughter. The forgotten child. The one who grew up watching love being given to everyone except her. No warm hugs from her mother. No protective hand from her father. No place where she truly belonged. Years of neglect taught her how to stay silent, how to hide her tears behind a smile, and how to survive in a house that never felt like home. He was everything she wasn't. Powerful. Feared. Untouchable. A ruthless businessman by day and a dangerous mafia king by night. A man whose name carried authority, whose enemies feared his wrath, and whose heart had long ago stopped believing in love. To him, emotions were weaknesses. Love was an illusion. And trust was the most dangerous mistake a person could make. On the day of his wedding, her sister ran away. To protect their reputation, her family made a heartless decision They pushed her into the bridal seat instead. One carried the scars of a loveless childhood. The other hid wounds that no one could see. But sometimes, the darkest stories create the brightest beginnings. When two broken souls collide, walls begin to crack, secrets begin to surface, and hearts that once swore never to love start beating for someone they never expected. Will she finally find the love she spent her entire life searching for? Or will the darkness surrounding him destroy them both before they get the chance? ✨ A story of pain, healing, trust, betrayal, family, sacrifice, and a love powerful enough to change even the coldest heart. ✨ ⚠️ Disclaimer © All Rights Reserved This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, organizations, locations, and incidents portrayed in this book are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, businesses, events,

In the grandeur of Rajasthan's royal Pratap family, behind the glittering crowns and ancestral palaces, lies a web of passion, betrayal, and deep-seated regrets. The three princely brothers-each powerful, commanding, and flawed-once captivated the hearts of their devoted wives with promises of love and loyalty. Yet, those promises were shattered, leaving their queens in a battle between duty and self-respect. As alliances fracture and secrets unravel, the brothers find themselves confronting the consequences of their choices. The story delves into themes of forgiveness, resilience, and the true meaning of love as each couple struggles to mend what was broken. With courtly intrigue, heartfelt confrontations, and the strength of the women who once loved them, the Pratap family must face the echoes of their past to shape their future. Will the dynasty find redemption, or will the heartaches prove too deep to heal? "The Shattered Hearts of the Pratap Dynasty" weaves a tale of romance, pride, and the fight for a second chance amidst royal..

Aayan x Aashi: Grumpy x Sunshine, Age Gap, Marriage of Convenience, Contract Marriage Aayan - "Please don't expect love or compassion from me. I can promise you respect, but I'll never be able to give you the place of a wife. However, I can be your friend, for the time being." "Good," Aashi replied straightforwardly, "I expect nothing more than privacy and space from you. We won't interfere in each other's lives." "Agreed. I'll draft a contract for this marriage and send it to your place. Please review it carefully and sign it," Aayan responded. Story Overview: Aayan Singhania, the disciplined and driven CEO of Adviti Corporation Ltd., agrees to marry Aashi to fulfill his late wife's dying wish. Punctuality is his lifeblood, and his workaholic, career-oriented nature has built an impenetrable wall around his heart. His heart is locked away, sealed off by the promise he made to himself to never love again after the loss of his wife. Aashi Rathore, on the other hand, is his complete opposite-clumsy, perpetually late, and brimming with energy. She's a sweet, extroverted young woman who hides a deep fear of love, rooted in past traumas. Yet, beneath her bubbly exterior lies a girl who still dreams of the kind of love she reads about in books, the kind that makes life worth waking up to each day. When destiny intertwines their lives, will they be able to break down the barriers they've built around their hearts? Will love blossom between them despite the odds, or will they remain locked in the roles they've chosen for themselves?

~𝑪𝒉𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊, 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝑱𝒐 𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒂 𝒌𝒂~ She stepped back as he advanced, her spine hitting the wall. "𝐘-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭... 𝐰-𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨-" He leaned in, palm flat beside her head, his breath brushing her skin. "𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐢 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢... 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧?" Her chest tightened, breath uneven. "𝐏-𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞..." His fingers grazed her waist, slow and deliberate. "𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞... 𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢" And her breath- Gone. . . . . 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐗 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚