He saves lives for a living. She's running out of time. At twenty-eight, he has learned how to hold a dying child's hand without letting his own shake, how to walk out of hospital rooms and still function like nothing inside him just broke. People call him brilliant, detached, untouchable. They don't see the exhaustion that sleep never fixes, or the quiet guilt he carries like a second heartbeat. At twenty-three, she is all stubborn hope and unfinished dreams. A girl who collects moments like they are something she can keep, a girl who smiles like she has forever, even when her heart says otherwise. When their worlds collide, it isn't gentle. It is sharp, inconvenient, and far too personal. He is supposed to treat her, keep a professional distance, remain just her doctor. She refuses to be just another case file, another patient he forgets how to feel for. Somewhere between hospital corridors and late-night conversations, something begins to shift. Lines blur. Silences grow heavier. And the kind of love they never planned for starts to take shape in the spaces they were trying so hard to protect. But love, in a world measured by heartbeats and deadlines, comes with a cost. Because sometimes, saving someone means losing yourself.
 And sometimes, the hardest truth to face is that not every story is meant to last forever. Just to give you a sense of what to expect, the story explores dynamics like: Wattpad Author × Doctor Childhood bestfriends to Strangers to Lovers Sunshine × Black Cat Energy Soft Girl × Emotionally Unavailable Man She Falls First, He falls harder "I Know You Can, But Let Me" Love He Doesn't Save Her, He Teaches Her to Live Overprotected Girl × The Man Who Sets Her Free Slow Burn That Feels Like Home He Notices Everything About Her She Writes Love, He Becomes It "You Wrote Me Wrong" Trope Wishlist Romance (He Fulfills Her Small Dreams) Emotional Intimacy > Physical Romance

Book 1 of Love series "𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗾 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗵𝗶 𝗷𝗶𝘀𝗸𝗼 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗶 𝗻𝗮𝗵𝗶 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘇𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗶𝗻... 𝗛𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗮𝗱𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗶 𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶..." 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹... ---- Viransh Rai Singhania had everything-power, wealth, and a heart that knew no mercy. A man shaped by betrayal, he had learned that love was nothing but an illusion. But when Avira Malhotra stumbled into his world, she became the only chaos he couldn't control, the only fire that refused to burn out. Avira was a dreamer, a believer in love even when life had given her every reason to stop. With a heart full of warmth and eyes that carried unspoken pain, she wasn't looking for a savior-she was her own storm. But when her fate intertwined with Viransh's, love was no longer a fairytale; it was raw, destructive, and intoxicating. They weren't meant to be. Their love was never gentle-it was wild, reckless, and ruinous. He became her obsession, and she became his weakness. But when the past came knocking, threatening to shatter them both, love was no longer enough to save them. Will their love survive the storm, or will they destroy each other in the process? ----⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ♡ ･:*ೃ࿔⋆---- Started on:- 24 March 2026 Ended on:- Orginal work of @Author_avani. Cover made by me.

"He bought her dignity with a pouch of gold. She swore to make him pay with his empire." In the treacherous, opulent kingdom of Awadh, secrets are deadlier than poisoned arrows. Nineteen years ago, a Queen rejected her newborn son. Today, a masked warrior rides through the shadows, carrying the weight of that rejection and an ego that bows to no one. Meet Kushagra: lethal, arrogant, and hiding his face behind a black mask. He believes everything has a price. Meet Chakor: a fiercely independent healer with the beauty of a goddess, forced to hide her face behind black soot to survive a world of lustful men. When a brutal ambush leaves Kushagra dying from a poisoned arrow, Chakor uses her ancient knowledge to pull him back from the brink of death. But no good deed goes unpunished. To save him from a tribal execution, a desperate lie is told, forcing Chakor into a sacred marriage with the unconscious stranger. When Kushagra wakes, he doesn't offer gratitude. Disgusted by the idea of being tied to a tribal "dancer," he commits the ultimate sin. On their wedding night, without ever showing his face, he throws a pouch of gold coins at her feet. "The price of your Sindoor," he mocks, before abandoning her in the dead of night. Heartbroken, humiliated, and exiled from her home, Chakor makes a vow of ice and fire: she will never save a man again. She buries her beauty in ash and vanishes into the dark alleys of Vaishali. But destiny is a cruel game. A year later, the threads of fate tangle again. Caught in the dangerous crosshairs of Awadh's dangerously obsessed King Bhairav, and haunted by the dark secrets of her own birth, Chakor is pulled back into the royal web. And somewhere in that web waits the masked man who ruined her life. When the mask falls and the soot is washed away, will the fire of revenge burn them both to ashes? Or will a toxic, explosive passion rise from the ruins?

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

Sarpanch × Student 29 × 21 MMC - "Agr ye sindoor dubara tumhri maang se utra ya mujhe ye jagah Khali nazar ayi, to dhyan rkhna wo har insan jo tumhare liye important hai, uske khoon se ye maang bharunga." FMC - "Haiwaan hain aap, thakur saheb. Or hum ek haiwaan ki biwi kehlana kabhi nhi apnayenge."

She was married before she understood what marriage meant. He forgot before he learned what love truly is. Pakhi, a sharp-witted girl from Jaisalmer, returns to her hometown after years of living like the past never happened. No one remembers the childhood wedding that tied her to a boy with royal blood Rudraansh Rathore, heir to Jaisalmer's throne, returns from abroad not just as royalty, but as the future king of an underground empire no one dares speak of. When fate brings them back into the same city, only one of them knows the truth... And the other is standing too close to danger or destiny... to see it coming. In a city where crowns gleam and secrets rot, what happens when a forgotten bride crosses paths with her king... again?

He was her brother's best friend. She was his only obsession. Khwaish Khan, the sweet doctor who believed in saving lives. Agastya Qureshi, the ruthless politician who believed in taking what was his. Khwaish wanted a fairytale love, but Agastya didn't love, he possessed. His touch was filthy, his obsession brutal, the kind that chained her body, mind, and soul until escape wasn't an option, only surrender. Because in his world, she wasn't a choice. She was his. To worship. To make love to. To ruin. When desire becomes obsession, who will shatter first - the rabbit which fears, or the snake which hunts? What happens when old promises re-surface, and vows chain them in a marriage of convenience? Will Khwaish fight his filthy obsession... or crave the ruin he promised? | Book 2 in Crimson Vows Series |

Meet Akshant Pratap Shekhawat, a royal with a tough exterior and sharp wit. Despite his cold demeanor, he craves his father's love, but his life is tangled in betrayal and family drama. To prove himself, Akshant takes on the challenge of finding true love by seeking the perfect bride. Enter Niharika Sharma, a simple, middle-class dreamer. Her life takes an unexpected turn when Akshant offers her an unconventional marriage proposal. Forced into a pact, Niharika must play the role of a perfect wife without emotional attachment. Bound by rules that forbid lies and demand loyalty, Niharika finds herself navigating Akshant's royal world. As they balance on the thin line between duty and personal freedom, an unexpected love story begins to bloom. Beneath their forced alliance lies the possibility of a real connection. Will Akshant find the love he's been yearning for? Can Niharika reconcile her dreams with the realities of royal life?

"𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙮'𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧." ************* Shivansh opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, Prisha closed the gap between them and pressed her lips against his. ************* It was sudden. Unpredictable. Her lips were soft but desperate-seeking safety, not just romance. His eyes widened, caught completely off guard. But he didn't stop her. Something in that moment held him frozen. He kissed her back, gently, letting her lead, letting her release all the pain she had buried. Her lips trembled, and slowly, tears began to roll down her cheeks. She broke the kiss and wrapped her arms tightly around him, sobbing softly against his chest. ************ Tropes/- Business man x hidden identity His enemy's daughter Touch her and die Touch him and you don't find your ash Devil x Roseheart She breaks x he heals Die for each other His vengeance her love Forced marriage Marriage at gun point Multi couples ************ Other couples/- Suhani Raichand x Rudransh khurana Vikrant Singhania x Vanshika ************ ➥𝐕𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑-"𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞"

𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈- Once a strict and calm professor, Vedant has faced many challenges. Raised without family's love, he built his life on his own. His past is haunted by the loss of his mother, a pain caused by betrayal within his own family. To the world, he's strong and unbreakable, but inside, he carries deep wounds that few can see. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥" 𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑-She was his student. quiet, insecure who secretly loved him but kept her feelings hidden. Situations kept them apart. Situations changed her as tough and closed off, refusing to let herself fall in love again. "𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ,𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦" Will they accept this 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭..