He wasn't the man she was supposed to marry. But when her fiancé cheated on the day of their wedding, his elder brother stepped in - not out of love, but to protect her dignity. Sharvika never wanted Veeransh. She never forgave him for what she thought he'd stolen. So she wore the bridal red with rage in her heart and vengeance on her lips. Veeransh accepted her coldness, her silence, her subtle punishments - all without defense. He never asked for her love. He only offered quiet protection... and took every blame she threw like it was his to carry. But hatred is a fragile thing when laid beside kindness. And guilt? Guilt never stays buried forever. As truths unravel, so does her heart - piece by piece, in the arms of the man she swore to hate. A story of broken vows, silent sacrifice, and a love that was never meant to happen... but did anyway. ........... Tropes: Marriage of convenience Fiancé runs, brother replaces Cold wife × quiet, protective husband He takes the blame, she gives the pain Guilt. Resentment. Silent love. .......... Words count : 47,650 ......... Started on : July 17, 2025 Completed on : ......... ! This story is complete work of imagination and it's completely mine ! ......... Pictures:- Pinterest (credits to the rightful owners)

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

Daksh didn't argue. He didn't rush to soothe her or deny her pain. Ishani turned away, her body tense, voice barely above a whisper but sharp with hurt. " it feels like the universe made a cruel joke - giving me you instead of the one I wanted." Her words landed heavy, and inside, Daksh felt the sting like a thousand invisible wounds. But he swallowed the pain, forcing himself to stay calm. "Ishani," he said softly, stepping a little closer, "please... just hear me out. I never asked for this. I only wanted to protect you from being broken even more." She flinched but didn't turn around. "Protect me? How can I feel protected when everything I dreamed of is shattered?" His voice grew gentle but urgent. "Maybe I can't fix the past. But I'm here - not as a replacement, but as someone who wants to stand by you." She clenched her fists, her breath hitching. "I'm tired, Daksh. So tired of pretending this is okay." Daksh's heart ached, watching her fight with herself - wanting to break but refusing to fall. "I'm not asking you to pretend. Just to give me a chance... to be here." Then Ishani whispered, voice raw and trembling, "I'm not ready. Not yet." Daksh nodded slowly, the pain clear in his eyes but his resolve unshaken. "Whenever you're ready... I'll wait." ||Daksh Sehgal - the elder son of the prestigious Sehgal family. Intelligent and responsible, he carries the weight of his legacy with quiet strength. With devilishly handsome looks and a calm, kind soul, Daksh is more than just a charming face - he's a protector at heart, willing to put others before himself.|| ||Ishani Raichand - a gentle soul wrapped in grace and innocence. Soft-spoken yet strong, she is a girl who carries the weight of the world on her fragile shoulders without ever letting it show. Her heart beats for her loved ones, and she endures every storm with silent courage. For her father's reputation, she's willing to sacrifice her own dreams, her own voice even her own happiness.||

Coming out of an abusive marriage where she was assaulted for dowry, years later, Dhriti Diwan is a self made Billionaire. Saad Hafiz, a surgeon who hides an ugly past of his own agrees to marry the sister of his best friend. Two different people bounded in a marriage of convenience with a thread of pain. Will Dhriti ever be able to love again? What's going to happen when Saad gets to know about the body of his wife which is covered in burnt marks and bruises? Will he get repulsed by her? Dhriti considers herself unwanted, will Saad ever be able to love her?

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔... ************************************ Allie and Nathan have been bestfriend's their entire lives- they do everything together including, now, college. Nathan is the more experienced one out of the two, often being considered a man whore who only knows how to do casual flings and meaningless hook ups. Allie, on the other hand, is the total opposite and still a virgin. And she hates Nathans protectiveness over her when it comes to men. Allie decides it's time to lose her virginity and just get it over with now that she's a college girl, but she wants her first time to be special with someone she trusts. Who better than her own bestfriend? What happens once that line has been crossed and there's no going back? Can they maintain the friendship and really let it be "Just this once"?

"What did you say to Papa yesterday?" Adhvita stood in front of him, eyes blazing with pain and fury. Her tears were ready to fall, but her pride held them back - for now. Ibrahim's heart sank. He had never imagined that the girl he once called his faith would look at him like he was a stranger. He tried to hold her hand. She pushed him away and shouted, "MAINE POOCHA AAPNE KYA KAHA THA KAL PAPA SE?" He couldn't speak. As if something was choking his throat. Red eyes. Silent tears. Fear. Not of being wrong - but of losing her. "...Divorce." The word barely escaped his lips. A loud slap followed. Her world shattered. "So you're leaving me?" she whispered, broken. He closed his eyes, nodded slowly. She trembled. Held his hands. Kissed them. "Just once... say it's a lie, Jaana..." Her tears fell on his hands like drops of pain. "I'll die without you." Her voice cracked, her soul screamed. She fell to his feet. Begging. Crying. Shaking. "Please don't leave me, Jaana... please... take me with you..." No one stopped him. No one held her. He bent down, kissed her forehead. "I love you." Vo jaa rha tha, Woh jaane ke liye hi to aaya tha. ★ Start ~ 14 April 2024 End~

The One she loved left her a day before her marriage The ones she cared humiliated her,despised her and blamed her for everything but what will happen when she will be forced to marry a mere stranger Aditi Sharma a 24 year old aspiring CA an ambivert who loves her family Daksh Agnihotri a 30 year old businessman, introvert doesn't like to express his emotions, lives with his only grandma [Dakhs: you wanted to see me married right? Grandma: yes beta I'm dying to see ur bride who will bring joy to our empty lives Who will fill this quite mension with the sounds of her anklets (Tears gathered in her eyes) Daksh:Then I'm getting married Her eyes widened Grandma: what when did you meet he-, What's her name , what's her age, how does she looks Daksh: I Don't know Grandma: WHAT THE- U're getting married to her and you don't even know her name??????]

❀° ┄──────╮ 𝒟𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: 𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺. ╰──────┄ °❀ Ibrahim Alaamah who is a pure Muslim guy. A man of his words, well mannered, a bit short tempered, serious who also has a hobby of collecting luxury cars. A workoholic person who always keeps himself away from relationship stuffs. ❝ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❞ ~ ᴵᴮᴿᴬᴴᴵᴹ ᴬᴸᴬᴬᴹᴬᴴ Amaya Verma who is a pure Hindu girl. A girl who loves fashion, chubby, lively,a bit badtameez but soft hearted. A girl who never compromises with her things and choices in her life. ❝ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ❞ ~ ᴬᴹᴬʸᴬ ⱽᴱᴿᴹᴬ 𝘕𝘖𝘞 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘚- 「 ✦ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴘᴏʟᴀʀꜱ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ? ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ? ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ? ✦ 」 ➽───────────────❥ ☾₊‧⁺ ┄──────╮ 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝓃𝒶𝓋𝒶 ╰──────┄ ⁺‧₊☽ ~𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘫𝘢

"What is your favourite colour?" Esha asked, her fingers grazing her husband's jaw as she leaned back lazily against him on their couch. "Green," he said in a blink, thinking about her in green. It was sight to watch his wife in green, their first meet was still vivid in his memories. She'd worn a beautiful green anarkali, and a pair of cream jhumkas. The light around in the restaurant helped her to shine like a star along with her twinkling eyes and he'd instantly felt tempted by the woman. "Ey! That's mine." She urged turning her head to meet his eyes. Giving her coy and beautiful smile, that's only and only reserved for her, he cupped her soft cheeks in his palms and pecked her nose, right on the piercing-he so loved, and whispered. "And you are mine, sweetheart."