𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨

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

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

He was a broken man carrying the weight of a painful past and the responsibility of being a single father to his four-year-old son. Cold, arrogant, emotionally distant - the world feared him, but his little boy was the only softness left in his heart. She was a gentle soul trapped in a house that never felt like home. A traditional, innocent girl who spent her whole life craving the love of her parents but only received silence and neglect in return. Soft-hearted, scared, and quietly broken behind her beautiful smile. Two wounded hearts. One forced marriage. And a little boy who slowly becomes the reason they start healing. He never wanted any woman in his life. She never expected anyone to choose her. But sometimes, love enters quietly... through tiny hands, silent care, and hearts that were always waiting to be loved. In a marriage neither of them wanted, will they finally find the home they were searching for in each other? ♡

"Please... Open...the door...I can't breathe.." She said breathing heavily... "You have to pay for ur mistake.. Mene tumhe pehle hi warn kia tha..ki tumhaari wajah se agar meri family ko zara si bhi takleef hui...then you will face the worst side of me.. My dear Wife..." He said with gritted teeth.. standing on the other side of door.. She was struggling for a single breath... He turned off the lights of the room..to torture her more..as she is scared from darkness.. Her body couldn't tolerate anymore...and She collapsed.. He is not aware that She has asthma... . . . . . . . He is 30 She is 21 He is the eldest son of his family She is the youngest daughter of her family He is Cold as ice.. She is Warm as fire.. He is 6'2 She is 5'3 Story Troupe ✨Age gap ✨Slow burn romance ✨Forced marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨He fell first and harder Come... let's dive into the amazing and sizzling story of Vardaan Singhania and Noor Mehra..✨✨ As it's my first work ever on Wattpad...there are various errors and grammatical mistakes but I promise that I 'll try to improve myself..

She believed love could heal every wound. He believed love was the biggest weakness. Vaidehi Joshi had always dreamed of a marriage filled with love, warmth, and companionship. To her, marriage was not just a ritual-it was about finding a soulmate, a humsafar. But destiny had different plans. Rudra Singhania world revolved only around his family and his little niece, Myra Singhania. Forced into an arranged marriage because of family pressure, Rudra makes one thing clear on the very first night- "Mujhse mohabbat ki umeed mat karna." ("Don't expect love from me.") For Vaidehi, those words shatter every dream she ever had. Yet despite his coldness, she continues to stand beside him silently... caring for his family, loving Myra like her own, and slowly becoming the peace in his chaotic life. What happens when the man who hated love starts fearing the thought of losing his wife? A story of forced marriage, unspoken feelings, jealousy, pain, healing, and a love that slowly turns strangers into soulmates. Because sometimes... your humsafar is chosen by destiny before being accepted by the heart.

#Book1 in Mafia Romance Series 𝓓𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: To all the girls out there who secretly wish for a morally grey man to turn their world upside down. ──────── ୨୧ ──────── Veeranshu Singhaniya: His name alone is enough to send shivers down the spines of his enemies. CEO of the Singhaniya Group and the formidable head of the Phantom Legion Mafia, Veeranshu fears no one-except his mother. A ruthless perfectionist with a commanding presence, he values his family and siblings deeply, though his love is often masked in discipline. In his world, love is a distraction-until it isn't. If he sets his eyes on something... or someone... he will make them his by any means necessary-hook or crook. Akshara: An orphan girl with a heart full of innocence, kindness, and quiet dreams. Akshara is the embodiment of grace and gentleness. Living under the roof of cruel relatives who treat her like a burden, her only solace lies in painting and dancing. She's a college student struggling to find a job and a way out. But what happens when her path crosses with the most dangerous man of the underworld? Will she manage to escape the dark pull of Veeranshu Singhaniya, or will she become his most prized possession-forever trapped in the cage of his obsession?

𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝟑𝟒 | 𝑪𝑬𝑶 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 Operating in high-rise boardrooms and shadowed corridors alike, Rudransh commands absolute authority without raising his voice. He operates with calculated precision-dismantling rivals in silence while fiercely safeguarding his inner circle. Coldly sophisticated and impossible to read, he remains an untouchable force and an impenetrable shield for his family. 🦋 𝑨𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒍 𝟐𝟔 | 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 & 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 Beneath her warm, soft aesthetic lies a quiet, practical grit. Working toward her dream of an independent art studio, Aanya is a romantic who loses herself in books and rain-soaked afternoons-yet remains grounded enough to hold her ground with quiet grace. Her world is anchored by a tight-knit family, two steadfast friends, and an ever-supportive older brother. Rᴜᴅʀᴀɴsʜ Sɪɴɢʜ Rᴀᴛʜᴏʀᴇ X Aᴀɴʏᴀ Aɢᴀʀᴡᴀʟ When logic meets stubborn, rules break.

Adirath Singh Rathore × Sanskriti Sharma Healed Hearts Series: Book 2 Can Be read as Standalone Adirath Singh Rathore, the Hukum of Rajasthan. A king feared by men and obeyed by institutions, Adirath lives by unbreakable rules forged by witnessing cruelty within his own family. He despises lies, refuses emotional dependence, and believes love is a weakness capable of destroying order. Sanskriti Sharma, a girl blamed for her mother's death, starved of affection, denied safety, and surrounded by men who either ignored her suffering or exploited it - learns early that survival means becoming invisible. Her only protectors are her brother, Rohan, and her nani. And when her nani dies, the last shield disappears. Their worlds collide through fate and force. The first time he sees her, something primal awakens inside him - an instinct to claim, to protect, to make her his own. He forces her into marriage. It is a story about power being undone by gentleness - and a woman learning that love does not have to be earned through suffering. #TOP 1 in obsessionatfirstsight (13/05/26) #TOP1 in India (13/05/26) #TOP4 in desivibes (20/07/26) #TOP5 in 18plus (20/07/26) #TOP1 in innocentfml (12/08/26) #TOP3 in lion (15/08/26)

𝓐𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 "He didn't touch me on our wedding night-not even a glance that felt like a beginning. I told myself I wouldn't fall. That I wouldn't love a man who kept the door to his heart bolted shut. But I did. In the way he said my name when he was tired. In the way he protected me without admitting it. I fell for a man who didn't want a wife. And every day, I wondered if being his wasn't enough to be his." ~ "I married her, not for love-but for peace. I told myself she was just a name on paper, not someone who'd turn my world upside down. I was cold, distant. Maybe even cruel. But she stayed. She smiled when I didn't deserve it. She made a stranger's house feel like something I wanted to come home to. And without warning-I fell. Now I can't look at her without wondering how I ever thought I could live untouched by her love."