"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

Genre: Arranged Marriage Romance | Drama | Slow Burn | Enemies to Lovers When sweet, small-town schoolteacher Naina Mathur is unexpectedly proposed to by none other than Ryan Malhotra - Asia's most feared, ruthless business tycoon - her world flips upside down. Shy, soft-hearted, and deeply rooted in her modest life, Naina never dreamed she'd be swept into the glittering chaos of the ultra-rich. And certainly not into the arms of a man who barely speaks, never smiles, and carries secrets colder than his steel gaze. Ryan Malhotra doesn't believe in love. He doesn't trust softness. But when family duty and business align, he agrees to an arranged marriage with the one woman who doesn't fear his name - just the world he lives in. What starts as a strategic alliance slowly sparks with unexpected emotions, clashing ideals, and dangerous attraction. As wedding functions unfold in royal palaces and under the unforgiving eye of the media, Naina and Ryan are forced to confront their buried pasts, internal fears, and growing desire. From awkward first meetings, protective touches, jealousy, and lingering glances - to the playful meddling of cousins and the scars that shaped them both - they begin to discover that love isn't always born from choice. Sometimes, it's destiny's most powerful storm. Two strangers. One arrangement. And a love neither saw coming. 🔑 Primary Keywords Arranged marriage romance Billionaire romance South Asian romance Indian royal romance Opposites attract Tycoon love story Teacher x CEO romance Rich boy poor girl romance Emotional slow burn romance Enemies to lovers Forced proximity romance Palace wedding romance Protective male lead Innocent girl love story Cultural romance fiction Family drama romance Fictional Indian romance

[UNDER EDITING] ~Tere aane par jaana maine, Kahi na kahi zinda hun main.~ ⋆ ───────── ⋆ She was BROKEN by the man who was supposed to protect her. He was the man who HEALED wounds he never created. She thought her life ended the night she was raped by her own husband. He made her believe that maybe... she could live again. And while he slowly became HER SAFE PLACE... She became the HOME he never had. Dive into a story where two broken souls meet... and slowly learn that maybe love can heal what life shattered. ⋆ ───────── ⋆ Tropes • Friends to Lovers • Second Chance Love • Slow Burn • Healing Love • Revenge • Romcom ⋆ ───────── ⋆

Tara was innocence wrapped in dangerous temptation. she has voluptuous curves, doe-like eyes, and a heart too pure for the filth of his thoughts. She was his sister-in-law's younger sister, a line he should never cross. But Samarth didn't believe in lines. From the first time he saw her, something inside him snapped. It wasn't love...it was hunger. A hunger that grew into obsession. And obsession into possession. He watched her. Studied her. Imagined her in every sinful way he could ruin her innocence until she'd only ever belong to him. Tara had no idea the devil was already in her life, and no idea that the man she thought was family was plotting to claim her in the most wicked ways. Samarth didn't care if it was wrong. Didn't care if she resisted. Because once he touched her, there would be no escape. She was his sweetest sin... and he would take her. Again. And again. And again.

Naina. The one who thinks, saying to leave him alone, and I will do that. I will never leave him. I am his Pareshani. He walks away, and I follow. He glares, and I grin. He builds walls, and I put a bomb on them, blasting those walls off. He tries to leave. I run in front of his car. Par pata hai, life mein maza tabhi he aata hai, jab life me koi parishani ho No matter where you go, gunda. I will be there. Ajay. She is a pain in my head. A headache, a nuisance. Trouble, god knows for what sin he is punishing me with her. She teases me like I am her damn puppet. Annoying. Stupid, and a big fucking Pareshani. She calls me Gunda. I don't want her, does she understand that? No, she laughs- a stupid grin on her face. She makes me want to just... Zindagi mein parishani hi parishani hai, mujhe ek aur parishani ki zaroorat nahi hai. Join Naina in her chase to get her Gunda. Why should the Guy always chase, and join A girl in her chase to get the man she loves? The Gunda Chronicles. First book.

#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 Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - 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.)

She came to Devgarh broken, carrying silence where her voice should have been. He was the Sarpanch-feared, distant, and a man who never crossed his own lines. What begins as protection slowly turns into something neither of them names... until care becomes habit, presence becomes comfort, and love grows quietly between them. This is not a story of saving. It is a story of choosing-again and again. A love built on respect, restraint, and the courage to stay. ~~~ 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: Soft Romance Dark Themes Set in the 1980s Age Gap (25 × 30) Rural Royalty Rescuer Hero × Survivor Heroine Protective & Possessive (Healthy) Powerful Man × Quiet Strength Devotee Hero × Devotee Heroine Slow Burn Romance Found Family Feminine Power Rising Courtroom Justice Arc

He's the heir to an empire. She's the quiet girl no one expected him to choose. Devank Mehra doesn't talk more than he needs to. Vani doesn't talk at all unless she has to. When an old family promise ties them together in an arranged marriage neither of them asked for, silence becomes their common language. But he watches everything. And she notices too much. In a world of expectations, power, and controlled emotions - something soft begins to unfold. This isn't love at first sight. It's a story of stolen glances, unspoken tension, and the slow unraveling of two people who were never meant to fall... but do anyway. 💍 An age-gap, slow-burn arranged marriage romance. 🥀 Where silence is not the absence of love... but the beginning of it. #romance #romanticfiction #lovestory #indianromance #fiction #love #romancewriter #arrangedmarriage #slowburn #agegapromance #dominantmalelead #shyfemalelead #silentlove #tension #emotionalromance #softgirl #slowburnromance #wattpad #wattpadindia #wattpadwriter #indianwriter #writersofwattpad #wattpadstory #wattpadromance #newonwattpad #readonwattpad

She was the girl who never spoke up. He was the boy who couldn't. Saanjh has always followed the rules - the good daughter, the quiet listener, the perfect bride-in-making. But behind her composed silence lies a heart aching to be heard. Then comes Vihaan - the boy with ink-stained fingers, untamed thoughts, and a voice the world rarely hears. Once silenced by selective mutism, Vihaan now chooses his words carefully... and his people even more so. He doesn't speak much - but when he does, it feels like poetry. Their connection is not loud. It doesn't come with grand confessions or dramatic moments. It comes in shared glances, late-night scribbles, and quiet understanding. In a world that punishes softness, their silence becomes rebellion - and their love, a sanctuary. A tender, aching tale of two misfits who find in each other the courage to be seen, to be heard, and to be entirely themselves - no apologies, no noise, just truth. Some stories don't need words to be felt. Some loves begin in silence... and never stop speaking.