🌹 He married her to destroy her. He left her to bleed in silence. Two years later, she returns-not as his victim, but as his only salvation. When ruthless billionaire Dhruvansh Raghuvanshi, CEO of Raghuvanshi Industries, learns that his father's downfall was linked to the Malhotras, he chooses revenge over reason. Sweet, innocent Vaanya Malhotra pays the price-humiliated and abandoned at the mandap on her wedding day. Two years later, Vaanya has rebuilt her life. No longer the fragile bride, she is now Dr. Vaanya Malhotra, one of the city's most promising cardiologists. But her world collides with Dhruvansh again when she is appointed as the personal doctor to his beloved grandmother. Old wounds resurface. Guilt claws at him. Rage burns in her veins. But destiny refuses to let them walk away. As family secrets unravel and enemies strike again, Dhruvansh must fight for forgiveness-and prove that this time, his love is not revenge but redemption. ✨ A tale of revenge, heartbreak, strength, and second chances that will pull you into a storm of passion and pain.

Est Supha has everything-wealth, status, power, and a future already written in gold. He's the perfect heir of a perfect family, living a life untouched by consequences. Until a single scandal shatters everything. As public outrage threatens to destroy their empire, Est's parents make an unthinkable decision-to marry him off. Not for love. Not for choice. But for image. William is nothing like Est. An orphan. Soft-spoken. Kind in a world that rewards cruelty. A man who teaches poor children under the sun and expects nothing in return. A man who becomes a husband not because he wants to be-but because he is chosen. Their marriage is a contract signed in silence. One bed. Two strangers. A house colder than the headlines outside. Est keeps his distance. William keeps his feelings to himself. Because loving someone who never reaches back is painful. But what Est doesn't know- While he's fighting to rebuild his reputation, William is fighting something much quieter. Something that doesn't trend. Something that doesn't wait. Because scandals fade. Power can be reclaimed. But love? Love becomes dangerous when you realize you might lose the one person who loved you first. And sometimes... the husband meant to protect a family name becomes the one worth destroying it for. Cold Husband × Gentle Husband Contract Marriage Slow Burn One-Sided Love Regret Arc 🦈🎸

Yuvan, a young businessman. He could not marry the girl he loves due to his illness. His family forces him to marry Shreya but there is a secret in this marriage which only they both know. A contract. How will this contract change their lives?? How will they live this forced marriage?. Read to find out

In the bustling school canteen, a shy-hearted girl named Siya gathers every ounce of courage to confess her feelings. Standing before Arsh - the boy she's secretly admired for years - she says, "I like you." But what she receives isn't kindness. It's cruelty. "Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Who would love an ugly duckling like you?" Years pass. Wounds fade, but scars remain. Fate brings them back together - not as friends, not as strangers - but as an unexpected bride and groom on a wedding day neither of them planned. Her sister ran away, and Siya was forced into the bridal seat... only to be met with Arsh's cold hatred once again. He blames her for everything. But Siya is no longer that timid girl. As secrets from the past resurface - twisted with betrayal, obsession, and buried truths - Siya must choose between being broken again or standing up for herself. And this time... she won't go down without a fight. Join the story to know more about them... Highest ranking: No.1 highschoolcrush on 08/05/2025

Abhay Gautam is a 25 year old Software Engineer, shy, ambivert, and a very smart-looking person. He never questioned his mom and always obey her orders for some reason. He used to spend his time alone and talking to himself. He is not an arrogant person. He is an extrovert to them who are close to his heart. . He never had any romantic relationship, because he is afraid of heartbreaks. He was intelligent in study but, no intrest in sports. His parents is finding a girl for him because, he is not capable of get by himself. . Prerna Singh is a 23 year old girl, beautiful and daddy's girl. She is a mechanical engineer but her family didn't allow her to do any job, so currently she is learning household works. She isn't open up to anyone due to the tense environment of her family. . Will they understand eachother after marriage? Will Prerna open up to Abhay? Will there be a blossom of love between them when Abhay is so afraid of showing his emotions? Let's see how they both will complete eachother and become a perfect life partners for eachother. Let's see how there will be a BLOSSOM OF LOVE between them. 💐 [NOTE:- New chapters daily.] Most Impressive Ranking/s: #1 in Smile #1 in Indian Love #3 in Understanding #4 in Abhay #4 in Prerna #6 in Care #11 in Strict Parents #20 in Introvert #22 in Heart

A cold cop and his newly wedded wife go from enemies to lovers, with teasing and roasting adding spice to their journey. As they navigate their roles and desires, their relationship heats up, blending thrilling crime narratives with steamy romance. Add in some jealousness, possessiveness, intimate moments and a lot of second-hand embarrassment. xxxx "Baby, why are you glowing all of a sudden?" Asher's voice was laced with amusement, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I glow every day. You just failed to see it," I replied with a teasing smirk, rolling my eyes in mock exasperation. "Oh, I know! You're glowing because you're an angel on Earth-" he started, his tone full of charm. "And this angel will be taking the window seat," I cut him off with a laugh, seeing through his playful tactics. Asher feigned disappointment, his lips forming a pout. "But baby, I wanted to enjoy the view with my favorite person." I leaned in closer, a playful glint in my eyes. "You'll still enjoy the view, just from the aisle seat this time." He chuckled, shaking his head in mock defeat. "Alright, angel, you win this round." I grinned triumphantly, feeling a rush of excitement. "Just this round? I always win, you know." He leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, maybe I let you win because I like seeing that victorious smile on your face." My cheeks flushed at his words, and I playfully nudged his shoulder. "Smooth talker." He winked, his gaze holding mine. "Only for you, angel."

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

"Mom, I don't know what the heck I'm doing... I'm going to marry my sister's fiancé," I said, tears streaming down my face. "We can't do anything, beta. It's destiny," Mom said. "But it's about my whole life... it's happening just because of a promise I made. Now I think my whole life is going to be a mess," I said. "Mahi, don't think like that," Mom said. "Now let's go, it's time for our marriage." I looked back, and there he was standing-my sister's fiancé. No, no, no, my would-be husband. COME JOIN THIS EXCITING STORY OF MAHI RAJPOOT X SIDHART SAXENA... Due to some unavoidable circumstances, a girl named MAHI has to marry her sister's fiancé. She has to sacrifice her dreams and adjust to this new world. But how will she do this? How will she adjust? Will she fall in love with her sister's fiancé? Will Sidharth fall in love with Mahi? Read to find out. #1updates #1newbook #1newstory #1readforread #1wattyawards #1hurtfulwords #2trust #2love triangle #3read for read #3wattpad

Featured in Serialised Spotlight Reading list of @AmbassadorsIN✨ Saanjh Mishra, a 27-year-old teacher, loved her simple, purposeful life. Her days were spent surrounded by young minds, and she found satisfaction in helping shape their small worlds. Marriage felt distant, almost unnecessary, yet when her parents arranged a meeting with a young doctor, she couldn't refuse. Ashrut Sharma, a 28-year-old pediatrician, was equally committed to his own quiet routines. Balancing his days between his studies and caring for children at the hospital, he found comfort in his solitude. Romance had never been a priority, but when his mother gently urged him to meet Saanjh, he agreed, if only to make her happy. Their first meeting was meant to be brief, an exchange of polite pleasantries over tea. But something in their shared silences and steady glances sparked a connection neither had expected. Saanjh saw a steadiness in Ashrut that felt reassuring, while Ashrut found her laughter warm, a contrast to his own reserved nature. Bound in marriage by their families' wishes, Saanjh and Ashrut began their life together as strangers, each careful in the other's presence. Yet gradually, small gestures began to bridge the space between them-a shared cup of tea in the early morning, the gentle way he'd listen to her talk about her students, or the warmth of her smile as she handed him his stethoscope before he left for work. In these moments, an unspoken affection grew, something as natural as it was unexpected. And with each quiet glance, each shared meal, they realized that love, perhaps, was not as distant as they had thought. In each other, they found not just a partner but a companion who brought a quiet joy to the everyday.

🌸 The wedding drums still echoed in her ears, even after the guests had left and the house had sunk into silence. Ananya sat on the edge of the bed, her red bangles clinking softly as she folded her trembling hands in her lap. This was the moment she had dreamed of since childhood-the beginning of a new life, a partner who would hold her close, a home built on laughter and trust. But reality stood in sharp contrast. Across the room, Arjun loosened his tie with visible frustration, his face drawn with an exhaustion that wasn't from the rituals but from something deeper-resistance. He hadn't looked at her the entire evening except when duty forced him to. His voice, when he finally spoke, was clipped and cold, a knife to her fragile hopes. "This marriage..." he said quietly, almost to himself, "was never my choice." The words sank into her heart like stones, shattering the fragile castles she had built in her imagination. Ananya lowered her gaze, tears pricking her eyes, but she swallowed them down. Crying wouldn't change the truth. She was an introvert who had never asked for much-only a life where love bloomed slowly but surely. Yet here she was, bound in a relationship where love seemed like a distant mirage. He was a man carrying his own scars, his own chains, and she was caught in the storm of his unwillingness. In that quiet room, between two strangers joined by force, a journey began. A journey that would test patience, break walls, and question what it really meant to choose someone-not with words, but with the heart. And though neither of them knew it yet, what started as a forced bond would one day turn into a choice that would redefine them both. --- 🐚🦑🪷