A few hours before the wedding, the bride ran away. Panic spread through the house and reputation was at stake. Guests had already arrived. The wedding could not be stopped. So they found a replacement. Her. The girl who had spent her entire life in their home, yet never truly belonged there. Against her wishes, her parents forced her to sit beneath her sister's veil and take her place at the mandap. Hidden behind the veil, she prayed the marriage would end before anyone discovered the truth. But fate was never on her side. The moment the veil was lifted, silence fell. Shock turned into outrage. Whispers turned into accusations. And she was left to bear the consequences of a decision she had never made. Worst of all, the man she was now bound to looked at her with something far more painful than anger. Hatred. A hatred she couldn't understand. Yet despite everything, she held on to a fragile hope. A hope that perhaps, with time, things would get better. On their wedding night, she waited for him. And waited. But somewhere between hope and exhaustion, she fell asleep. What she didn't know was that her husband had already left the country that very night without a single word. Without an explanation. Without looking back. Six months later, he returns. The husband who abandoned her. The man who never wanted her. And the hatred in his eyes remains unchanged. A marriage forced upon two unwilling hearts. And a bond neither of them can escape. But fate had chosen already.

"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.

🥇 #1 in Wattpad 🥇 #1 in WattpadIndia 🥇 #1 in WattpadRomance 🥇 #1 in WattpadFiction 🥇#1 in WattpadFanFiction 🥇 #1 in FirstStory 🥇#1 in Firstloves 🥇#1 in Wedding 🥇 And so many more rankings that still feel unreal to me! (13.06.2026) On the day of his wedding, Dhruv Malhotra was left at the altar. Humiliated. Betrayed. Enraged. And somehow, Riya ended up paying the price. Now trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, Riya becomes the target of a man who looks at her like she ruined his life. Dhruv hates her. Riya fears him. But behind closed doors, hatred slowly begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Because in a marriage built on revenge... someone is bound to fall first.

🖤 Vritant Vardhan & Adhrita Adani 🖤 He was born in the shadow of the national emblem - a son sculpted by silence, not slogans. She was sent away before legacy could stain her - a daughter raised to heal, not to belong. 🕊️ Vritant wears restraint like armor. Adhrita folds softness into silence. 🕊️ They meet at a wedding neither chose. No past. No plan. Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other - but somehow, they do. 👑 Because history pulls strings. And sometimes, the thread remembers what the throne forgets. 🧵 🖋️ Legacy wrote their last names. ❤️ But it was love that underlined them. Tropes: PM's Son x CM's Daughter Businessman x Doctor Chaos x Calm Rich x Rich Sarcastic x Quiet Delhi x Newyork Heir who hates it x heiress who escaped it Reluctant heir x Hidden heiress Emotionally guarded x Emotionally grounded Slow burn! No cheating!

📚 Silk and Smoke Where silk whispers and smoke lingers, their love story begins. She's couture and command. He's chaos in quiet. Together - they could rewrite fate... or set it on fire. Ivikaa Ambani - the heiress who stitched Paris into her bones and stitched shut her heart. "Silk drips from her touch, fire hums beneath her ribs - Ivikaa, the princess of Paris by design." Adwait Agnivanshi - a man molded by Mumbai's alleys and armed with silence sharper than any scream. "Smoke doesn't scream - it smothers. Adwait, born from Mumbai's cracks, raised in its shadows." Between the bruises of power and the hush of devotion, their story unfolds - slow, aching, inevitable. Because when silk meets smoke... something always catches fire. Tropes : Billionaire X Billionaire Rich X Royal Paris X Mumbai Eldest Daughter X Youngest Son Fashion Designer X 10th Fail Spotlight X Shadows Ambani X Agnivanshi Silk X Smoke No cheating Trope!

TOP 3 = 25 APRIL 2026 Top 2 - 23 may 26 Top 5 - 24 may 26 Top1- 25may 26 Top 3 27 may Top9- 29 may In a world of grandeur, secrets, and legacy... destiny doesn't ask-it commands. Aaradhana, a quiet yet fierce girl with a haunting past, never imagined her life would collide with royalty. But when fate pushes her into the powerful Rajput Rathore dynasty, it isn't love that brings her there... It's replacement. The alliance was meant for Tanisha. Aaradhana was never the chosen bride-only the forced one. She wasn't the bride they wanted. She was the bride they needed. But royal decisions come with a price... and she is the one who has to pay it. Bound in a marriage of obligation, Aaradhana finds herself trapped between rigid traditions, hidden truths, and a husband-Yugveer Singh Rathore-who never wanted a wife to begin with. Cold. Distant. Unreadable. Yet beneath the silence... lies a storm neither of them is ready to face. Because sometimes, the heart that feels nothing... ends up needing the one it never chose. Can a girl meant to be forgotten become unforgettable? Can a marriage built on compulsion turn into something real? When power, pride, and passion collide... one woman will rewrite her destiny. She wasn't the first choice. She is The Royal Replacement. 👑🔥 (Completed)

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

Previous title AAROHI : HIS FORCED WIFE he wants a pawn. for a property deal of his dead grandfather.the condition is only married heir has right to claim the property. he wants a wife that don't interrogate his life.... he decided to cage a innocent soul that not intefear in his life. he saw her at cafe and decides to take move..... "please don't hurt my mom" she begging on her knees "then Marry me" he orders. "if you want your mother alive, then marry me aarohi , or else--" he threats .. will he has feelings for her? will she Happy in this forced marriage? will they be together in future? ..

"𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏" she hissed "𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅" he drank. ⟡ ── ☠ ── ⟡ 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐍𝐞𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐥 -supposed to marry another man... But a Monster came for her. Not with love. Not with permission. But with blood on his hands and obsession in his eyes. 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐡𝐫𝐚 - billionaire, mafia, dangerously powerful, and a man feared by everyone - destroys her wedding and forcefully marries her in front of the world. To Roop, he is nothing but a monster wrapped in expensive suits and deadly silence. She hates him. Fights him. Breaks under him. And when hatred turns poisonous... She finally whispers, "I mixed poison." And Vansh only smiles. "I know you did." Because a man obsessed for years does not fear death from the woman he worships. Locked inside a marriage built on force, secrets, obsession, and dangerous desire, Roop slowly discovers that Vansh's love is not normal. It is consuming. Violent. Terrifying. The kind of love that ruins a person before claiming them completely. But the darkest part? The more she tries to escape him... The more her soul begins to belong to him.

In "Kismat," an unexpected twist of fate brings Rehan and Meera together in an accidental marriage. Their lives collide in an unexpected encounter, binding them in a relationship neither anticipated nor desired. Will Rehan and Meera find harmony and happiness, or will their forced bond unravel? "Kismat" is a captivating tale of love, destiny, and the unpredictable journey of life.