𝓚𝓮𝓱𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓚𝓱𝓾𝓭𝓪 𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓳𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓴𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝔂𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓷𝓪 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓴𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓪𝔂𝓪 𝓗𝓪𝓻 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓴𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝔂𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓷𝓪 𝓱𝓪𝓲 𝓾𝓼𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝓫 𝓴𝓪 𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓜𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓳𝓱𝓴𝓸 𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓪𝔂𝓪 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓳𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓲 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓴𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝔂𝓮 𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒗𝒊𝒌 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒙 𝑹𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒌 ↳ Substitute Bride ↳ Cold Husband × Reserved Wife ↳ He Falls First & Harder The alliance was perfect. Until the bride ran away. With reputation at stake and no time left, a decision was made- one that no one questioned, but no one truly chose. Ruhaani Mallik was never meant to be the bride. Just the girl who stood in the background... unnoticed, unimportant. But in a moment of desperation, she was pushed into a place that was never hers. Ritvik Shergill didn't ask questions. He didn't care who stood beside him. For him, marriage was never about love. Just responsibility. Two strangers. One rushed wedding. A bond built on compulsion. But when a man who never believed in emotions starts to notice the girl who never expected anything, something begins to shift. Because she was never the one he was meant to marry... and yet, she might become the one he cannot let go.

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*

He built an empire out of ashes, burying every trace of emotion beneath cold walls of steel and power. She grew up in a world that never valued her, carrying wounds that no one could see. Two broken souls from opposite worlds are bound together by fate. He has wealth, influence, and scars that never healed. She has nothing-except a quiet strength that could shatter his walls. As secrets of the past begin to unravel-mysterious deaths, betrayals, and shadows that refuse to stay buried-what began as an unwanted bond turns into the only thing that can save them both. It is not a story of riches or rags. It is a story of how a village girl becomes the heartbeat of a man who had forgotten how to feel love and how love can bloom even in the ruins of a burnt garden.

◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆ She walks through life quietly, carrying the weight of her world alone. With no parents by her side, she keeps her pain hidden behind a gentle smile. Life has been harsh, yet she keeps moving forward, finding little sparks of happiness even in the darkest moments. Alone, yet unbroken; silent, yet strong. But will anyone ever notice the storms behind her eyes? Can someone reach the girl who has learned to face the world on her own? ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ He is rich, guarded, and fiercely independent. Betrayal has made him distant from love, and he keeps people at arm's length. His anger is sharp, his walls are high, but beneath the cold exterior lies someone who feels everything deeply and silently. Untouchable, yet not unfeeling. But who will dare to break through his walls? Can anyone make him trust love again? ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆ What will happen when they are forced into a marriage? Will their hearts find love, or will they remain worlds apart? Can two souls, so different and guarded, ever trust each other enough to stay together-or will fate keep them apart forever? "Can hearts so guarded ever beat as one?" #1 brokenfemalelead

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚 never imagined that her first year of college would begin with a marriage she wasn't prepared for... And definitely not with 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 - the campus heartthrob, gym freak, extrovert, and the boy every girl dreams of. She is shy, soft, and chubby. He is bold, confident, and terrifyingly handsome. Two opposites. One unexpected marriage. A secret that no one in campus can know. But the more they hide... the closer they fall. Because sometimes, your stranger husband becomes the only person your heart chooses. Tropes: • Arranged marriage • Secret marriage • Sunshine × Grumpy • College romance • Age gap • Possessive ML • Shy FL • Slow burn • Forced proximity • Hidden relationship ⚠️ Warnings: • Mature themes • Slowburn romance • Jealous/Possessive moments • Family drama • Light emotional scenes

#1 in #wattpad on 30/12/2025 #1 in #intimacy on 21/01/2026 #2 in #wattpadromance on 05/02/2026 #4 in #family on 14/01/2026 _____________ "You married Armaan Shekhawat. Remember that means your freedom no longer belongs to you. It belongs to me." Armaan Shekhawat demands control. She still believes in love. "But you should still be scared of me, Mrs. Shekhawat." ___________ He smiled faintly... not the cocky smirk she was used to, but something real, almost boyish. "What have you done to me, Rooh? I used to hate mornings, and now I can't imagine waking up without you next to me." She blinked fast, her throat tightening. He leaned closer, his hand sliding to the back of her neck, his thumb brushing the edge of her jaw. "I want to be with you. Always. I don't care where, how, or when. I just..." He exhaled softly. "Damn, I can't live without you." ___________ #DarkRomance #ArrangedMarriage #ForcedMarriage #HateToLove #EnemiesToLovers #Possessive #Spicy #CEORomance #ContractMarriage #ForcedProximity #SlowBurnRomance #DarkPast

I love the way you look at me....𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗽- these hatred-filled eyes burning straight into my soul You are perfect combination of full course meal and dessert.....𝗠𝗮𝗮𝗻 Scene 1- His eyes are dangerously commanding me to stop. But of course I love to break a man ego. Tyre with just one finger away, our eyes locked and his hand gripping his fingers and mine gripping bullet. Fire that's all🔥 Tyre touch his pant.....yes exactly at his dick. "I think you don't love your future babies", I speak eyes dark and his gaze held me, heavy and inescapable. "If they inherit your genes then of course I will love them", he reply his gaze heavy and boring me. "But I would hate them, because of your genes", I backfire eyes burning him. "Don't you think I am quite handsome and we'll make good products", he ask His eyes teasing me as much as his words does. "Don't you think you are Rascal to be a father", I reply eyes stuck on him. "Rascal.....nice one, I'll take this as compliment", he speak with small smile arms crossed. "Its an insult", I reply. "Only a Rascal like me can keep my wife and future products save from this cruel world", he say now eyes a little soft. "Then who'll save them from you, don't you think you are the one from whom they need to keep distance", I reply arms crossed and eyes narrowed. "Don't you think I am irresistible, my wife can't stay away from me once she...", he reply and at last lean near me hands on bullet front. "Once she taste me", he add and wink at last. "A Rascal like you, will taste like a shit only", I reply and roll my eyes. Suddenly laughing sound fills the air. My eyes roam and I find everyone staring us. "Rascal khisko...", I speak. (Back off, you damn Rascal) Tropes- CEO × IPS officer He fell first and harder Replaced bride His sunshine × her healer Whipped sasural Strong leads Touch her and die "Wife's puppet" ml×"Mine-only" type fl Roop ka deewana×her favorite

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 : 49,600 ......... 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)

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝑰𝑺. 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏!!! " ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ What began as a glance turned into a challenge. What began as obsession turned into devotion. She noticed him before he ever realized it - watched him, studied him, memorized the quiet strength he carried like a crown. He was never meant to be easy. A man of standards. A man who believed in forever in a world addicted to temporary. He was her fascination first. Her weakness. Her silent war. But when he finally fell - he didn't stumble. He burned. This is not a love where she walks behind him. Not a story where she stands ahead to lead. She stands beside him - equal in fire, equal in madness, equal in loyalty. They are not soft. They are storms learning to breathe together. They are sparks that refuse to dim. Dangerous when provoked. Unbreakable when united. A slow burn that simmers beneath teasing glances and fierce arguments. A romance built on challenge, pride, and choosing each other - again and again. She fell first. He fell harder. And when they loved - they loved like fire. Beautiful. Blazing. Unstoppable.