𝗥𝗔𝗔𝗝𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀, 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. Born to rule, Shivaay Singh Shekhawat is ruthless, commanding, and dangerously ambitious. His father, a powerful union cabinet minister, has only one goal- placing Shivaay on the Chief Minister's throne. But power demands sacrifice, and alliances are sealed in blood... and marriage. Anamika Singhania grew up loving one man... Rudra, Shivaay's younger brother, the one who made her laugh, the one she dreamed of. But Rudra never saw her the way she burned for him. Now, fate has bound her to Shivaay, the man she fears... and the one who ignites something darker inside her. "I don't need your love, Anamika," Shivaay's voice is dark, sinful. "I need your obedience." "And if I refuse?" she whispers, anger laced with fear. "There are no refusals in politics. Only power." Rudra never wanted her... until she was no longer his to lose. "Anamika, you don't seem to understand my-" Rudra murmurs, as he reaches out, his hand hovering for a moment like he might touch her shoulder, might anchor her to something "I may not understand everything, Rudra... but I do understand one damn thing... People who once called someone their own don't get to exploit them like they never meant a thing. Like they were just a stepping stone." She cut him off before he could complete his sentence. Trapped between the man she always loved and the one who now owns her fate, Anamika must decide: fight for love, surrender to power, or risk being destroyed by both. Three hearts. Two brothers. One throne. 🚨 NO CHEATING 🚨 🔺 𝗣𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀. 𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿. 𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲. 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹. 🔺

She was shattered, her past erased by pain, her voice stolen by trauma. He was a ruler-not just of politics but of the shadows where justice was a debt paid in blood. Ruthless to those who took justice for granted, yet never cruel to the innocent. At an early age, he learned one truth-power commands justice. Without it, you're nothing. That night, their worlds collided. He found her-battered, nameless, drowning in silence. He should've walked away. But something about her... felt familiar. A forgotten memory. A name lost in time. A connection buried beneath scars. She had no past she was willing to share. He had a childhood he never let go of. But fate doesn't ask for permission-it rewrites the story in the most ruthless ways. Some scars don't just heal... they reveal. And when the truth surfaces, will it mend what was lost or destroy them both? A story of pain, justice and an unexpected love that blooms in the darkest places.

He owns the city. She scrubs his floors. Eira Vale just wants to clean her twenty rooms, buy rice on sale, and get home without being noticed. But when she accidentally walks into the wrong suite-and sees the country's most dangerous billionaire half-asleep with a gun under his pillow-her quiet life takes a sharp, expensive turn. Now Caden Veltran, the ruthless, gorgeous, untouchable king of crime, insists she's the only one allowed to clean his penthouse. He says it's "for convenience." But he watches her like she's his personal obsession. And when she folds laundry, he sleeps comfortably for the first time in years. She just wants to keep her job. He wants to make her his reason to breathe. Too bad she's completely oblivious. - "Rumor has it you're causing quite a stir downstairs." She blinked. "About the laundry?" He snorted, shaking his head. "About me. About you. Us." She frowned slightly, polite confusion evident. "There is no us. I am staff." He bit back a laugh so hard it hurt. "Thank you for clarifying." She nodded. "You're welcome."

(#2 of 'Thakur Brother's' series) "Who bring you here?" He questioned in deep husky voice, I shivered again unknowingly, my tears falling down like a river. His gaze dipping into my soul, I couldn't hold his intense gaze and lowered my lashes. "Did you can't hear?" He said, in little bit loud voice, I tightly shut my eyes squeezing them, I want to tell him everything. How I bought up here, what happened with me but I can't able to utter a single word thinking about there threats. I hide my face pressing on my thighs, I placed my right hand on my mouth to control myself for crying out infront of him. "Can you tell me everything?" I slowly lifted my head just a bit, slightly opening my tearing lashes to looked at him, his expression were completely blank and expressionless. I pressed my lips and try to gather some courage to atleast speak a word, I opened my trembling lips. "I-I don't know-w, who-o are they," Somehow I managed to say trying to control my outburst, his eyebrows thinned in a line. I'm trying to control myself but when I saw his expression getting changed, I pressed my body backward, seeing him taking steps towards me. "Did someone make you unconscious," He questioned in most deep and dangerous voice I ever heard before, I gulped nervously. I bit my lower lips I couldn't help my tears were not stopping from flowing from my eyes, being confused and afraid. I keep looking at him, tightly clutching on the fabric over my chest, he eyebrows thinned in line. "I ask you something, did you hear me?" He said gritting his teeth, I tightly pressed my thighs on my chest looking at his scary face expression. He clutched his jaw, I feel I will die just feeling his intense glare on my face, I bit my inner cheeks harshly. "REMOVE YOUR SAREE," My life shattered into tiny fragments, just like a broken mirror. Do I ever have a peaceful life? Copyright ©️ 2024 Warning : The story contains mature content

An arranged marriage, a cold CEO, and one very flustered newlywed wife. Nandini never expected to go from her quiet home life to living in a luxurious mansion with her husband's 40-member loud and chaotic family. And definitely not married to Siddharth Roy-the most untouchable, unreadable, and unfairly hot business tycoon in the country. She's shy, sarcastic, and soft. He's cold, composed, and annoyingly irresistible. But sparks start flying faster than oil in a hot pan when she flicks flour at him one night during dinner prep-and he doesn't back away. He leans in.

He was fire - fierce, possessive, and dangerously irresistible. She was the calm he never knew he needed. He didn't ask for her heart. He just... took it. And now, he won't let her go. Not when she breathes in his name. Not when her body remembers his touch. Not when every heartbeat screams - she is his... and only his.

This is my first ever book. It contains so many loopholes as the editing wasn't done nicely when I rephrased the story. So a genuine sorry to the readers to picked up this up and anyhow faced disappointment. 💛 #top 2 on 3.09.2025 #top 2 on 10.10.2025 #top 5 on 14.10.2025 #top 4 on 15.10.2025 #top 6 on 16.10.2025 This is republishing of the previous book with many changes and new additions read on your own risk .. Has been earlier rated as... MT: multiple times #1 in adult themes (MT) #1 in maturecontent (MT) #1 in romance #1 in couple #1 in arranged #2 in single parent #2 in Indian #2 in desi romance

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 left him... but his obsession only grew stronger, darker, impossible to control. Now, he sits as the Chief Minister of the state victorious in politics, yet utterly defeated in love. The only thread still tying their shattered hearts together is their daughter, Nia. Every glance, every whisper, every memory pulls him deeper into a dangerous game of desire and possession. He will go to any length... any boundary... any moral line... to bring her back. But when obsession overtakes love, will redemption be possible-or will it destroy them both? Prepare for a tale of power, passion, and a love so consuming it borders on madness.

"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..