There Was No Face Behind the Veil. Ghoonghat Mein Chehra Nahin Tha In the dusty courtyards of rural Rajasthan, newlywed Lajjo dreams of love the way she's heard it in folk songs, full of shy glances, late-night whispers, and the warmth of shared laughter. But her husband, Veer, speaks little, eats in silence, and leaves before sunrise. Her patience stretches like the desert horizon, but the days remain empty and the nights colder still. When she discovers the truth, that she was never his choice, only his duty - Lajjo begins to wear her ghoonghat even when alone. Not for modesty, but to disappear. A slow, lyrical tale of longing, invisibility, and dignity "Ghoonghat Mein Chehra Nahin Tha" is a story that lingers like a song in the desert wind. ========= Rankings🎖️ 👇🏻 #1 in Traditional love (11-8-25)🥇 #6 in Silent love (13-8-25)🏅 #1 in Folktale (15 -8 -25)🥇 #1 in emotional read ( 20-8-25)🥇 #3 in poetic prose ( 24-8-25) 🥉 #1 in tearjerker (18-9-25)🥇

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After a traumatic first marriage left her body bruised and her mind in pieces, Maithili has built a world of silence. Isolated in her village, she avoids mirrors, voices, even her own name - afraid that one wrong move will make the pain return. When her worried parents consult an astrologer, they are told a second marriage might be her only path out of the shadows. Neil Chaudhary isn't looking for love. He's not against marriage - just never in a hurry for it. When he agrees to marry Maithili, he expects nothing more than civility and space. What he finds instead is a girl who flinches when he speaks too loud. A wife who won't say his name. And a story written in silence that pulls him in, piece by piece. As Maithili learns to breathe again, Neil learns what it means to wait for someone - and love, the kind that heals without hurting, begins to take shape. But can love truly heal the scars of the past, or is it simply a quiet way to survive? Tropes: Second chances • Traumatized FL • Green Forest ML • Past trauma • Arranged Marriage • City ML x Village FL 🏅#3 in wattpadindia 🏅#1 in greenflag 🏅#1 in healing

❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞ "I'm going to commit suicide in one months time." "I think you have the wrong number." "It can't be the wrong number Princess. I picked a random number from the catalog." "Why on earth would you do that?" "Because you, sweetheart, are now my own personal suicide helpline. Your job is to make the last month of my life worth living." ______________________

"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?" . . . Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar. Admiring the god of war and falling deeper into her obsession. While Ares can't seem to stand her. Where she's infatuated with him, he merely acknowledges her existence. While being the center of the spotlight herself. As the front woman of the rising band Icarus, Elena has to face the world while struggling with anxiety. To make matters worse, Ares is the drummer of the band rivaling hers, Dopamine. And just as fate would have it, his band and hers are touring together. She's supposed to hate him. But how could she? When all she does is drown in the blue of his eyes and willingly dies at the ruthless hands of Ares? The god of war who brings her down on her knees while she blissfully falls into his melancholy.

A forced marriage between a single dad and a lonely girl. Will this end as a fairytale? Or will two distant hearts grow farther apart? And what about the cute little girl? Will she grow fond of the new addition in her and her papa's life? Dive in this story of Saheer Khanna and Veera Bhatia, not to forget the sweet little Ovi Khanna. This story will make you smile, laugh, cry (not much, I promise) and fall in love with the amazing protagonists. Also, be ready to have stereotypes challenged. And, a promise of happy ending :) More info in the first chapter. (Non-Indian readers too can read this story as it is entirely in English, barring a few words or phrases which have been translated then and there.)

"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend. ***** "Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about." I pretend to ignore him, flipping some pages in my book. "Come on. I have all these assignments waiting. Aren't you supposed to teach me tonight?" "It depends on what you want me to teach." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous. ***** I thought that my brother was the most popular guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He's got the looks, and he's got the brain. Come on, he's got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber eyes. He's not every girl's dream. He's every girl's nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn't even started. ***** THE SPENCERS SERIES BOOK #1 © 2020 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content, explicit language, and triggering themes)

When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.