𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨.

Aarohi frantically looked around, dazed and scared, surrounded by sleek black cars and a wall of bodyguards armed with guns. They formed an impenetrable circle, leaving her trapped. Heart pounding, she watched in terror as Reyansh strode towards her, his steps deliberate, his eyes locked onto her like a predator nearing its prey. Tears blurred her vision as she whispered a desperate plea, "Please, let me go." Unaffected, he stopped inches away, his face morphed into a dark smile as he leaned close and murmured smoothly, "Checkmate." Before she knew it, strong hands were dragging her away, as everyone watched in silence. ~~~~ Caught in Reyansh Kashyap's obsessive web, Aarohi Singh fights tooth and nail to escape his grip. But defying the city's most powerful man, a man who holds its very pulse in his hand, may prove an impossible feat. With Reyansh willing to go to any lengths to ensure she has nowhere left to run, freedom seems further away than ever. ~~~~ Note: The story is set in an Indian background, use of regional language will be provided with English translation.

Hadiya Hafiz was asked by her brother to marry his best friend; Daivik Dewan. Hadiya had suffered all her life and she had no hope with this marriage either. Meanwhile, Daivik agreed to marry her out of pity. What will happen when he gets to know about her wife's past which had nothing but pain? How far will he go to save her from her demons? Will he ever be able to love her or she'll always remain uncherished?

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look

°°°°°°°°° Sometimes love needs a second chance... even if it comes wrapped in pain, secrets, and unexpected feelings. She's sunshine. He's the storm. Noor Verma - a 23-year-old bubbly event planner with dreams in her eyes and a heart full of warmth. Aviraj Raghuvanshi - a cold, powerful businessman, haunted by his past, and a single father to a little boy who has never known what a mother's love feels like. Their worlds collided like fire and ice. A heated first encounter. A twist of fate that binds their worlds together. But love? Love wasn't part of the plan. In the middle of unspoken emotions, stolen glances, and a child who unknowingly becomes the bridge between two hearts- can a broken man and a hopeful girl rewrite their story? 🌙 A slow-burn journey of warmth, heartbreak, and love-rewritten when least expected. °°°° #EnemiesToLovers #SingleDad #SlowBurnRomance #EmotionalRomance #WattpadIndia #LoveAfterPain #BrokenBoy #HopefulGirl #ProtectiveMaleLead #SecondChances #FamilyDrama #StrongFemaleLead #HeartfeltMoments #ComfortAndLove

They say, when life gives you a second chance you should live it to the fullest but I never did. Being the eldest daughter of my family, I was bound with responsibility that I never asked for. And what did I get in return? Loneliness. Do I deserve it? A hundred percent yes. Life was bearable when I was in highschool, I fell in love with a man. He was completely different from me. He used to laugh more often unlike me, help everyone, and was the diamond of everyone's eye. He loved me a lot, making sure I was safe until one day I broke him, I broke him to an edge where I assume nothing could fix him. Heartbreak is what I gave him in return for his love, care and support. I thought Vihaan Suryawanshi would change after how badly I broke every part of his soul. To my surprise, he stayed the same-except for me. He showed me how cruel he can be for the girl he once loved unconditionally. And yes, I deserve every bit of it. I shattered his heart and now those shattered pieces are piercing my soul. V I H A A N I am trying my best to cope up with everything including my life. Smiling infront of my everyone so they don't ask me what's wrong with me. I did everything possible to keep my brain busy, one of the reasons why I had to shift to another state but what I didn't knew was an encounter with the past. The past I wanted to escape was standing in front of me. More bright. Beautiful. And with lack of emotions in her eyes. Aavya Rajawat was the woman I fell in love with. The only woman who had the guts to ruin me to destroy me to an extent where I gaveup on everything. And now when she is here, it's clear I am not letting her go. I might be a sunshine for everyone but for her, I'll be a nightmare dressed in day dream.

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

Grayson Summers has loved Talia Chase since kindergarten-but while she barely remembers him, he's never stopped watching from afar. When fate brings them closer after a championship night, long-buried feelings begin to surface. *** Sometimes, the guy falls in love first. Deeply. In kindergarten, she gave him a flower. She forgot her kindness, but he would always remember. No matter how many girls Grayson Summers dates or hooks up with, he can never forget Talia Chase. Accidentally labeled as the high school's womanizer, he continuously collects more and more problems. Too scared of rejection, Grayson has never asked Talia to be his, and only spends his time hopelessly dreaming. Talia is confused. Her friends have told her Grayson Summers is not a guy who smiles or is kind, but Talia swears she has seen him act both of those ways before. The universe has plans. After the night of the basketball state championship, Talia finds herself questioning Grayson's true reasons behind his actions as the two grow closer together. *** Warning: this story contains strong language, alcohol and drug use, and sexual content

Neither love nor hate had ever spared anyone. Neither had ever forgotten a name. Neither had ever needed a reason. Neither had ever known where the other ended. Love and hate, when pushed to their most desperate edges, collapsed into one thing-yearning. Because yearning was never as simple as longing. It was a slow poison, the kind that ruined you quietly, beautifully, until abandonment felt like mercy and staying felt like sin. Love and hate, when pushed to the point of questioning sanity, that questioning had a name-obsession. Because obsession was never as simple as wanting. It was a fast poison, the kind that blurred every line, until losing yourself felt like home and finding yourself felt like punishment. Yearning and obsession never knocked to ask permission before entering. They were infamous for breaking in. And impossible to survive once they did. ୨ৎ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏: 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 ୨ৎ