Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when they have to make public appearances and play the perfect family but other than that, no one cares if she sometimes cry herself to sleep or just sits by the window of her room for hours with a book, unnoticed or if she misses her meals and honestly, she has stopped minding anything now. She has stopped feeling anything. In her twenty one years of existence, people have rarely bothered about her but she wants one thing for herself, to be independent and thankfully, her parents don't mind her going to college. Shivaay Singh Rathore is a man of a few, but straight words. Multi-Billionaire at twenty-eight, life hadn't spared him the kindness to have a childhood everyone deserves. He is honest and his past is something no one truly can speak about and carries a roguish charm to his demigod looks. Unwanted and uncared for are two different feelings but at the end of the tunnel, both find their base in loneliness. These two will too. Well, destiny and its mysterious ways.

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

They called her Panoti - cursed, unwanted, unloved. Abandoned by her own blood and haunted by a dark past, Deepika Rajwat never expected love... until she met him. Ekansh Singh Rajvansh, the ruthless Italian-Indian mafia boss, feared by all - and obsessed with only one girl. To him, she's not bad luck. She's his. And he'll burn the world to keep her.

#𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 They said grief changes people. But I remember when I looked at him, he didn't look broken. He looked awakened. Like a man who had finally found a reason to breathe again. Unfortunately, that reason was me. There's nothing loud about him. Forget raising his voice he barely speaks unless he has to. He just watches quietly, like a wolf waiting for its prey to stop running. When a man like him decides you're his, he doesn't need to say a word. He didn't have to touch me to make me feel trapped. He just had to look. And maybe that's what chains really are...not metal or rope, but the slow suffocation of being seen, claimed, and never asked if you wanted to be free. If the girl I was four years ago had seen who I am today, she would have laughed at herself, completely unaware that one day she would herself say that: Arhaan Mirza is my fate, my curse, my damnation and the chains of desire my soul refuses to break free from. ~ Arhaan X Eyana

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Karan & Suchitra - He belongs to a lively Punjabi family, where laughter is loud, traditions are vibrant, and love is often shown through food and banter. She comes from a Tamil household, where values are deep-rooted, rituals are graceful, and respect flows quietly through every gesture. At first, their worlds seem completely different-North and South, bold and serene, spirited and composed. Yet, in each other, Karan and Suchitra discover that love can weave two cultures into one beautiful story. DISCLAIMER This story will go As slow burn cause I believe in bond more than intimate scenes. But it also have some intimate scenes, Before getting physical, so that you won't get bored. A Real imperfect Arrange Marriage.

•Previously known as Ananya: His Salvation• •I wrote mysteries. Now I was living one.• Ananya, the bestselling author of mystery and romance, has always believed that fiction is safer than reality. An orphan raised in Tender Care Orphanage, the most renowned orphanage in the state, she was part of its very first batch. With no memories of her past and no one to claim her, she built her world with words instead. Until someone begins rewriting her story. An unknown stalker starts leaving traces-eerily similar to the plot of one of her own novels. Coincidence? Choosing to dismiss it as exhaustion due to her new novel and overthinking, Ananya tries to move on with her life normally. But when an old diary arrive at her doorstep-revealing fragments of a past she never knew-she realizes this is no imagination. Someone knows who she is. Someone knows where she came from. And someone wants her to remember she didn't know. --------- • I won't dig you a grave, I will erase your existence. Silently. Completely. • Ricardo is not a man who tolerates betrayal. A feared mafia boss, he arrives in India to uncover the traitor running a human trafficking operation under his own empire. Ruthless. Calculating. Untouchable. Until he sees her. Obsession was never part of his plan... but neither was the return of a shadow from his childhood. A name that once made even Il Re tremble has-resurfaced... and this time, it's personal. Because the former personality threatened the life of the girl he is obsessed with-Ananya. And this time he knew he won't let go anyone. Not Her. Not the shadow, alive at least. ---------- Two strangers. Two pasts that might erase them. One twisted destiny pulling them together- before they even realize they are part of the same game. Who sent the letter? And when love begins to bloom between secrets and bloodstained truths... will it survive? What happens when the finger of betrayal points toward one of the people he trusted the mos

1857 - The year the soil of India turned red, not just with blood... but betrayal. Meera Thakur is the daughter of a freedom fighter. Bold, furious, and loyal to her land. Captain Aaric Grayson is a British officer - ruthless, powerful, and disturbingly obsessed. When power collides with rebellion, and obsession meets resistance - a war begins that neither the country nor their hearts are ready for. ✦ Forbidden romance ✦ Enemies-to-lovers ✦ Obsession vs loyalty ✦ This is not just a love story. This is a war between pride, power, and passion. ⚠️ Historical Fiction | Dark Themes | Wattpad Original 🔥 Updates every week 💌 Drop your thoughts in comments

They meet like most modern love stories do - without drama, without declarations. Just shared mornings, lectures, and glances that linger a second too long. Ipsita never questions falling for Hridayansh; it feels easy, inevitable, and right. What she does not anticipate is how loudly society will object. In a world that pretends caste no longer matters, it still decides who is acceptable to love and who is not. The difference between them is not in values or dreams, but in birth, something neither of them chose. As feelings deepen, reality intrudes. Families draw lines. Traditions speak louder than hearts. Love is asked to prove itself against centuries of belief. This story traces a quiet, aching journey of two souls caught between affection and approval-where love must learn patience, resilience, and rebellion. Because when the world says no, love must decide whether it will stay silent or survive.