A cute and steamy love story :) She called a number painted on stone... and destiny picked it up.

" I think it's better if we get divorced. You don't worry about Rishi. I will take him with me. I don't want to burden you with anything more. Leave us and live your life " Preetha whispered to Shailesh. Her eyes were about to betray her but she pressed her lips tightly so no sound escaped from her mouth. Shailesh exhaled deeply and said " Preetha I didn't mean to abandon you both like that. I will give you the amount with which you could live your life happily. I want to see Rishi and see him grow up like a father. But I don't know what will happen once we get divorced. I don't want to leave you both... " but he was cut off by Preetha. " You can meet Rishi whenever you want of course you are his father. Just finalise the divorce as soon as possible " Preetha said turning to the other side as a few tears escaped her eyes. Preetha married Shailesh three years ago. But what she didn't know is that Shailesh loved someone else during college and broke up. Although he agreed for an arranged marriage and married Preetha he wholeheartedly accepted this relationship and had a son. Later when he meets his ex lover he couldn't deny the attraction he still held for her. This led to divorce between Preetha and Shailesh. Now Preetha alone with her son accepted her life and fate. Although people talk behind her she does not mind them as she feels it's completely useless to talk to them. What happens when a storm named Madhav enters into her life who is none other than her childhood crush, her cousin who is two years younger than her? How will she react? how will he reaction? will she ever take a second chance at love or marriage? Peek into the story to know more.... This story revolves around South India, particularly Telangana state. So telugu words will be included here and there(I will translate them to English). So be ready to enjoy this story.

One night. One mistake. One life-altering consequence. When Ira Kapoor, a girl born into wealth and perfection, wakes up to two pink lines and a blurry memory, her carefully curated world unravels. The father? Anirudh Sharma-a grounded, soft-spoken manager at an event firm, older than her by a few years and miles apart in lifestyle. Neither love nor even friendship ties them together. Only a moment of impulsiveness they never meant to share-and a child they never planned to create. Forced into a sudden marriage to preserve her family's honour, Ira finds herself in a modest home, far from the comforts of her past and with a man she barely knows. Her heart resists, her pride rebels. Middle-class life feels suffocating, and Anirudh's quiet existence is a world she doesn't understand. But beneath the surface of their mismatched lives is something unexpected-kindness that doesn't demand, patience that doesn't waver, and a slow-burning bond that begins to take root. As monsoon skies roll above and the seasons shift, so do their hearts. Love doesn't arrive in grand gestures-it seeps in gently, through shared cups of tea, silent understanding, and the quiet promises of two people learning to walk a path they never chose, but might just learn to call home. Under the Same Sky is a tender, evocative tale of accidental beginnings and unexpected love-where two strangers become partners, parents, and perhaps... soulmates. "They weren't a fairytale-but under the same sky, they learned how to write their own." ❤️ Started : 22 June, 2025

The hospital cafeteria smelled of filter coffee and formalin-a strange blend of comfort and sterility. Arjun Mehta sat across from Dr. Rajiv Kapoor, a quiet plate of idli untouched between them. "You're not eating," Rajiv observed mildly, lifting his steaming cup of coffee. "I'm not hungry," Arjun murmured, eyes fixed on the glow of his phone. His inbox was a blur of surgery requests, follow-up reports, and urgent messages. Rajiv set his cup down and leaned back, studying the young man who had once been his brightest student. "Arjun," he said quietly, "you've always wanted to pay me back for my guidance and support, haven't you?" Arjun looked up at him, surprised, but his answer was immediate. "Of course, sir. If not for you, I wouldn't even be a doctor today." Rajiv's smile deepened, touched with both warmth and mischief. "Then marry my daughter, Anahita." The surgeon's fingers stilled mid-scroll. Silence stretched between them. "Excuse me?" Rajiv chuckled softly. "I'm not dying, don't worry. No melodrama. No pressure. Just... a wish. I believe you'd take care of her the way you take care of your patients-quietly, but completely." Arjun opened his mouth, closed it again. He had never been in love, never even tried. His life was held together by long shifts and steel discipline. But Rajiv Kapoor was not just a mentor-he was the man who had shaped his very being. Two weeks later, in a simple ceremony attended only by close family, Arjun Mehta married Anahita Kapoor. He did not promise her love. He promised presence. He promised respect. And in the quiet days that followed, under one roof, their story began-not with fireworks, but with the slow, steady bloom of trust.

Unforgivable Series #3 What a normal, loving and loyal husband would do when you're calling him nonstop? Pick up your calls. And what was my husband doing? Fucking his intern. While his wife and daughter were in severe accident and bleeding out on the road, and our four year innocent daughter kept calling him thinking daddy always saves the day. But sometimes the most heartbreaking accidents, are the ones that help you see the realest facade monsters hid behind! And the only way to heal from such pain is to learn to Never Look Back!

Willow and Decker Masen were married two days before Willow discovered he'd courted her and married her strictly to fulfill the stipulations in his father's will. Then, he sent her to live away from him, promising her a divorce in three years with a big payout. She doesn't want his money. Then Decker comes back for his wife. Before he even knows there's a tiny reason to come back. Now he has to see if he can put the broken pieces of her heart back together.

The late-night cries of a six-month-old baby echoed softly through the dimly lit apartment. Amid the stillness, Meera sat on the edge of the bed, gently rocking her daughter in her arms. Her eyes, heavy with exhaustion, held a kind of love only a mother could understand-selfless, patient, unwavering. The world outside moved on-cars honked, alarms rang, people rushed-but for Meera, time stood still in that tiny nursery. Her husband, Rohit, hadn't come home yet. Again. She glanced at the clock. 12:47 a.m. Another "late-night meeting," he had said. Another night she whispered lullabies alone. She pressed a soft kiss to her daughter's forehead and tried not to let her heart feel the cold emptiness beside her. "This is just a phase," she told herself. "He's just stressed. Things will be better soon." But deep down, beneath layers of denial and devotion, a part of her already knew-something had changed. And soon, her world would never be the same again.

Arjun, a successful 30-year-old businessman, and Meera, his 27-year-old wife, have built a life together over five years, raising their lively three-year-old son. Yet beneath the surface of their carefully balanced routine, something unspoken lingers-an invisible thread waiting to be discovered. Their marriage feels more like a duty than a dream, with warmth replaced by distance and passion by polite silence. But life has a way of stirring even the quietest hearts. As Arjun and Meera navigate the complexities of love, family, and unspoken truths, they're about to find that sometimes, the strongest bonds grow from the smallest, unexpected sparks.

He married her. He loved someone else. She loved only him. Seven years of marriage. One child. Zero confessions. When the woman he once loved returns, everything Suhani tried to bury threatens to resurface. The truth. The heartbreak. The night that changed everything. But sometimes, love doesn't come with fireworks. Sometimes, it waits in silence-until the moment you finally look back. We hit ✨ #1 India #1 angstwithhappyending #1 trending #1 arrangedmarriage #1 secondchances #1 emotionalromance #1 marriage-of-convenience #1 loveaftermarriage #1 unrequited love #1 trianglelove #1 exgf #1 hidden love #1 heartbreaking #2 slowburnromance #2 grovel #2 familysecrets #2 slowburn #2 marriagedrama #2 desi #3 lovetriangle #3 other woman #4 womensfiction #5 pregnancy #6 adorable #7 Wattpad #7 womanpower #8 forcedmarriage #9 selfdiscovery © Kiara Gilbert. All rights reserved. This work is protected under DMCA and international copyright law. Do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt any part of this story without explicit written permission. Unauthorized use will result in immediate DMCA takedown notices, reporting, and, if necessary, legal action. I appreciate every genuine reader, please respect the time, effort, and creativity that went into this work.a-

I cradled him tenderly against my chest, his tears falling into the gentle folds of my kurta's neckline. "Nayan," I whispered. He only tightened his grasp on my waist, his silence speaking volumes. The thought of revealing my knowledge of his love, the woman who had long held my husband's heart, felt suffocating. But I remained silent, savoring the warmth of our first tender touch, our first embrace, as I held him to his vulnerability.