Dhriti Mishra - a free spirit of just 13 years finds herself arranged to Raghav Chaturvedi - Sarpanch ji's son , 17 yrs old yet mature and calm. Will their love bloom like a fresh flower or will end up being in a cold, loveless bond for life? Answers will get with following time for sure 🫶🏼 Please be with me throughout this journey and pleaseee give your reviews and suggestions 💗 Also it has mature content included so kindly read it according to your convenience 🫧

#1- 1990s [15/02/26] #2 - 1990s [07/01/26] #61 - Wattpad [06/07/26] #72 - Wattpad [20/03/2026] #126 - Wattpad [15/02/26] #147 - Wattpad [30/01/26] #164 - Wattpad [23/01/26] #172 - Wattpad [11/01/26] Her mother watched her for a moment, then spoke again-this time more deliberate, like she was counting beads on a mala. "Aur sirf roti banana hi kaafi nahi hota, Janvi," she said, turning the tawa. Janvi looked up. "Toh aur kya-kya hota hai maa?" Her mother sighed, not tired-just seasoned. "Sab kaam seekhne padte hain. Kapde dhona, bartaan manjhna, subah sabse pehle uthna..." She continued, as if listing everyday items from memory. "Saree pehnna dhang se, pallu sambhalna, ghunghat mein chalna..." Janvi wrinkled her nose. "Ghunghat mein? Maa, dikhega bhi kuch ya bas andhere mein hi chalna padega? Nah baba nah, hum gir gaye toh...Hum nahi daalenge ghunghat vunghat." Her mother smiled briefly but didn't stop. "Aur baat-baat par zubaan sambhalni hoti hai. Bade-buzurgon se izzat se baat, aur..." she paused for half a second, then added, "Pati jo kahe, usse bhi tameez aur adab se sunna hota." Janvi's hands stilled again. "Har baat?" "Har baat," her mother replied quietly. The silence stretched, broken only by the hiss of a roti puffing up. Janvi looked down at the dough stuck to her fingers, then muttered, half-joking, half-serious, "Maa, yeh sasural hai ya gulaami?" Her mother let out a soft, knowing laugh. "Dono samajh le," she said. She handed Janvi a finished roti. "Isliye kehti hoon-yahan seekh le. Baad mein wahan koi sikhata nahi, bas umeed karta hai..aur umeedo pe nahi khade utarne pe sirf taane."

𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 📕 He married her only to fulfill his dadi's wish. She entered the marriage expecting nothing but responsibility. But somewhere between stolen glances, silent care, dangerous secrets, and a world soaked in blood... Meher Sharma became the weakness of the man everyone feared. Veer Rathore is cold, powerful, and impossible to understand. To the world, he's a ruthless business tycoon. But behind closed doors, darkness follows his every step. And now Meher is trapped in that darkness as his wife. What starts as an arranged marriage slowly turns into obsession, protection, jealousy, and a love neither of them expected. Because monsters don't fall in love. Until they do. ✦ #1 viralstory

She slapped him. He married her. That's how the war began. Kaashi Raghuvanshi is a crime journalist who has never known when to shut up...especially when a powerful man is standing in front of her. Rana Agastya Singh Rathore is the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh, heir to one of the country's most powerful families and a man who doesn't tolerate disrespect. Unfortunately for him, Kaashi doesn't tolerate men who think they're untouchable. One investigation. One mistake. One line crossed. And suddenly, the woman who spent her career exposing powerful men is standing beside the most powerful man she's ever hated... as his wife. He calls it revenge. She calls it war. But neither of them knows that their hatred was never entirely theirs. Someone has been watching. Someone has been manipulating the truth. And someone wanted Rana Agastya Singh Rathore and Kaashi Raghuvanshi together long before either of them even knew the other's name. Because this was never just a love story. It was a game. And they were both being played. 🖤

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

#1 in politics #1in possessive ══════•❅•════ Rudra pratap singh 28 years old 6'2 height chief minister of Lucknow he has his aura he holds power and authority people bends his head infront of him to show their respect towards him but he fall in love with a simple ordinary girl Mahak Agnihotri 20 years old 5'2 height Blue orbs, pink cheeks, rose pattels lips very innocent cute face she is a shy and introvert.... What will happen when he fall in love with her? What will happen when will she became his obbesstion ? Will she match his standards? Will she accept his love ? _________________________________________ § tu mohbbat h ishq h mera ik ibadat h saath ye tera ~Rudra § saanson ko jeene ka sahara mil gya tu mila to khuda ka sahara mil gya 🤌❤️ - Mahak ----------------------------------------------------------------- Read this story to dive into a perfect soft rom-com story there is love, respect, obbession, passion, bond, family love, sibling love You will feel every emotion in this story♡ ───•~❉᯽❉~•───

A forced royal marriage| 19 year old bride of Jodhpur A mature guy king --- - He's cold, royal, and gentleman. -She's kind, rebellious, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.

"He was feared by all... but he only melted when she looked at him with those tear-filled sea green eyes." 𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 × 𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 She wants to escape. He wants to own her. But fate? It wants them tangled-forever. A dark romance where obsession meets fear, pain meets healing, and love... comes in the form of a monster. #1 cold #1 indiastory #1 wattpadindia #1 loveaftermarriage #2 love #2 indian #3 desi #4 darkromance #4 fictionalcharacters #6 ceo

Story 1 of "THE WIFE SERIES " 1990s A village where fear wears the face of tradition. He is the Sarpanch-powerful, ruthless, unquestioned. Men bow. Women lower their eyes. No one dares to speak against him. She enters his house behind a ghoonghat, her name fading the moment she becomes the Sarpanch's wife. In this village, a woman's silence is praised, her suffering is normal, and her consent is never asked for. Inside the walls of authority and customs, control replaces affection. Nights are heavy. Days are lonelier. Every step she takes is watched, every breath measured by rules written by men long before her. This is not a love story. It is the story of ownership disguised as marriage, of power mistaken for respect, and of a woman trapped between fear and survival. Because in some villages, being a wife is not a role. It is a sentence The Sarpanch's Wife is a raw village tale of power, patriarchy, suppressed emotions, and a woman's journey from silence to self-realization. In Bhairavpur, men rule the land- but this story is about the woman who learns to rule herself.

💍 She was the pawn. He was the king. But pawns can burn the board. 🖤 An unwanted girl. A cold heir. A marriage born of power, not love. 🔥 He ruled with dominance. She lived in shadows. But when their worlds collided, nothing would remain the same. 🌹 She feared him. He controlled her. But between fear and fire... love had no rule