Set in the 1980s, in a village where traditions hold more power than dreams. Tara-a young woman trapped by societal expectations, burdened by rejection, and scarred by loss. With nowhere left to turn, she finds herself at the edge of despair, questioning if there's anything left to fight for. Then there's Dhruv-a man who refuses to accept the world's injustices as fate. Practical yet defiant, he challenges the very beliefs that have kept Tara caged. When their paths collide on a fateful night, neither of them realizes that this meeting will change their lives forever. This is their story-a tale of love, defiance, and the struggle to break free from a society that refuses to change. But in a world where rules are set in stone, can love truly rewrite destiny? ☆ Warning - This story explores themes that may be sensitive or uncomfortable for some readers. It is entirely fictional and based on my imagination. Given its setting in the 1980s, in a rural village, certain events may reflect harsh societal realities. Reader discretion is advised.

"Don't fall for me," I warned, my voice low. "Me? In love with you?" she laughed, a mocking sound that cut sharper than any blade. "Oh, you're so delusional, Reyaan. This is a contractual marriage, remember? I will never fall for you-not in a billion years." Her words snapped something inside me-something dark and reckless. And her eyes, those perfect shades of brown, gleamed with a silent challenge. "Not in a billion years, huh?" I echoed, my voice dangerously soft. "Is that a challenge, Brownie?" I took slow, deliberate strides toward her. "Because I never lose one," I whispered against her ear, pinning her against the elevator wall, feeling her sharp intake of breath as I caged her in. JIA NIKITA KHURANA She was broken-ruined until she no longer recognized herself. Once a girl full of sunshine, now a storm. Once dreaming of a Prince Charming, now believing herself utterly unlovable. She had sworn off love, scoffed at the idea of marriage. Until destiny, the master manipulator twisted her life on its cruel axis. Now Jia, the girl who vowed never to marry, finds herself trapped in a marriage she never wanted. And her husband? An arrogant, emotionless, cold-blooded, maddeningly handsome billionaire born with a permanent poker face. REYAAN SHAHVEER He was broken before he even had the chance to be whole. Wounded by those meant to love him. He loathed the idea of love hollow, treacherous, temporary. He swore he'd never let anyone close enough to destroy him. Marriage? Commitment? Love? A joke. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Now Reyaan, who trusted no one and needed no one, is bound by contract and vows to a girl who screams danger from ten miles away... A danger he knows he should avoid, Yet can't seem to stay away from. *** REYAAN SHAHVEER x JIA NIKITA KHURANA A collision of broken hearts. An arrangement neither wanted. An attraction neither can deny. Tropes: Contractual Arranged Marriage Past Trauma Slow Burn Grumpy x Grumpier

[ON HOLD TILL NEXT YEAR] 🄱🄾🄾🄺 ➊ • 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧 × 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 ❝A King forged by ice. A girl made of quiet fire.❞ 𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧 - King of Alwar, ruthless CEO, a man carved from silence and steel - has lived behind a mask of control. His world bows to him. His enemies fear him. But he searches for one thing no crown can give: a woman who can hold his gaze without fear. He finds her in 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚, an orphaned girl living in shadows of a family that treats her like a burden. She laughs loudly, loves deeply, and hides her pain behind every smile. And the moment Niskarsh meets her... his cold, disciplined world fractures. When the king falls, he falls to his knees. For the first time in his life, Niskarsh softens. He smiles for her. Fights for her. Bleeds for her. He becomes her shield, her breath, her unshakable home. ❖ She trembles - he stands like a fortress around her. ☁︎ She carries scars - he teaches her to wear them with pride. ✧ She fears rejection - he worships her in silence. ⌘ She doesn't speak - he reads the words in her eyes. But love is never gentle. Just as she begins to fall for him... Niskarsh believes she has betrayed him. And the heart he once kept locked away finally learns the cost of trust. ❝If love demands her dignity, will she surrender? If betrayal shatters his trust, can love still survive?❞ Dive into a world of blazing passion, royal politics, heartbreak, obsession, and redemption - where two damaged souls must decide whether destiny binds them or destroys them. 🜁 T R O P E S 🜁 Forced Marriage Love After Marriage Slowburn romance Touch her and die Royal romance Betrayal & Revenge He Falls Firs

𝐊𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐚 "𝐊𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚!" BOOK 2 of MOONLIT SERIES! He loved her out loud while she bled in silence.

Dark Romance! I was betrothed to a man the world feared. Victor Volkov, the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva. A man carved from control and violence, who ruled with silence and destroyed without hesitation. This marriage was never meant to be love. It was an alliance. Power bound in blood and signatures. And I was the price. Men like him don't love. They take. They cage. They own. From the moment I stepped into his world, I knew one thing: I would never be free again. Because Victor doesn't let go of what belongs to him. But what he doesn't know... is that I didn't walk into his life as a victim. I came with a mind sharp enough to study the monster who thinks he's untouchable. He watches me like I'm something fragile. Something to break. Something to keep locked away from the world. And sometimes... I let him think that. But every glance I steal, every word I choose, every silence I hold... I'm learning him. Unraveling him. And the more I do... the more dangerous he becomes. Because Victor Volkov is starting to change. His control is slipping in ways no one else can see. His patience is wearing thin. And his obsession with me... is turning into something darker. Something possessive. Something that borders on madness. He doesn't just want me. He wants to own me. Body. Mind. Soul. And the terrifying part? A part of me... doesn't want to escape. Because the deeper I fall into his world of power, sin, and control. The more I realize... I was never meant to survive him. I was meant to become his.

𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 Forbidden fruit-that's what he was. The one person I should have avoided, yet life kept pulling me closer to him, as if the universe had already written our story. Disaster-that's what he became. One night changed everything, shattering my world and leaving no way back. I'm Sitara Oberoi-a girl with dreams like everyone else. Life hasn't been kind, but I've never stopped trying to create my own fairytale. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 "I should stay away from her." It was a mantra I repeated every day, but fate had other plans, pushing her into my life no matter how hard I tried to resist. She's my forbidden fruit-the one temptation I can't avoid, even though I know she could destroy me. Love? It's not in my vocabulary, and I never planned on letting it in. But Sitara? She's rewriting everything, flipping my world upside down, and I can't stop her. I'm Shaan Rai Singhaniyaa-life's no fairytale, and I've survived its thorns, walking over them like a king. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "𝐴𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑦𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑘ℎ 𝑟ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛ℎ𝑖 𝑨𝒂𝒑𝒌𝒐 ?" Sitara teased, her voice playful as she sat beside him, her eyes sparkling like the stars. Shaan's face was unreadable, his voice calm but weighted. "Pehli baar dar mehsoos ho raha hai," he admitted. "Dar? Woh kyun?" she asked, her curiosity evident. "𝑬𝒌 𝑺𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂," he murmured, locking eyes with her, "𝒋𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊." As if on cue, fireworks lit up the sky, their glow reflecting in their eyes, marking a moment neither could forget. ⋅⋆Get ready for A tale of passion and chaos where two fierce souls collide, proving that the greatest risk isn't falling-it's daring to love.

This is a RE-PUBLISH and Heavily Edited version.

Aavesh x Ishanvi Khusnaseeb hote hain vo log jinhein ishq ho jata hai, Par jinhein vo ishq na mile unka kya, Yun toh zindagi thik hi chalti hai par jo iss ishq mein barbaad hue unka kya, Agar bichadna hi likha tha qismat mein, fir tera milna tha kya, Jane diya tujhe teri khushi ke liye par fir meri khushi ka kya.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 #𝟏 the beginning of an era. "𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞..." ────୨ৎ──── 𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. ────୨ৎ──── Trigger warnings ⚠️: • child abuse • body discrimination • gender discrimination • bullying • violence • amnesia • contains no smut but does contain some inappropriate actions and words.

This is my very first completed Wattpad story 😭☝️ so I know there are loopholes, plot holes, and some scenes that don't connect as smoothly as they should. I had some major gaps while writing it, which affected the flow and continuity. I'm currently working on editing and fixing those parts, so please be a little considerate and patient with the story. 👾 . . . . . 𝑺𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑿 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 "𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒂? 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒉?" . . . . . A wedding meant for others. A marriage neither of them chose. A mistake that changed everything. Saher Kapoor never imagined walking down the aisle, especially not as a last-minute replacement for a bride who had vanished. Shaan Malhotra never expected to be forced into marriage, let alone with a stranger standing in place of his brother's bride. Yet, under the weight of family expectations and societal pressure, they are bound together-two people who were never meant to be. What starts as a reluctant union soon unravels secrets buried deep. Saher's past refuses to stay hidden, and Shaan's world is not as perfect as it seems. When love starts creeping into the cracks of their so-called mistake, ghosts of their pasts rise to tear them apart. But was this truly a mistake? Or was it destiny all along? 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ 𓆰𓆪 ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ TROPES Accidental Marriage Slow Burn Romance Grumpy X Sweet She fell first but he fell harder Age Gap (7 years) Protective Male Lead Billionaire Romance Social Activist X CEO 'My Wife' Each other's first Found Family 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ 𓆰𓆪 ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ