"Don't break this marriage, please... my parents will die of shame," Isha pleaded with her fiancé. "Nobody in this world will marry a daughter of a prostitute!" he shouted. "My parents are doctors," she stuttered, glancing at the couple who had raised her. "So what? You're still the daughter of a prostitute. The one who gave you birth-your biological mother-dirty blood... and she left you." He turned and walked away. How would Isha face this cruel world now? The weight of his words crushed her like a storm without mercy. Was there truly no one left who would see beyond her birth? No one who would dare love the daughter of a prostitute? © 2025 Kaashi Wrts. All rights reserved. Date: 09 August 2025 #DaughterOfProstitute #BrokenButStrong #RisingFromTheMud #DarkPastBrightFuture #WattpadDrama #EmotionalJourney #UnbreakableSpirit #AgainstAllOdds #LoveAndShame #FictionWithHeart

Diya Mehta loves her simple life, which is full of quiet joys and big dreams. However, things get out of hand when she has to become a replacement for her cousin Riya, who ran away. Diya gets married to Rishabh Singh Rathore all of a sudden, a rich man she barely knows about and who is also the king. She thinks it was just an unfortunate mishap. Well, WAS IT? Will she be able to fit in? What will she do when she knows the truth? ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ "Did you really think that I married her just to let go of her? Did I plan everything just so that she can get away with a low life like you?" Rishabh growled as he took out a knife. "She will hate you for this" Akaash said horrified. "She can, I am hers to love, hers to hate," Rishabh checked the sharpness of the knife by sliding his thumb on it, "just like SHE IS MINE" he smirked. ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ Rishabh x Diya (Rathore Series #1)

ADHIRAJ RANDHAWA X ARADHYA SINGH BOOK 1 of Together✨' series "Because love can break all boundaries.." Two opposite poles, different in every way possible....one is five years younger than the other one. One thinks love is trash and the other one is searching for a person who'll love her going to every extent. But.....both of them have a heart breaking past....both of them are broken. What will happen when these two broken souls find eachother? Will their lives together be so easy? Without any obstacles? A lot is waiting to unleash.. TROPES FORCED MARRIAGE HATE TO LOVE AGE GAP HEARTBREAKING PAST HE FELL FIRST BUT SHE FELL HARDER UNFOLDING MYSTERIES Trigger warning⚠️: This book will be containing immense mature themes like sexual content, cuss words, bloodshed and violence. Readers are requested to kindly keep this in mind before reading. Starting date: 15.03.2024 Ending date: 24.06.2024

❝𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒖𝒔❞ ________ READ THE EDITED VERSION OF THIS BOOK ON SCROLLSTACK. [LINK GIVEN IN BIO] ________ "I -i do - don't wa-want t-too" she somehow completes the sentence. He was furious, but her continuous rejection wasn't helping,his Male ego was definitely hurt. He was Arjun Rajvansh girls throw herselfat him, and here he wants to marry her, and she was rejecting. This fact was eating him. He never faced rejection, not in any field, but here he was facing it continuously. Now marrying Meera wasn't just for saving his family reputation or her too. But now it was the question of his self-respect also. He was doubting his decision after saying yes to the marriage, but now he was full sure that he had to do it. "You will marry me," •••••• Arjun, a billionaire businessman with a royal background, was forced to make a girl marry him, unwilling to save his-Their reputation, but soon he realized that the girl was the one who had his heart . Meera, a doctor by profession, was just attending her best friend's marriage when she caught his eyes and was forced to marry him unwillingly. Despite his wealth and status, Meera saw only the eyes of the man who had caused her past trauma. But,Arjun, captivated by Meera from the moment he saw her, soon realized she was the one who had unknowingly captured his heart. Determined to make their marriage work, he vowed to break through her walls and heal her pain, proving that he was nothing like the man who had hurt her. He would not let her go, no matter what. Meera was his. ●This book is under construction. Read at your own risk.! ●Rᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏɪᴛᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, sᴇx sᴄᴇɴᴇ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. (Not edited.!!! Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes) Started on:- 6th June 2020. Ended on:- 23rd February 2022 Yo

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞" Their meeting was not a coincidence; it was fate, wasn't it? Aayansh fell for her the very first time he saw her. He wanted her to be known as his QUEEN, but the world he lived in was darker than hers. He swore on his life to always protect her, but could he fulfill that promise? Divya was too scared to fall for any guy, but he entered her life and reignited the flame of love within her. Just when she was about to savor her life, something unexpected occurred. Her past secrets were revealed. She fears that she will lose him too and that he will leave. Will he? "Burn Like Ashes" is a desi novel with a twist of dark romance. They were a match made in hell.

"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 , 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖" ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Neither she loves you nor she belongs to you" her ex fiancee shouted in anger. He stood up from his king-like chair and walked towards him in a casual demeanor...."But she moans my name pretty loudly at night!" He hissed near his ear in a devilish smirk!!!! "Why are you doing this Kabir...you are playing with her , you don't , in fact you can't love anyone" he said being heartbroken by his previous statement. Tck...tck ...tck....he laughed like a devil and said..." You are right I don't love her in fact I don't love anyone...but that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed , under me ,at my mercy and you know the best part , you my dear baby brother can't do anything about it!!! Follow this journey of madness and possessiveness !!!! Highest rank🥇 #1 in Wattpad #1 in maturethemes

"Please... Open...the door...I can't breathe.." She said breathing heavily... "You have to pay for ur mistake.. Mene tumhe pehle hi warn kia tha..ki tumhaari wajah se agar meri family ko zara si bhi takleef hui...then you will face the worst side of me.. My dear Wife..." He said with gritted teeth.. standing on the other side of door.. She was struggling for a single breath... He turned off the lights of the room..to torture her more..as she is scared from darkness.. Her body couldn't tolerate anymore...and She collapsed.. He is not aware that She has asthma... . . . . . . . He is 30 She is 21 He is the eldest son of his family She is the youngest daughter of her family He is Cold as ice.. She is Warm as fire.. He is 6'2 She is 5'3 Story Troupe ✨Age gap ✨Slow burn romance ✨Forced marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨He fell first and harder Come... let's dive into the amazing and sizzling story of Vardaan Singhania and Noor Mehra..✨✨ As it's my first work ever on Wattpad...there are various errors and grammatical mistakes but I promise that I 'll try to improve myself..

Before I give description about this story i wanna tell you guys this story will be in HINDI & ENGLISH MIX..without any translation.. sorry loviess.. This is an arranged marriage story-slightly fictional, but deeply rooted in reality. Through this story, I'll try my best to share meaningful life lessons and show what real love looks like, whether it begins before marriage or after. Because no relationship is perfect, but with understanding, patience, and effort, even an arranged marriage can turn into a bond stronger than love itself. This story isn't just about romance-it's about growth, pain, healing, and the kind of love that's built, not found. AVYANSH RUDRANSH KHURANA, 29, is the owner of Mayansh Group of Industries, one of Mumbai's top jewellery companies. A self-made man with a broken heart. Once cheerful, now cold. His past love, Jhanvi, left scars he never healed from. Since then, love and marriage were doors he refused to open-until now. DHRUVI DHRUV SINGHANIA, 21, is a sweet, bubbly jewellery design student. Kind to everyone-even those who hurt her. But beneath her smile hides a secret pain no one knows about. Now imagine if these two got married. Sounds predictable? No. This isn't your typical "cold man melts for bubbly girl" story. This is about pain, healing, patience, and slow, imperfect love. It won't be easy. There will be more tears than smiles. But in the end? The ending will be beautiful.. Kyuki kehte hai na..jispe bit ti hai ussi ko samjah ata hai..toh bas happy endings are the best.

⋆˚✿˖°𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⋆˚✿˖° 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ˚ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐲! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡, 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫... 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫? 𝐃𝐢𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.... ‎♡‧₊˚ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 ‎♡‧₊˚ #Darkromance #secondmarriage #singlefather#desiroma

#1- 1990s [15/02/26] #2 - 1990s [07/01/26] #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."