Atharva Singh Rathore - Atharva Singh Rathore is not just a name, but a walking DEATH. He is cold, Rude and very aggressive , but what if he meets someone who is exactly opposite of him? Someone left a deep scar in his childhood which is why he is like this! Leher Sharma- Leher is just like her name- Calm,Shy,Innocent BUT what then, when a storm comes in the ocean?!! She will heal him She will be his life She will be his First Love For knowing how they'll crash , read the story!

"Lea... leave me" I stuttered taking a step back. "How can I leave you?" he said coming closer to me. "You li..lied to me," I said continued taking a step back. Fearing this man who was standing in front of me. "Amna.. love, don't do this... Come here" he said softly. But I shook my head. "You are a monster" I whisper and hit my back with the wall. He stood in front of me. "I'm your husband," he said as matter of fact. "Your not the one whom I loved and married," I said and put my hands on his chest to make some distance. "We should talk about this in the morning.." He paused and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him. "Now shall we continue what we started before I had to leave," he said with a smirk. Coming closer to my face. "Don't touch me" I hissed and he held me tightly. "Today our wedding night love, and you have no idea how much I longed for this day.. so no one can stop me now," he said and crashed his lips on me. I can't believe I love this man. No! I didn't love this man. I love my Armaan. Who was a kind and loving caring person. But this man was a cruel heartless man. And I hate him. He moved back and look at me angrily. "My love.. you have to respond," he said angrily. Unzipping my dress. *********** Amna Kareem a beautiful bubbly confident 21 years old girl. Her parents and her brothers love her way too much. She is the princess of their house. Doll made with glasses. She hated violence. Armaan Akbar. A 26 years criminal secret mafia boss. Everyone knows and fears him to the core by his name but no one sees his face as the mafia. He lives away from his family but he loved them he has an elder brother Sameer whom he loves and respects way too much. Amna and Armaan did love marriage. Before marriage, Armaan disguised himself as a kind and loving person in front of Amna. Now Armaan will do anything to keep Amna with him cause he loves her. Now let's see what will he do for his selfish love. And... His selfish revenge.

Book 2 of the More Than Series "He was her father's pride. She was his greatest chaos." Captain Zairaan Raina has spent his entire life living by three things: duty, discipline, and honor. An IMA topper. A decorated young Army officer. The son of a martyr. The officer Colonel Rudraksh Singh Rathore trusts the most. In short, he's everything twenty-four-year-old Zairaan is supposed to be. Unfortunately for him... He keeps crossing paths with Yukti Singh Rathore. Sixteen years old. Class XI. Professional troublemaker. Part-time menace. Full-time papa ki princess. Yukti has spent years listening to everyone praise Captain Zairaan Raina. "Learn something from Zairaan." "Look at Zairaan." "Why can't you be more like Zairaan?" At this point, she's convinced her father secretly wants to adopt him. And if Captain Perfect thinks he's going to survive Dehradun Cantonment without suffering for it... He's about to be very disappointed. Between relentless pranks, family gatherings, army friendships, chaotic best friends, and a battalion-sized found family that refuses to mind its own business, Zairaan quickly discovers that military training never prepared him for Yukti Rathore. Because she isn't a mission. She's a disaster. A beautiful, infuriating, impossible disaster. But somewhere between stolen smiles, late-night conversations, growing up, and finding home in the most unexpected person... The line between annoyance and affection begins to blur. And what starts as chaos slowly becomes something neither of them saw coming. A heartbeat. A home. A forever.♾️ ✨ A heartwarming slow-burn romance filled with family chaos, army life, friendship, laughter, first love, protective heroes, found family, and a heroine determined to drive the hero absolutely insane. Because some heartbeats are loud. Others change your entire world. 🤍

This isn't for you if you like fairytales . It's not for soft hearted ones . " How many times ? " He asked gently, his frame close to hers . She was terrified beyond measure. " W.what ? " She dared to ask . He chuckled. " How many times shall I beat your disobedience out ? " " A.ab.abhimaan " she whisperd . " Mhm ? " he hummed. " M.maine k.kuch nahi k.kiya iss baar " She pleaded softly. " You weren't trying to escape guards ? " He asked , wiping her tears . She froze. " Can't function long with a dose , can you ? " He said while rolling his belt on his fist .

"Some people are born into luxury... some into darkness. But she was born into a prison disguised as a home." She had never known what freedom truly meant. The world beyond the walls of her house was nothing more than an imagination. Every step she took was watched, every word she spoke was controlled, and every dream she dared to see was shattered before it could even bloom. Her family didn't just raise her... They imprisoned her. They made sure she never learned how cruel, beautiful, or dangerous the world really was. They broke her confidence, silenced her voice, and filled her life with fear until innocence became the only thing she had left. She knew nothing about lies. Nothing about betrayal. Nothing about love. She believed every person had kindness hidden inside them... Little did she know that the world wasn't meant for hearts as pure as hers. While she spent her life hidden from the world... A man ruled the world from the shadows. The Mafia King. His name alone was enough to make powerful people tremble. He didn't believe in mercy, second chances, or forgiveness. His hands carried blood instead of compassion. His heart had forgotten what emotions felt like. People called him ruthless. His enemies called him a nightmare. His own men never dared to question him. Because in his world... He never let anyone enter his life. He never trusted anyone. And love.. Was the last thing he believed in. Two souls. One too innocent to survive in a world full of monsters. The other was so dangerous that even monsters feared him. They belonged to completely different worlds. They were never supposed to cross paths. But fate doesn't care about impossible. One unexpected meeting. One unwanted responsibility. One dangerous obsession. And suddenly... The ruthless king who never looked back found himself protecting the one person who didn't even know what evil looked like. She feared everyone... Except him. He trusted no one... Except her.

"What happened to you?" I asked and she looked away from me. "No... nothing" she stuttered I can tell she was crying. "You were crying?" I asked more like stated and she shook her head. "Isha... if you're upset because of what you saw in the morning then you sho.. shouldn't be" I said in the end stuttering. "I shouldn't be?" She asked innocently. And now her eyes filled up with tears. "She is my wife isha" I reasoned and she gives me sad smiled. "So am I" she whispered and tear escaped her eyes and turned to other side making me froze on my place. In those 2 years, this is the first time Isha said that she is my wife. Even I never acknowledge her as my wife. We hide this from everyone. We never behaved nor we asked each other that we are husband and wife and we want rights. So hearing Isha mentioning her as my wife makes me feel something in my heart which I never felt for her before. It makes me feel that I'm standing here with my 2nd secret wife. ******** "Mai bhale hi sirf tumhara nahi hun, par tum sirf meri ho. SIRF. MERI. Mrs Isha Arshad malik (i may not only yours. But you are mine. Only mine. Mrs Isha Arshad malik)" ******** Isha Abdullah. a beautiful 17-year-old girl. She lives in a small village. A village where girl treated like trash. She lost her mother when she born. Her father married another woman cause he wanted to give his daughter the love of a mother. But her fate gave her witch disguise by mother. She lost her father at the age of 12 and after that, her stepmother makes her life hell. Arshad Malik. A handsome kind 25 years old man. Happily Married man. He loves his wife. He married his college sweetheart when he was 23. He lived in Dubai with his wife cause of his business. They both came to their home town for some business but that led Arshad to married Isha. So how they got married and how they will hide their marriage from the world.

It was evening when he was returning from the Panchayat when his eyes fall on a beauty standing in a chaat stall in a cream colour suit not more then 18. It was then he first saw her and her beauty captivated his memory even after five years. From that day she became the only purpose of his life and his only fate which he desired and soon he is going to make her his destiny.From that day she became the only purpose of his life and his only fate which he desired and soon he is going to make her his destiny.From that day she became the only purpose of his life and his only fate which he desired and soon he is going to make her his destiny. 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ "do you love him?" Who can love a rapist" she replied without thinking twice. 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ Everyone thought Vidyut Thakur married Maanvi for his three months old daughter unaware of the truth that Vidyut has always his eyes laid on Maanvi. He is obsessed with her. The book contains mature scenes read at your own scene. The photos used in book belong to their respective owners .

⊹₊⋆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.

In Delhi, the Singhania family is one of the richest and most powerful families in Asia. They have money, fame, business, and influence. To the world, they look perfect - a respected family with everything under control. But behind their grand name, they are hiding a dark secret. Many years ago, the youngest son of the family, Rudra, was abandoned when he was only three years old. His name was erased, his existence was forgotten, and everyone in the family was forced to believe he was a curse. Far away from Delhi, Rudra grows up in Mumbai without knowing who he really is. He becomes a brave and honest DCP officer, fighting dangerous crimes across India. He hates powerful people who misuse money and influence, not knowing that he was born into one of the most powerful families himself. Rudra's only world is his little daughter, Aanya, and his best friend Rajeev, who stands by him like a brother. As Rudra solves high-profile cases, his path slowly begins to cross with the Singh family. Hidden truths start coming out, old lies begin to break, and the family that once erased him may have to face him again. This is a story of family, betrayal, power, friendship, justice, and identity. When the forgotten son returns... Will he destroy the empire, or save it?

Vaidehi Mehra had loved once-and lost more than she could bear. Betrayed by the man she trusted and wounded by the family meant to protect her, she walked away from the ruins with only one reason to keep going: her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Esha. Esha's laughter, tiny hands, and unquestioning love became the fragile thread holding Vaidehi's broken heart together. Marriage was never meant to be part of her story again. Not after the betrayal. Not after the whispers. But one careless photograph and one malicious rumor are enough to undo everything she rebuilt. What begins as office gossip spirals into public scandal, dragging her dignity through headlines and threatening her career-and worse, her daughter's future. When reputation becomes survival, a solution is offered. Simple. Strategic. Respectable. Marriage. Vikram Khanna is the last man Vaidehi would ever choose to depend on. A self-made billionaire, disciplined, distant, and fiercely private, he has built his empire alone-and planned to keep his life that way. Their union is nothing more than damage control: a contractual arrangement designed to silence speculation and restore order. But neither of them accounts for Esha. With her innocent eyes and fearless affection, Esha becomes the quiet bridge between two guarded adults. As Vaidehi struggles with scars from her past and Vikram maintains the emotional walls that have always protected him, the boundaries of their arrangement begin to blur. What starts as strategy slowly begins to feel like shelter. What begins as obligation starts resembling belonging. A Home We Didn't Plan is a story of resilience before romance, of a child's innocence melting the coldest defenses, and of two people who never intended to build a family-yet may discover that love sometimes grows where it was never meant to. (The chapters are edited with the help of Chatgpt) Rankings: #2 on wattpadindia (29.03.2026)