Two hearts. Two pasts. Two wounds. One story they never saw coming.

She was a whisper in a world that only heard noise. Heer Abhyant Raghuvanshi - calm, gentle, and endlessly kind. She never raised her voice, but her silence spoke louder than most. Her strength wasn't loud or proud - it was quiet. The strength to smile when no one smiled back. The strength to give love where none was returned. The strength to hope... even when life kept saying no. Heer didn't wear luxury, but dignity wrapped around her like a second skin. She carried dreams in her heart - not of palaces, but of hospitals and white coats. She wanted to heal, to help, to matter. But dreams don't always survive reality. Married to a man who treated emotions like weakness, she found herself in a palace of gold with no warmth, beside a husband who had everything... except the ability to love. ⸻ Abhyant Singh Raghuvanshi was born to rule. King of Rajasthan. CEO of Raghuvanshi Enterprises. Mafia by blood, monarch by name. He was not cruel for fun - he was shaped by fire. Raised in shadows, trained in silence, and taught never to feel. He solved problems like puzzles and broke enemies like glass. Emotions? Distractions. Love? Dangerous. Then came Heer. She was everything he wasn't. Soft where he was stone. Light where he was storm. She stayed, even when he pushed her away. She cared, even when he refused to feel. She believed in him... even when he didn't believe in himself. And that belief? It began to crack the walls he'd built for years. This is not a fairy tale. It's a war between love and loneliness. A journey of two broken souls - one who kept giving love, and the other who feared it. This is their story. Unasked. Unreturned. But never unfelt.

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

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.

°•°•° Aradhya Rajvansh's life shattered the day her own family turned their backs on her, believing lies that landed her in prison. After four years, she walks free-not as the girl she once was, but as a woman forged in pain and silence. With only her younger brother Ansh by her side, she rebuilds her life far away from home, shutting her heart to the world. But destiny has other plans. Her path collides with Rishav Raghuvanshi-a man of quiet strength, protective warmth, and ruthless determination. Thrust into his family through marriage, Aradhya finds herself torn between old wounds and the possibility of a new beginning. While Rishav's unwavering presence starts breaking down her walls, shadows of betrayal and enemies from the past threaten to return. This is a story of heartbreak, resilience, and the slow, tender healing of a warrior's heart.

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)

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝑨 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 - 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. From that cursed day, all he's ever wanted was to ruin him beyond recognition. But death? Death is silence. Death is peace. And peace is mercy. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥. To reach him, he will use his sister- make her the path, the bait, the weapon with no way back. He will step into her life out of nowhere, on a night so black the stars choke on their own light, and twist it until it screams. She will let him, at first. She will let him ruin her. Until she belongs to 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞. Until she can't even belong to 𝐡𝐢𝐦. And that's where everything starts to burn. Because somewhere between the threats and the ruin, between the lies and the blood - something far more dangerous takes root. A love that tastes like vengeance. A love that kills as much as it keeps alive. A love that is both a weapon and a wound. Because yes, 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊. Revenge that will scar souls, ruin innocence, destroy lives, and expose secrets that will shatter their existence. She's not weak. She's not fragile. But she will scream. She will cry. She will bleed. He is strong. He is unbreakable. But he will shatter. He will fall. He will break. Because again, it's a tale of revenge. And of a love that will burn them to ash. But one question cuts deeper than all the rest - 𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊, 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞?

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