"It won't be a real marriage . I need a wife to clear my reputation and i suppose you need a husband to escape . There would be no problem just as long as you don't expect me to love you ." He said offering me his hand for marriage but little did he know that those words were all that i needed to hear . What I wanted was to get out of this house that suffocated me . Every brick of this house was a brick to my heart suffocating my lungs and I would accept anything to get out of this house . Even if it was stepping in a marriage with the cold billionaire Rakshit Malhotra and acting as a couple for the world but when in reality we would be nothing but strangers living in the same house . What would happen when two people who have been always discarded from society and unloved have to accept each other ? Can they love or will she always just remain .. His namesake bride

🥇 #1 in Wattpad 🥇 #1 in WattpadIndia 🥇 #1 in WattpadRomance 🥇 #1 in WattpadFiction 🥇#1 in WattpadFanFiction 🥇 #1 in FirstStory 🥇#1 in Firstloves 🥇#1 in Wedding 🥇 And so many more rankings that still feel unreal to me! (13.06.2026) On the day of his wedding, Dhruv Malhotra was left at the altar. Humiliated. Betrayed. Enraged. And somehow, Riya ended up paying the price. Now trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, Riya becomes the target of a man who looks at her like she ruined his life. Dhruv hates her. Riya fears him. But behind closed doors, hatred slowly begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Because in a marriage built on revenge... someone is bound to fall first.

Everyone knows Dominic Blackwood. The 25-year-old billionaire CEO. Cold. Ruthless. A man who never smiles. He has a four-year-old child. Then Amelia Carter appears ,a naive girl looking for a job. She wasn't supposed to get involved. She wasn't supposed to stay. But the moment she steps into the Blackwood mansion, everything begins to change. A man who trusts no one. A girl who sees the world differently. A child who only wants love. And suddenly, the coldest heart in London may not be as untouchable as everyone thinks. Most Impressive Ranking #1 slowburn out of 79.2K stories #1 ceo out of 26.2K stories Rankings #1 billionaireromance out of 1.2K stories #1 funnyromance out of 938 stories

Presenting To You Teri Meri Kahani. Jay Singhania had already lost once. A tragedy stole his wife and broke his children in ways he couldn't understand. A single father of two, wounded, silent, drowning until she walked in. Diya Rawat, child psychologist. Calm, Smart, full of empathy. She entered the mansion for a one year contract but ended up becoming the only person two broken little hearts trusted again. What no one expected? That the man who'd closed every door on love, would open the last one for her. She healed his children. She healed him. But when her year ends and she chooses to leave, his kids shatter all over again. And for the first time, Jay breaks too. "Stay... not as their doctor. Stay as their mother." A marriage born from heartbreak. A home rebuilt with hope. Two people who never planned to fall but somewhere between nightmares and lullabies... love found them anyway.

BOOK 1 OF BRIDE SERIES (Can be read scandalous) "Dard ke siwaye aur kuch nahi de sakta." He whispered against her ear. His lips touched her earlobe sending a shiver down her spine and her clutch on his shirt tightened. "Man-manzoor hai. A-atleast kuch toh de rahein hain." She stammered in a whispering voice against his chest. Her vulnerable voice and sincere words made his eyes close and jaw clench as his emotions badly stirred inside him. • • • 𝗬𝗨𝗩𝗥𝗔𝗝 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗛 𝗥𝗔𝗝𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗛 A 29 years old Cardiac surgeons with intense ocean blue eyes and 6'0" feet height. He is a well known Heart Surgeon of india and the present owner of Rajvansh Multicare Hospital.He is often known as grumpy due his non-chalant behavior. He is a man who believe on action more than words. He believe doesn't in the concept of 'love' after being betrayed and tournamented in that field and has vowed to never let the love feeling step inside his heart. 𝗞𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗥 A 25 years old classical dancer with brown eyes full of compassion and 5'5" feet height. She is a passionate devotee of Krishna and loves dancing and especially her dadi more than her life. She teaches dance to students in 'Nrutiya Kala' classical dance studio and earns money. She is very understanding, carefree and sunshine girl who can bring joy into anyone's life. She never knew what love is until she fell for the blue eyes she once met with on hospital and since then, since 2 years after that small glimpse of him she is after him like her whole life revolves around him. He was the darkness, She was the light. He was heartbroken, She was the hope. As destiny and fate collides, she got a dramatic and unexpected proposal to marry him and be his wife. Tied in this knot of a unexpected marriage where one is ready to give her heart while another is forced into it. Will this marriage ever work or her one sid

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​