They were strangers bound by an arranged marriage neither of them wanted. She, a quiet dreamer who had secretly loved him for years. He, a pragmatic man who saw marriage as an obligation, not an emotion. For two years, they lived as roommates - her world revolving around him, and his life quietly orbiting her without realizing it. Until one night, a phone call could have changed everything - if only he had picked up. That night changed her. The woman who once waited for love now wanted freedom. But by the time he finally saw what she meant to him... she was already gone. And some mistakes take years to heal - even if love never really leaves.

Nithila never wanted the spotlight. She was happy in her little world - a classroom filled with giggles, crayons, and the smell of chalk. Teaching at a small government school wasn't fancy, but it meant everything to her. The kids adored her, and she loved them right back, one lesson, one drawing, one tiny hug at a time. Arjun Adithyan lived in a different world - stadiums, flashing cameras, fans screaming his name. Cricket wasn't just his passion, it was his life. But somewhere between winning matches and collecting trophies, he'd started feeling... tired. A part of him missed something real. Something grounded. That breeze had reached the storm. And before he even knew it, he wanted more of it all the characters in this story is fictional and none of them represents real person. Please dont cop my work

Rudra Patil. Sarpanch of a village in Maharashtra and a Wrestler. At the age of 32, he has achieved so much Status, Money and more importantly Respect. Everyone fears him. A man with dignity and possession. . . . . . . Veda Mali. A sweet innocent Girl, 21 years old, an orphan. She loves singing and has a voice as beautiful as cuckoo but fate has played enough games with her. . . . . . . Let's dive into the story and see how Rudra became her knight in shining amore. And will rudra's possessiveness consume her or make her fall for him.....

Aarna Malhotra was born rich but never raised right. Ignored by her father, spoiled by staff, and admired for nothing except her last name - she learned to command, not care. When her reckless arrogance becomes a threat to her own safety, her father appoints Rudra Rathore as her personal protection - the son of the man who once died saving her. But Aarna doesn't see him as a guardian. She sees him as someone to control. What she doesn't expect is the him. And one day... she does. ( The photos used in this story are not mine and they are from pinterest and the credit goes to the respective owners)

He was fire - fierce, possessive, and dangerously irresistible. She was the calm he never knew he needed. He didn't ask for her heart. He just... took it. And now, he won't let her go. Not when she breathes in his name. Not when her body remembers his touch. Not when every heartbeat screams - she is his... and only his.

Rudra singh chodhary a is thirty-four, the cold and ruthless principal who owns the most powerful college in the city. Feared by students, respected by businessmen, he has built walls of silence around himself - walls born from guilt, from the night his Fiancee's life slipped away in a tragic accident. Discipline is his cage, and he never lets anyone close enough to break it. Then comes Arna rathore - bold, dramatic, the kind of girl who can light up a room with her laughter. But around him, her confidence falters, her words stumble, and the secret she has hidden for years threatens to spill. She is his best friend's sister. His student. The one girl he should never want. But some rules are meant to be broken, and some silences are meant to be undone. Between fire and restraint, guilt and healing, Arna and Rudra are about to cross a line that will change everything. Will rudra be able to forget about his past? would arna be the reason he will stop carrying the guilt?? romance #romanticfiction #lovestory #indianromance #fiction #love #romancewriter #arrangedmarriage #slowburn #agegapromance #dominantmalelead #shyfemalelead #silentlove #tension #emotionalromance #softgirl #slowburnromance #wattpad #wattpadindia #wattpadwriter #indianwriter #writersofwattpad #wattpadstory #wattpadromance #newonwattpad #readonwattpad #professorxstudent #professorxstudentromance

She was trained to heal hearts. He had one no one could fix. Dr. Shivangi, a shy, soft-spoken cardiac surgeon from a traditional household, never imagined her marriage would be arranged with him. Ashwin Raghavan, one of the most irresistible actors, cold,broken, and emotionally unavailable. Still grieving the death of his first love, Ashwin numbs himself with alcohol, one-night stands, and fame. Thrown into a marriage neither of them asked for, sparks fly - of pain, of lust, of longing. But desire doesn't ask for permission. And sometimes, the deepest wounds open the door to the fiercest love. 🔞 Mature Content Warning ⚠️ This story is intended for adult audiences (18+) only.

Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.

... Shweta Pawar a city girl and from wealthy family ,22 .she's third girlchild and unloved in her family because her family was expecting a boychild after 2 girls but she born. .... Dr. Sathvik Agarwal ,30 ,a Clam and simple man .. who help others and a village man. ... now let's see their journey of arrange marriage :)

"Kapde utar," he said coldly. ["Strip"] Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it. But she was too slow. Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees. "Muh khol." ["Open your mouth"] She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently. "Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other. ["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"] She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told. Because Trayambak wasn't a husband. He was a monster. And she was trapped.