*When duty collides with destiny, and protocol meets passion* --- What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? In the treacherous terrain where military precision clashes with medical compassion, Major Mayank Kashyap and Dr. Yamini Singh are about to find out. **She saves lives. He takes them. Both are excellent at their jobs.** Dr. Yamini Singh doesn't believe in following orders, especially when they conflict with her Hippocratic oath. Emergency medicine is her battlefield, and she's never met a protocol she couldn't bend in service of saving lives. Reckless? Perhaps. Effective? Undeniably. Major Mayank Kashyap lives by a different code entirely. Special forces, counter-terrorism, and a mysterious double life that requires him to vanish for thirty days every quarter. His world runs on discipline, hierarchy, and secrets buried so deep that even his closest friends don't know the whole truth. When an earthquake throws them together in the rubble of disaster, their first meeting ends with him physically restraining her and her questioning his authority. Professional courtesy? Not exactly. Mutual respect? Hardly. Yet somehow, beneath the antagonism, something dangerous begins to grow. One drunken confession. One impossible promise. One word written on a palm that changes everything. From earthquake zones to terrorist attacks, from military bases to hospital corridors, from family secrets to battlefields: their story unfolds across a landscape where personal becomes political, where protection becomes persecution, and where the line between salvation and destruction is razor-thin. *Code Name: Ishq* is more than a romance: it's an exploration of what happens when two people perfect at their jobs discover that their most challenging mission might be learning to love each other. It's about the weight of secrets, the cost of duty, and the courage required to choose vulnerability in a world that rewards armor.

Where love is messy, healing is slow, and every heart in the Awasthi family learns to beat again. In a world of ancestral secrets, chaotic weddings, and unresolved pasts, three tangled love stories unfold-each stitched together with heartbreak, longing, and the quiet hope that maybe, just maybe, love still has a place. --- Ahaan x Dhriti "I can be a father, Dhriti. But I cannot be your husband. I don't feel anything for you." She was his arranged wife. He was her everything. Six years, one daughter, and a quiet divorce later-Ahaan and Dhriti share custody and awkward silences. But love, in its gentlest form, begins to bloom in the most unexpected domestic moments. Tropes: Grumpy x Sunshine Second Chances Arranged Marriage → Divorce → Love Again Stoic MMC (unresolved trauma) x Strong FMC Co-Parenting Therapy --- Arush x Shyra "I don't believe in love, Arush. But with you, I'm willing to take the risk." She's all cold logic and unhealed scars. He's her best friend's younger brother-and the only person who sees through her defenses. Tropes: Reverse Grumpy x Sunshine Age Gap (reverse) Brother's Best Friend Marriage of convenience Lawyer x Forensic Scientist Workplace Romance --- Ahsaas x Ishan "I broke your heart once, Ishan. Maybe twice. But this time, I'll fight for you. Even if I have to burn the whole world down to be yours again." Once childhood sweethearts. Now, exes forced into an arranged engagement. She's chaos in couture. He's calm in a cardigan. Somewhere between unexpected tenderness, they discover that love never really left-it was just waiting to be found again. Tropes: Chaotic FMC x Calm MMC Arranged Engagement Second Chances Love → Hate → Love Again Emotional Slow Burn Accidental Pregnancy No Cheating || Found family || Chaotic Desi Family || Toxic Soceity mentioned [No 18+ chapters, But mentions of mature themes]

He married her. He loved someone else. She loved only him. Seven years of marriage. One child. Zero confessions. When the woman he once loved returns, everything Suhani tried to bury threatens to resurface. The truth. The heartbreak. The night that changed everything. But sometimes, love doesn't come with fireworks. Sometimes, it waits in silence-until the moment you finally look back. We hit ✨ #1 India #1 angstwithhappyending #1 trending #1 arrangedmarriage #1 secondchances #1 adorable #1 emotionalromance #1 marriage-of-convenience #1 loveaftermarriage #1 unrequited love #1 trianglelove #1 exgf #1 hidden love #1 heartbreaking #2 slowburnromance #2 grovel #2 familysecrets #2 slowburn #2 marriagedrama #2 desi #3 lovetriangle #3 other woman #4 womensfiction #5 pregnancy #6 adorable #7 Wattpad #7 womanpower #8 forcedmarriage #9 selfdiscovery © Kiara Gilbert. All rights reserved. This work is protected under DMCA and international copyright law. Do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt any part of this story without explicit written permission. Unauthorized use will result in immediate DMCA takedown notices, reporting, and, if necessary, legal action. I appreciate every genuine reader, please respect the time, effort, and creativity that went into this work.a-

Featured by @Romance .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. "Why do you make these paper flowers?" He asked, looking at her through the mirror. "They don't wither like the real ones." She replied, aligning the entire bunch of paper flowers. "But they don't have the fragrance." He politely challenged her. He was a soldier. Chivalrous was his middle name. "These paper flowers, they stay with you for as long as you want. You don't really have to throw them away like people discard the real ones. They pluck them for the fragrance and colors. But once that fades, they throw it away." She said, finally looking up at him. "Not everyone!" He added almost immediately, taking one more step forward. It could be his height or his longer stride, or maybe the room was too small as it only took him two steps to reach her. "Yeah! Of course! Exceptions are there, like poets and people in love." She walked in a different direction, putting those flowers on the table. He rolled his eyes with a defeated sigh. She was a teacher. Arguing with her was as futile as making a sand castle on a seashore. "You know, gone is the era when people used to preserve the flowers of their loved ones. We don't have people like that anymore!" She said as she faced him. "We don't have that kind of love anymore." He said looking straight into her eyes. She held his gaze through the mirror for a while, trying to read through him. "I agree." Murmuring under her breath, she turned around. Taking a deep breath, watching her retreating figure, he brought out his favorite poetry book from the shelf. After he was sure she was not looking, he ruffled through the pages till he found a dried Hibiscus. The very same one which had fallen from her bag when he first saw her. With a small smile, he cautiously caressed the petals. He closed the book with a fond sigh and found her looking at him. She couldn't hold his gaze for long and looked down, crimson covering her cheeks. He shook his head with a chuckle.

Varsha Sharma had always believed life unfolded in a straight line-one step after another, one dream leading gently into the next. She had love waiting for her, wedding rituals filling her days, a brother and sister-in-law who were her world, and two little souls who filled the house with laughter. Everything was set. Everything was certain. Until the night everything changed. In a single, cruel moment, her perfect life shattered, leaving her with two infants who clung to her heartbeat and a world that no longer made sense. Her marriage collapsed, her home fell silent, and every path she once dreamed of closed at once. But grief has a strange way of rearranging destinies. Pulled together by loss and bound by responsibility, Varsha and Ashwin Raina-strangers in every sense but devotion-find their lives stitched into the same story. He, the quiet, work-driven brother who lost a sister too soon. She, the bruised yet unbreakable girl who became a mother overnight. Together, they step into a marriage neither planned, building a family from the ruins of heartbreak, discovering strength in places they never looked, and learning that sometimes love doesn't arrive as a choice... but as a promise you make to those who can't make one for themselves. Sometimes love doesn't arrive as a fairy tale- sometimes it grows quietly in the spaces grief leaves behind.

[ Already Completed In Scrollstck ] Both of them were fragments of a once-whole existence, shattered by life, love, and the weight of their scars. Yet, amidst the wreckage of their hearts, a tiny spark of hope appeared- a child. Eklavya Nene, a single father navigating the stormy seas of parenthood, found himself struggling to be everything his son needed, especially the tender, nurturing presence of a mother. His divorce had left him fractured, and the idea of letting another woman into his life was daunting. But for the sake of his son, Amogh, he had to find a way. Unnati Kothari carried the weight of a troubled past, one that had led her to view men as nothing more than monsters. However, a deep-seated desire to become a mother persisted within her. When she met little Amogh through a mutual friend, her world shifted; the boy's laughter and innocence touched something in her, awakening dreams she thought she had buried forever. Brought together by the gentle nudges of friends and family, Eklavya and Unnati agreed to a marriage of convenience, each committing to the role of a parent for a child who needed more than either could provide alone. Yet, love- true, uncharted, and profound- remained an elusive mystery to them both. Could two souls so deeply marred by their pasts find the courage to trust and to heal? Would they ever allow their hearts to open and let love in, not just as parents to Amogh but as partners to each other? ------ Intended for mature readers, rated R (18+) for the subjects dealing with strong language, sexual content, abuse/ violence, and trauma. ------ One of the books from the 'Mad Love' series. It can be read as a standalone ------ [Updates on- Tuesday and Friday: 4 pm IST] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [Unedited First Draft] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 200K to 250K] ----- © 2024 Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyrights.

[ a desi best friends to enemies to lovers story ] Miraya lands the envied opportunity to do a feature story for the popular magazine MIRROR. When she realises the celebrity she has to work with is the one who ruined what could've been the best years of her life, things don't seem very enviable. Shray Nivas is the hot, rising youth star of South India. His irresistable charm isn't exclusive for the cameras and Miraya knows that first-hand. Having more than ten years of history between them, it becomes hard to stick to the itinerary when they are forced to work together. Set in southern India, watch Miraya and Shray's lives take an unexpected turn, bringing them together in a troublesome fake-dating arrangement and making them the talk of the town with eye-opening truths and secrets from the past to keep them entertained. [80,000 - 90,000 words]

Meet Diya Gupta an ambitious, independent, self made party girl whose life revolves around her company and sometimes the cigarettes after sex. Arjun Goenka, a family guy who believes in getting married for the benefit and reputatio of his family, is getting married to Diya's cousin Meeta. When Arjun is left right before his wedding, after meeta runs away, circumstances force Diya to get married to Arjun. The story unfolds as an ambitious yet childlike Diya is married to Arjun and both of them deal with their baggage from the past! ***not edited yet, please ignore the typos and the other insignificant errors!***

Meera Gupta, daughter of Niyati and Manish is an architect who comes back to India, after a long interval to visit her ailing grandfather, Prithviraj, whom she is most attached to. Her grandfather's last wish is getting her married and even though Meera is commitment phobic she knew she couldn't rest without fulfilling her grandfather's last wish. Arjun, son of Shantanu and Pratibha Goenka is a young man, working with his father and brothers for Goenka Constructions. He isn't ready for marriage, especially not arranged as he considers all the girls considered for his marriage to be immature and materialistic. The real fact is also that he isn't ready for marriage owing to the baggage from his past. Arjun's younger brother is Aakash is married to Divya who is Meera's cousin and confidante. To make matters worse for Arjun and Meera, Shantanu gives his word to Prithviraj to ensure that Arjun and Meera are married. To headstrong characters, who aren't ready for marriage are woven into a relationship, will they ever fall in love? Is love the only thing you need to make a marriage work?

ONLY for 18+ audience. Keerthi felt a hand under her chin,coaxing her to look up ,as she met with warm brown eyes,in their darkest shade. Her eyes went to her husband's lips,wetting her own involuntarily,when she felt Vikram's hold tighten. She blushed,looking down,her face felt on fire. Vikram pulled her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "Keerthi", Vikram started gruffly,his voice laced with desire, their lips merely brushing, teasing one another,"We should go to sleep now if you don't want it to continue any further." Keerthi's face flamed at her husband's insinuation. But dammit,she wanted to be kissed. For the first time ever.