"If Lahore had never been divided, would we still have been together?" A tale of love that began in the Lahore of 1946. Gurmeet Kaur and Raghav Rajvanshi fell in love not only with each other, but also with the city they called home. But when fate began drawing borders, their love was forced to face its greatest test. Lahore: A Love Story - one city, two hearts, and a separation that became history. ....

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

⊹₊⋆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.

"मैं परिंदा हूँ तू है सितारा मैं अपना आसमान चुनु तू अपना आसमानमैं" ｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ───────── ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡ 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚 ~ 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 He is from Kashmir. Chaos is his mother tongue. He feels like warm Kashmiri chai on a freezing morning. Slow. Comforting. Deceptively strong. She is from Kanyakumari. Loud, expressive, dramatic in the best way possible. She smells like fresh mallipoo and chaos. Fire wrapped in bangles and sarcasm. When they meet, sparks do not fly. Storms do. ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ───────────── ꒰ა ☆ ໒ They argue about everything. Language. Food. Weather. Music. Who makes better chai. Who has better beaches. He calls her "too much." She calls him "too boring." He rolls his eyes. She rolls up her sleeves. Hair pulling. Endless roasting. Cold wars in the corridor. Unspoken concern hidden behind sarcastic comments. But somewhere between college corridors and cultural festivals, between snowfall stories and sunset confessions, something shifts. Because sometimes chaos needs calm. And sometimes calm needs a little chaos to feel alive. But destiny is stubborn. And love, even more so.

"Come on, give me your bag. I'll carry it." Navika frowned. "Why? It's not even heavy." Yug smirked, slinging it over his shoulder anyway. "Because sometimes, Miss Sharma... Apka stress kam karna he, meri life ka happiest moment ban jata hai." (Because sometimes, Miss Sharma... reducing your stress becomes the happiest moment of my life.) _______________________________________________ 💗💗Update Schedule: Every week 💗💗 Best rankings: #1 in Relatable #1 in Delhi on 24-Jul-26 _______________________________________________ This isn't your usual mafia/CEO/forced marriage Wattpad plot. It's a slow burn. It's messy. It's full of drama. And maybe, just maybe, it'll destroy your "delulu" about Mr Perfect or Miss Elegant. Because sometimes... love isn't about perfection. It's about finding magic in the most unexpected places. Getting comfort, in the people you don't wanna even see, or maybe you do, just you don't admit it. _______________________________________________ Navika Sharma: polite until pushed, gentle until challenged, and lethal when she chooses to be. Brain sharp, humor sharper. A computer science girl who doesn't shout - she wins Yug Arora: the quiet guy until something pokes his emotions - then it's blunt honesty, restless loyalty, and panic hidden under bad jokes. A tech-smart, socially-confused boy who acts tough, feels too much, and melts the second Navika steps in. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Navika × Yug ~ NAVYUG: a new era ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She is the symbol of dedication. He is the beat of the dance floor. Her comfort zone is novels. His leisure time is gaming. She can rule with her eyes. He can ruin with his words. ***Tropes *** ⁎Enemies-to-Lovers (one-sided) ⁎Opposites Attract ⁎He Fell First. She fell harder ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Same college. Same branch. Zero idea how love sneaks in. But when it did, it hit like bliss- UNTIL DESTINY HAD OTHER PLANS. Will destiny separate them? Or love will find it

Two former school classmates, Mayank and Niharika, didn't expect to cross paths again until an unpredictable situation event tied them into a path least expected. A hidden marriage. Mayank and Niharika agree for the sake of their families but aren't able to adjust, however she tries more than him. Will two former classmates be able to adapt to this new role as a husband and wife while also hiding it from the world. With a new hidden sacred bond amongst the common world they share, how long can Mayank go without calling her his? Tropes: Strangers to lovers Hidden / Secret Marriage Mixed feelings Forced proximity Former Classmates Old school love Possessive ML Touch her and die Cute romance Read to find out! 🏅#2 in attraction 🏅#5 in jealousy 🏅#2 in hiddenmarriage 🏅#1 in strangerstolovers

Aashna grew up being told by her family that she deserved the best and she believes that. She isn't going to settle for a man who doesn't meet her standards. Vikram finds no problem in marrying someone for the sake of making his mother happy. Having watched his parents' marriage fail growing up, he has no hope from the concept of marriage. They both understand how arranged marriages work. Just a cliché story of an arranged marriage in the world of affluents where couples are tied together for appearances and performances.

She built walls no one dared to break. Life taught her that trust was fragile, love was dangerous, and silence was safer than truth. Betrayed by those who should've protected her, she turned her heart toward Allah, believing only divine love could hold her together. Then he walked into her life- A man with fire in his soul and loyalty in his veins. He didn't just listen; he understood. He didn't just promise; he proved. With every glance, every word, every act of quiet care, he gave her a reason to believe again. She was the girl who trusted no one. He was the man who loved her like breath. In a world that once broke her, could his love become the home she never had?

In 90s Bhopal, where every gali had a love story and every radio played romantic songs, he remained untouched. An IPS officer known for his calm mind and strict principles, he worked under Commissioner Jagadish Rathore with complete loyalty. Love, for him, was distraction. But Kirti Rathore, bold, spoiled, and used to getting everything she wanted had decided that his attention was the only thing she truly desired.