I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝-𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞...𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞.𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭.

A child marriage they never asked for. A future they never expected. She was just 13, he was 15, when their fates were bound by family and tradition. He walked away. She waited. Now she's 18, finally sent to live with the husband she barely knows... And he's 20, more distant, more bitter, and completely uninterested. To him, she's invisible. To her, he's everything she was promised-but never had. Will the boy who left ever become the man who stays? Can a marriage born in silence... ignite into something real? Child Marriage Hate-to-Love Invisible-to-Irresistible Forced Proximity / Living Together "Touch Her and You Die" Vibes Possessive Jealousy Slow Burn Obsession

Forced Proximity trope MMC : Devansh Rajput MFC : Yuvika Rajpurohit #YuVansh Devansh and Yuvika had to get married for the sake of Devansh three year old twins Vinita and Vinay. Since Devansh's first wife Aarya passed away two years ago, devansh had been cold and emotionless even infront of his own kids. To take care of his kids and so that he becomes an actual loving human, Devansh's mother forces him to marry Yuvika, his PA. But their marriage was nothing but a simple contract with rules of no feelings and no intimate relationship. Will Yuvika be able to melt icy heart of Devansh? Obviously she will but see how😉

[𝗦𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵×𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶] "𝐍𝐨! 𝐍𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐚! 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞-" "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮!? 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫!? 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦!?" "𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋!" "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬 ! 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 !? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞 Sidharth, extended his hand, and said: "𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ." ________________________________________ 𝗦𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗮 The name alone is enough to silence a room. Cold. Controlled. Unshakeable. CEO of malhotra Industries, Siddharth built his empire on discipline, precision, and a heart that refuses to feel. People say he is made of steel-his mother says he's made of storms. 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮 Soft-spoken. Innocent. Gentle enough to break at a harsh word. Roohi grew up with a stepmother who hated her, a father who never defended her, and a home that treated her like a mistake. Her dreams were small: a job, freedom, peace... love, maybe. _________________________________________ 🆃🆁🅾🅿🅴🆂 •𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 •𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 •𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝× 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 •𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

#45 - wattpad #5 - 1990s [28/09/25] #2 - village[04/10/25] #6 - women[02/10/25] ««1980𝐬-90𝐬»» _____ "𝐊𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐬𝐝𝐤 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐚?" "𝐀𝐚𝐩 𝐧𝐞" _____ © Autumn Whisk[2025] This story is an original work of fiction. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt it without my permission. Sharing by link is welcome.

#Top5 in India (07/09/2025) #Top4 in India (08/09/2025) 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚.. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Sakshi had just stepped into her nineteenth year. She was not like other girls - instead, she was very timid, shy, and quiet, with a heart as pure as holy water. She grew up in a family of five, where every day she saw her father hurting and torturing her mother without any reason. Watching this pain at home, Sakshi slowly lost all her dreams about marriage and love. To her, marriage was not something beautiful - it was something to fear. One day, without asking for her opinion or even telling anyone else, her father fixed her marriage with a man a few years older than her. Hearing this, Sakshi felt her world fall apart. Fear gripped her heart - what if her future husband turned out just like her father? What if her life became another cage of pain and sadness? Terrified and helpless, Sakshi stands at the edge of a new life she never asked for. What will happen to her now? Will her husband bring her happiness, or will history repeat itself? 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ✨✨

looking for something spice and dangerous ? THEN YOU'RE ON THE RIGHT PLACE! 😝🤙🏻 🖤 BEFORE YOU READ This is not a love story where a man saves a broken girl. This is a story where a girl survives long enough to save herself. He is feared by the underworld. She was forgotten by her own blood. Read if you believe pain can create power. Close this book if you're looking for something soft.

⋆𐔌𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ~ 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤.ᐟ ₊ ꒱ For those who love, ❝she wanted to be someone's khawaish and not someone's need... unknown of the fact she was his everything❞ Kind of trope. ★ ────── · · ⋆.𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪 -A simple middle-class girl, with a heart as pure as chasni and a tongue sharp as a scissor. She believed she had failed in everything she ever tried-whether it was friendship, being the perfect student, the ideal daughter, or winning the love of her crush. At just an 11th grader, she was already earning for her family by teaching younger kids. Balancing studies, responsibilities, and her own silent battles wasn't easy, yet she kept fighting. She was a - "Chahun mai ya na" girl. 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ───── 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝓞𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓲 ˙⋆. -Everyone saw him as nothing more than a rich, spoiled kid. But beneath those expensive jackets and that mask of a teasing smile, he carried scars he believed would never heal. What he craved wasn't wealth or admiration, but something far simpler - attention and love, feelings he had never truly known. He didn't long to be loved; he longed to feel loved. He was a - "tu jane na" boy. ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ‧₊˚✧ She didn't buy her important biology notes cause she wanted to gift him something he can treasure forever on their last day. Unknown of how he didn't sleep for two months so that he can write all the notes for her, knowing how she never took things bought from someone else's money. "tumhe to sitare pasand nahi the..." she said teasingly, while sitting beside him. "tumse nahi mila tha kabhi" He replied staring in her eyes, hoping to see her smile she did.

[ON HOLD] Till March 2026 This story carries the nostalgia, the friendship warmth, the first heartbreak ache, and that magical feeling of being young and not knowing how big those little moments were. We're talking classroom crushes, last bench laughs, firsts that stay forever, and love stories that begin with friendship, mischief, and shared secrets. Before the heartbreaks, Before the confessions, There was friendship. Shared benches. Inside jokes. First crushes. And love stories that bloomed between attendance calls and farewell parties. It's a school year filled with :- •Best friends falling without realising . •Enemies stealing glances . •First heartbreaks you never really recover from . • And memories that stay, long after the last bell rings. A story about the kind of love that's awkward, innocent, unforgettable. 🦋 Because sometimes, the slowest burns leave the longest warmth. "This isn't just their school year. It's the one they'll never stop talking about." They didn't mean to fall in love but oh, they did. Slowly. Stupidly. Softly. 💬 This is the kind of love you remember after school ends. 💌 A multicouple, slowburn rom-com that smells like old textbooks, teenage heartbreaks, and the best kind of first. Tension-filled friendships Academic rivals turned lovers Banter. Burn. And best friends who never saw it coming