The wedding was nothing more than a battlefield dressed in gold. She wore the silk he chose, stood beneath the vows she didn't mean, and let the cameras capture a story that wasn't hers. Beside her stood the man she had sworn to hate-the rival who had stolen victories, the enemy who now carried her name on his tongue as if it was already his to own. His hand closed over hers, steady and unyielding, the perfect mask for the crowd. But beneath that grip was a challenge, a warning, a fire. She should have pulled away. She didn't. Because hatred was simple. Hatred she understood. But the pulse that quickened under his gaze, the shiver that betrayed her when he leaned close-that was the real danger. This marriage wasn't love. It wasn't peace. It was war wrapped in silk. (Aditya X Nikhat) They were friends once-laughing at inside jokes, sharing secrets only they understood. She trusted him. He trusted her. Then came the arrangement. Fake dating, they called it-a harmless lie to fool everyone else. But pretending brought them too close, stirred emotions neither were ready to admit. And when it ended, it ended hard. Pretend partners became strangers overnight. The laughter disappeared. The trust vanished. Time didn't heal it. It sharpened it. They became rivals, measuring each other in every glance, every word, every challenge. And yet, beneath the tension, beneath the rivalry, something familiar lingered... something dangerous. Because some bonds, even when broken, refuse to stay dead. (Vihaan X Naira) Tropes: Billionaire romance Rivalry Forced marriage Marriage of convenience Second chance Age gap Enemies to lovers Fake dating to lovers Suspense thriller

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'Every boy is a player, Until... He meets his true one' ... "Come on Inaya! You just have to pretend" he whines trying his best to convince the girl. "Pretending also comes under the category of lying" he rolls his eyes till the back of his head if possible hearing her uttering truth. "It does? Well, One pretty girl and One pretty boy with One pretty lie sounds fair to me" he grins proudly and the poor girl looks so done by her cousins behaviour. "Wait...pretty boy sounds gay, I am Handsome so lets change that sentence-he worries about something which is not at all important but convinces the girl to be his crime partner not knowing where this will take them. Two dumb souls tied into a mature stage of life because of their own deed by uttering a pretty simple lie.

Nuisance is her middle name Perfection is his When I first saw him I was blown away with his baby blue eyes. The second time I wanted to know more about him. But the third time, I knew he was a trouble in my paradise. I never felt attracted towards someone in this short span of time and that too without knowing a single thing about them. But this Man, right here is making my irrational side active. The problem is I can't have any sort of equation with him even if I want to. He is a forbidden fruit which I want to taste. The urge is so bad I can't tell you. But is it worth it? Is he worth it? Dive into my story to know what will happen. Cause honestly even I don't know what's there for me on the plate.

~𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑸 𝑩𝑺 𝑨𝑰𝑲 𝑩𝑨𝑨𝑹 𝑯𝑰 𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑨 𝑯𝑨𝑨𝑰 ~ || Arranged Marriage Romance || -----°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆---- MUSAAB USMAN SIDDIQUE, He has Everything you can Find in a Perfect man, Wealth, Good looks and Happy Family. He can do Anything to Keep his Family Happy But Is he happy? MAHAM AHMER KHAN, The Absolute Sunshines of Everyone Lives, But Has no hope of light in her Own life. Heart-broken But mend everyone's Hearts but Is she happy with her life? What Happened when Two Broken Souls Meet? Will they heal each other or remain Wounded? ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ~ "She was his Peace in the chaos" ~ ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ T R O P E S • Arranged Marriage • Slow-burn • Grumpy×Sunshine • Love After Marriage • He fell First and HARDER • Strong MMC • Billionaire Romance • Age-Gap • Secrets ● HALAL ROMANCE. To know more, Join me in their Beautiful Journey. Ya

𓇢𓆸 ꜱʜᴀʜᴍᴇᴇʀ ᡣ𐭩 ʟᴀɪʙᴀ "Wo humare wo neighbour hai na, jinke paas wo safed kutta hai, American Eskimo dog.." "American Eskimo," he corrected lazily, a small smile tugging at his lips.

An arranged marriage between two contrasting yet similar people. Will it work? Urwa Shah A nineteen year old girl filled with dreams. A strict father and a selfish mother provided her everything but love. Her life revolved around traditions and belief until she was used as scapegoat to make peace between two clans. An arranged marriage and entering into a enemies den where her every step would be inspected will not be easy she knew that but she knew how to pretend very well. Shahzaib Sikandar A twenty six year old responsible and hotheaded head of his clan. A man who values traditions and his deen fulfils them at any cost or that's what he thinks. A proud son and a leader. What could go wrong? An arrange marriage between him and enemies' daughter. Marriage was never in his plan. What will happen when a nineteen year old would make him feel threatened? His traditions and idea of deen crumbling into pieces. Telling him the difference between culture ,tradition and islam. A chaotic start to their marriage was not something he ever looked forward for but the girl infront of him proved him wrong. In this web of lies and hatred Urwa turned into his obsession, his junoon and for god sake he is never going to let her escape. © All rights reserved

This story is about a man who rejected love before he understood its worth and a woman who learned how to live after losing it. When a royal alliance forces Heer Rathore into a contract marriage with Hriday Agnivanshi-the same man who broke her heart years ago-she enters the relationship with no expectations, no hopes, and no intention of looking back. Polite, graceful, and distant, she gives him everything a wife should except the one thing he never valued when it was offered freely-her love. This is not a story about a broken heart healing. What begins as a marriage of duty slowly becomes something far more complicated. Because while Heer is busy forgetting the man she once adored, Hriday finds himself haunted by the woman who no longer looks at him the same way. A story of quiet heartbreak, unspoken longing, second chances, and a love so slow it takes years to bloom, this is not the tale of a woman falling in love. It is the tale of a man realizing far too late that he already had been loved. Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are sealed with blood.

── .✦ 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲. ──── ୨୧ ──── Makhtūb. A word for everything you cannot force, cannot outrun, and cannot bargain with. It is what has been written for you long before you ever knew its name-the person you were destined to meet, the roads you were destined to walk, the heartbreaks you were destined to survive, and the moments that were always meant to find you. Sometimes makhtūb feels like coincidence. Sometimes it feels like fate. And sometimes, it feels like looking into someone's eyes for the first time and somehow knowing that, no matter how hard you fight it, they were always going to become a part of your story. Because what is makhtūb doesn't need to be chased. It finds you. Even when you are running in the opposite direction. Because it's all written. ──── ୨୧ ──── 𝗧 𝗥 𝗢 𝗣 𝗘 𝗦: •He falls first/ harder •arranged marriage •trauma •old school love •slow burn •memory loss •emotional bonding •suspense.

"𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇." They told me her name would bring influence. That her bloodline would open doors no campaign ever could. That marrying her would tie me to the minister whose word sways cabinets and commands kings. I was twenty-two, hungry and unshaken- A 𝒢𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓏𝒾 by name, born of legacy and cold-blooded business. So I agreed. To the alliance. To the girl. 𝒜𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾. She was fifteen when they marked her as mine. Eighteen when we signed the nikkah. I never saw her-only the tremble of pale fingers, and the quiet grace in her signature beside mine. And then I left. Now, at the brink of becoming the youngest Chief Minister this state has ever seen, they say it's time to complete the picture. Time for her rukhsati. Time to claim the girl I never forgot to remember. She's the granddaughter of a man who could make me king. And somehow, she's also the one thing in this game that feels... undeserved. And now she's waiting. And I don't know if I'm ready. Because what do men like me know of worthiness, when all we've ever known is conquest?