"I am sorry... for denying the honeymoon suddenly. And thank you... for defending me downstairs." I inhaled deeply. Stood up. Faced him. There was confidence in my posture-not arrogance, not bitterness. Just certainty. His aura still intimidated me, of course. Par uss aura ka laur-rehne deti hu. I spoke calmly. "Rakshas-" I corrected myself immediately, "-mera matlab, Ranawat Sahab... yo maine tere khatar na kiya. Apne khatar kiya se." {-I mean, Mr. Ranawat... I didn't do this for you. I did it for myself.} He folded his arms, studying me carefully. "Woh kyukar, vakeel sahiba?" he asked. {How? Advocate madam.} I met his gaze without flinching. "Ji? Ib main kise paraye mard gail honeymoon pe thodi na ja saku hun."

"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.

# 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 ·········⋆༺𓆩❀𓆪༻⋆········· • 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 Three Mafia sisters. Three broken men. And dangerous obsession. Raised in blood and fire, Ira, Isha, and Aisha rule the underworld with ruthless hearts and buried pain. But when they cross paths with Ishaan, Rivan, and Devansh - three best friends bound by secrets, scars, and survival - everything begins to unravel. A quiet waiter, a guarded math teacher, and a man who sells his body to forget his past - none of them were ready for the storm these women would bring. And the sisters? They didn't expect to fall - not in love, but into something darker. Deeper. More dangerous. What began as control turned into chaos. What began as obsession became a war of hearts. Some cages break you. Others make you feel alive for the first time.

#1Sadstory #2indianarmy #1armyromance #1armedforces He didn't fall for her - he collided. Every glance, every word-shrapnel lodged too deep. She was supposed to be the calm in the storm. Instead, she became the chaos he couldn't control, the silence he couldn't escape. Distance, danger, secrets... nothing spared them . This is story of love , duty , distance, pain , betryal, war , wrath and guilt. Meanwhile, another fire burned quietly-playful, untamable, impossible to resist. Some connections ignite fast. Some smolder slowly. In the chaos of hearts and choices... scars may be the only things that remain. 💥 Will love survive when everything else is falling apart?

(VERY SLOW- KACHUA STYLE UPDATES, CUZ I'M EDITING)

"𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐮𝐞𝐭 #𝟐" They're living happily. Though, they don't see each other every day nor do they have long conversations every night like normal couples. Because he's busy protecting the nation she's busy taking care of her patients She spends her days waiting for him, standing at the door while he spends his days on the battlefield, talking to his wife's picture tucked in his wallet. People say love fades with distance but not for them. Their longing for each other only grows stronger with each passing day-passionate, undeniable. Everything was going well in their life until the shadows of the past returned "Did you think you could escape me? Did you think your husband could save you from me?" When Kashish saw those words written with blood on the mirror, her deep buried terror returned. She realized that her past had never died. He'd just been waiting for the right moment to show up. He was still chasing her. And now, he wanted revenge not just from her but from Ranvijay too. Kashish is just a medium, Ranvijay is the real target. Because he doesn't know how Ranvijay looks like. He only knows the name. They knew there is only one way to defeat Ranvijay Karmarkar by hurting his wife If they get her, Ranvijay will automatically crawl to them on his knees to protect his wife. But they've no idea what kind of beast they're dealing with. Ranvijay could burn the entire world to find her. No one would escape his wrath especially not those who dared to hurt his Jaan. But Ranvijay has little time to save her, and there are many forces outside trying to rip them apart. Every passing second is a step closer to losing her. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓?

❤️ Completed ❤️ She brings two coffee mugs in her hands and sees that he is busy with his work, she does not want to disturb him in any way, so she immediately goes to the balcony by places the coffee mug in front of him. But a very beautiful and shy smile always appears on her face whenever he is in front of her. She is pressing her lips under her teeth to control her rapid heartbeat. Takes his eyes off his laptop, watches her walk towards the balcony, and immediately holds his coffee mug and enjoys its fragrance for a while, with a smile, and sips it a little bit. He always loves her presence around him and deliberately shows that he is not noticing her. A wide smile starts crafting on his lips after remembering her shy smile which always enhances her beauty when she sees him. ****************************** He is driving too fast and with a strong jerk, he stops his car on a deserted road because he knows she is very disturbed today. She looked outside and cried silently. Then he forcibly makes the girl sitting next to him sit on his lap but as soon as she is sitting on his lap she starts hitting on his chest with her soft and small palms. She is very angry with him and wants to show her anger just like this. He also knows that he has made a mistake and is ready for this punishment. But he immediately grabs her nape and crushes his lips with her soft petals. She feels shocked but starts moving her lips with him while having a lot of tears in her eyes. ********************************* A journey from fighting to sweet banters. In short, it's just arranged marriage that turns into a very sweet journey.

The One she loved left her a day before her marriage The ones she cared humiliated her,despised her and blamed her for everything but what will happen when she will be forced to marry a mere stranger Aditi Sharma a 24 year old aspiring CA an ambivert who loves her family Daksh Agnihotri a 30 year old businessman, introvert doesn't like to express his emotions, lives with his only grandma [Dakhs: you wanted to see me married right? Grandma: yes beta I'm dying to see ur bride who will bring joy to our empty lives Who will fill this quite mension with the sounds of her anklets (Tears gathered in her eyes) Daksh:Then I'm getting married Her eyes widened Grandma: what when did you meet he-, What's her name , what's her age, how does she looks Daksh: I Don't know Grandma: WHAT THE- U're getting married to her and you don't even know her name??????]

how will you feel when your marriage is getting arrange with someone ,you once had crush ......This is story about Mihir and Ishani......... working persons .....one who had focused careers ....as indian not have dreamt of dating..... from crush to marriage journey....... **************************************** ISHANI and Mihir was that person for me. i was always in control person . shyness ,blushing and all sunshine type of things were never me. and this man over here knows to make my feet turns jelly. ************************************* MIHIR and now there is no going back. i love her for what she is ,i am going to cherish her till eternity . her dreams are my dreams , her worries are my worries , her tension is my tension, her enemies are my enemies , her friends are my friends. all of her is all of mine. *************************************** join the story of mihir and ishani .there marriage and army duty. gonna lot of progress as new writer in wattpad ......but had wrote in real life lot from stories to play,and many more

In a city where dreams glimmer like the lights that never sleep, two souls moved through life unaware of the invisible thread tying them together. Abhira Malhotra's world was a canvas of laughter, late-night playlists, and courtrooms imagined in her dreams. Draped in silks and sunshine, she carried joy in her stride and rebellion in her smile. A daughter, a sister, a singer hiding behind the name 'Aashi'-she was everything the world expected and yet something more, something secret. Miles away, in the quiet corners of discipline and duty, Arjun Rathore's life beat to a different rhythm. Scarred by a tragedy that stole his childhood, he built his world around promises-promises to protect, to serve, to never let history repeat. With a soldier's resolve and a brother's love, he moved forward, not knowing fate was already scripting a detour. Between them stood a world of contrasts-wealth and wounds, music and metal, laughter and longing. And yet, the universe, with its wicked sense of humor and silent grace, had already spun its web. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳.