Riddhi Doshi - 18 years old, first year bcom student of Singhania College. She is Introvert, shy, smart, hardworking sincere just want to study and achieve something in her life. Does not like attention, want to complete her college without being noticed. Rishabh Singhania - 21 years old, third year bcom student of Singhania college, his father is trustee of the college. He is rich, spoiled, extrovert, handsome, extremely smart, not serious with the life and does not want to do anything. Wherever he goes the spotlight follows. Life will take an unexpected turn, when college's most wanted boy starts taking interest in college's invisible girl. Unknowingly, Rishabh's love suffocated Riddhi which resulted in heartbreak. Will this heartbreak separate them ? Or it will be the start of something new. Dive into the story to know how Riddhi falls for Rishabh who has completely changed himself from Red flag to Greenest forest ever. A Love.. that got it happy ending after 9 years. Tropes : Richboy x middleclassgirl Popularboy x Invisiblegirl Senior x Junior Boss x employee He falls first and harder Rishabh x Riddhi Rankings #1 in office romance on 31/03/26 #1 in college stories on 05/04/26 #1 in Indian Love Stories on 14/04/26 #1 in boss and employee on 16/04/26 #1 in Second Chance on 22/04/26 #1 in Heartbreak on 29/04/26

Book 1 in Political Series A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanavi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. Not your typical politician and mafia leader along with being a C.E.O *huff* too many roles in one packet. A full time Politician who had politics running in his blood at a different level of pace. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚 :- A leading politician from Haryana (India) whose whole life revolves around only three points.....Politics...Power...and Brotherhood. But what if someone special enters in it and make our Mr. MLA forget all these. Not your typical shy, pretty, rich or all rounder Female of a story. 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒐 :- A real middle class girl and a student who knows there is nothing called Prince Charming in this sh!tty world and believes to have a bad fate like her mother and aunts in her family when it comes to marriage. But what if someone makes her realise that yes there are men like those stories, not that 100% perfect but still enough fictional to make you fall in love with? Student × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language.

(Book 1 of the Mafia standalone series) "Do you need anything?" I ask, turning to Jeremy even though my voice trembles. Jeremy throws his head back against the cushions and smiles. "Keep speaking," he says, eyes half-lidded but glowing. I blink. "What do you want me to say?" "I'm so happy I was shot" he murmurs, grinning up at the ceiling like a lunatic. My mouth drops open. "If I'd known hearing that gorgeous voice would require a few bullets" he adds, "I would've taken them sooner. Happily." Heat crawls up my neck. "Keep talking, or I'll pass out" he threatens lightly, waving a limp hand in my direction. I roll my eyes, but I can't help smiling. "Jeremy Romano, don't pass out on me." His eyes fly open as if someone electrocuted him. "Say that again" he says, suddenly wide awake. "Don't pass out on me?" I repeat cautiously. "No" he breathes. "The two words before that." I frown. "Jeremy Romano?" His reaction is immediate, his smile brightens until it practically lights the whole room. "Say it again" he whispers. "Jeremy Romano." He lets out a dreamy groan. "I'll die a happy man." I slap his arm. Harder than I should've. He winces and I instantly panic. "I'm so sorry!" "Kiss it. I'll feel better," he says, smirking.

(Can be read as a standalone.) With my past erased, all I have left are fragments-fleeting flashes of memory that never give me the full picture. One goal drives me: uncover how my family was slaughtered. Find the murderer. Find the one who tried to kill me and failed. Viella Clavin is the thread that ties me back to the truth. She knows something, even if she doesn't realize it yet. And until I recover what was stolen from me, she stays mine, whether as my unwilling ally...or my captive.

In 1800s Awadh, marriages were for honor - not love. Avantika became the wife of Virendra Thakur, a powerful zamindar, widower, and father of two, knowing her place was bound by duty. On their wedding night, he told her she would have the respect of his household... but nothing of his heart. Yet respect cannot quiet longing. In the candlelit halls of the haveli, every stolen glance, every brush of his hand, and every night spent under the same roof only deepened the ache between them. And in the stillness of those nights, where power and pride ruled the day, they fought a private war - of desire, restraint, and unspoken truths. **** Will Avantika melt the walls around his heart... or will she be consumed by her own yearning? When respect, pride, and forbidden passion collide - what will win? Most important... will she survive being The Thakurain?

They were best friends. She loved him in silence. He loved someone else... Until he realized, he was always hers. Shehnaaz Kaur has been Sidharth's best friend since college-the one who knows his moods, his favorite chai spot, and the stories behind all his scars. But there's one thing she's never told him: that her heart has belonged to him for as long as she can remember. Sidharth Malhotra is charming, ambitious, and completely blind to the love standing quietly beside him. When he falls for someone else-Aarushi, the beautiful and confident girl from work-Shehnaaz hides her heartbreak behind a smile. She listens to his love stories, helps him pick gifts, and swallows her pain daily. But love has its own strange way of being seen. When Shehnaaz begins to drift away, Sidharth is left with an emptiness he can't explain. And when Aarushi walks away-telling him he was never truly hers-he finally begins to understand who really owns his heart. A story of unsaid love, slow realization, and the one person who was home all along. Because sometimes, the love you're searching for... is the one who's always been there.

#1- hate love #2- mumbai #3-forced "Samridhi," Naina said my name with excitement. " What happened, why are you shouting, "I asked her. "My marriage got fixed " she again shouted. "Damn my ears" I groaned. " Ooh my god with whom, "I asked excitingly. " Abhimanyu Singhania" " No this can't happen" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " call the bride " Priest said. "Call naina where is she, " Chacha Ji asked. "There she is, " Chachi Ji said. " now groom will take the hand of the bride" Priest said. As Abhimanyu takes my hand in his he comes closer and whispers in my ears "welcome to my world Samridhi". Started 21-4-2021 Completed 9-6-2021 The pictures are used are from Pinterest belongs to their rightful owner.

They tied her soul to his name under the weight of family honour - a silent girl with trembling hands, forced to be his wife. He was power, arrogance, and cold hatred - Sidharth Ayaan Khan, who believed marriage was a cage she deserved. But when shadows fall and the doors close, desire becomes their cruel witness. Between cold stares and stolen touches, hatred turns into an obsession so dark that even love has no escape. This is not just a marriage - it's a battlefield of possessiveness, jealousy, and raw hunger. In this Nikaah, only one rule survives - once you are his, you can never belong to yourself again

He's the heir to an empire. She's the quiet girl no one expected him to choose. Devank Mehra doesn't talk more than he needs to. Vani doesn't talk at all unless she has to. When an old family promise ties them together in an arranged marriage neither of them asked for, silence becomes their common language. But he watches everything. And she notices too much. In a world of expectations, power, and controlled emotions - something soft begins to unfold. This isn't love at first sight. It's a story of stolen glances, unspoken tension, and the slow unraveling of two people who were never meant to fall... but do anyway. 💍 An age-gap, slow-burn arranged marriage romance. 🥀 Where silence is not the absence of love... but the beginning of it. #romance #romanticfiction #lovestory #indianromance #fiction #love #romancewriter #arrangedmarriage #slowburn #agegapromance #dominantmalelead #shyfemalelead #silentlove #tension #emotionalromance #softgirl #slowburnromance #wattpad #wattpadindia #wattpadwriter #indianwriter #writersofwattpad #wattpadstory #wattpadromance #newonwattpad #readonwattpad