(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.

Featured in Serialised Spotlight Reading list of @AmbassadorsIN✨ Saanjh Mishra, a 27-year-old teacher, loved her simple, purposeful life. Her days were spent surrounded by young minds, and she found satisfaction in helping shape their small worlds. Marriage felt distant, almost unnecessary, yet when her parents arranged a meeting with a young doctor, she couldn't refuse. Ashrut Sharma, a 28-year-old pediatrician, was equally committed to his own quiet routines. Balancing his days between his studies and caring for children at the hospital, he found comfort in his solitude. Romance had never been a priority, but when his mother gently urged him to meet Saanjh, he agreed, if only to make her happy. Their first meeting was meant to be brief, an exchange of polite pleasantries over tea. But something in their shared silences and steady glances sparked a connection neither had expected. Saanjh saw a steadiness in Ashrut that felt reassuring, while Ashrut found her laughter warm, a contrast to his own reserved nature. Bound in marriage by their families' wishes, Saanjh and Ashrut began their life together as strangers, each careful in the other's presence. Yet gradually, small gestures began to bridge the space between them-a shared cup of tea in the early morning, the gentle way he'd listen to her talk about her students, or the warmth of her smile as she handed him his stethoscope before he left for work. In these moments, an unspoken affection grew, something as natural as it was unexpected. And with each quiet glance, each shared meal, they realized that love, perhaps, was not as distant as they had thought. In each other, they found not just a partner but a companion who brought a quiet joy to the everyday.

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

Veer Rajvansh x Dhriti Sharma Veer Rajvansh, a 29-year-old businessman known for his cold demeanor and intimidating presence, has a reputation as a womanizer. Despite his handsome looks and charming smile reserved for select individuals, he remains uninterested in relationships. At his best friend's wedding, he encounters Dhriti, a 24-year-old woman with a kind and beautiful nature who is the mother of a two-year-old daughter. Dhriti is visibly shocked to see Veer, feeling a strong aversion towards him. She is deeply troubled by his presence, fearing that he might uncover or disrupt something she's desperately trying to hide. The story unfolds as Veer becomes intrigued by Dhriti's aloofness and begins to unravel the secrets she's concealing, leading to a tense and revealing encounter. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 • 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 • 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐱 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 • 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 • a𝐠𝐞 g𝐚𝐩 • 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 • 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 • 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐄𝐎 ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆·˚ ༘ *

She's a doctor. He's a Minister. The world calls him powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. But eight years ago... he was just a boy who kissed her. One night. One secret. One goodbye. Now destiny drags them back together. What happens when love, power, and obsession collide? Will she choose pride... or surrender to the man who never forgot her?