What Was Meant to Be The sequel to the story "What We Never Said" They thought silence would protect them. They thought distance would heal them. But some stories refuse to end unfinished. Zara and Zayden's marriage was born out of a contract and ended in chaos-shattered by betrayals, poisoned by misunderstandings, and destroyed by the words they never spoke. Theirs was a love too fragile to survive... or so it seemed. Now, fate has pulled them back into each other's orbit. A secret neither of them can run from. A bond that refuses to break. And a truth that could either save them-or tear them apart forever. Will they finally confront everything they left unsaid? Or are some wounds destined never to heal? What Was Meant to Be is the heart-wrenching sequel to What We Never Said, a duet about love, loss, and the second chances we never see coming. ✨ Get ready to dive into their story, where heartbreak meets hope, enemies blur into lovers, and nothing is ever as simple as it seems.

𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 is bold, fiery, and fiercely independent. She thrives on challenges, especially against her rival Zayden, and answers to no one but her family. ━━༺✿༻━━ 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐧 is a confident, powerful force who thrives on competition. He clashes with his rival Zara but hides a vulnerable side beneath his tough exterior. ━━༺✿༻━━ Zara Ashford and Zayden Drakon have always been fierce rivals, their fiery clashes sparking tension and competition at every turn. When an arranged marriage binds them together, their animosity takes a new form, igniting a dangerous chemistry neither can ignore. As they navigate their tumultuous relationship, both struggle with their strong egos and stubborn pride. What begins as a battle of wills soon reveals deeper emotions, forcing them to confront their unspoken feelings. Will they surrender to the undeniable attraction, or will their fierce rivalry keep them locked in a cycle of conflict? In a story where passion collides with pride, Zara and Zayden must decide if they can turn their enemies-to-lovers dynamic into something real. ━━༺✿༻━━ ~𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬~ •Enemies with benefits •Red Flag × Red Flag •Contract Marriage •Elder son × Elder daughter •Fashion designer × Actress •Ego×Ego •Dark Romance ━━༺✿༻━━ This is my original work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Please do not copy.

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."

He has a plan. A plan built to tear a man's life apart - vein by vein, breath by breath. From that cursed day, all he's ever wanted was to ruin him beyond recognition. But death? Death is silence. Death is peace. And peace is mercy. He's not here to be merciful. To reach him, he will use his sister - make her the path, the bait, the weapon with no way back. He will step into her life out of nowhere, on a night so black the stars choke on their own light, and twist it until it screams. She will let him - at first. She will let him ruin her. Until she belongs to no one. Until she can't even belong to him. And that's where everything starts to burn. Because somewhere between the threats and the ruin, between the lies and the blood - something far more dangerous takes root. A love that tastes like vengeance. A love that kills as much as it keeps alive. A love that is both a weapon and a wound. Because yes, it's a tale of revenge. Revenge that will scar souls, ruin innocence, destroy lives, and expose secrets that will shatter their existence. She's not weak. She's not fragile. But she will scream. She will cry. She will bleed. He is strong. He is unbreakable. But he will shatter. He will fall. He will break. Because again, it's a tale of revenge. And of a love that will burn them to ash. But one question cuts deeper than all the rest - Revenge, but whose?

The story is set in early 1990s in a rural area. A bond is formed due to the promise of honour and respect. A marriage out of necessity and maybe a little bit of obsession. A girl filled with the hope of love and a guy completely enamored by her. How will their life unfold? ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It is inspired by the serial named "Begusarai". But only inspired, the story is completely mine. As I said before this is based in a rural area so am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

"Come on, give me your bag. I'll carry it." Navika frowned. "Why? It's not even heavy." Yug smirked, slinging it over his shoulder anyway. "Because sometimes, Miss Sharma... Apka stress kam karna he, meri life ka happiest moment ban jata hai." (Because sometimes, Miss Sharma... reducing your stress becomes the happiest moment of my life.) _______________________________________________ 💗💗Update Schedule: Every Monday 💗💗 Best rankings: #1 in Relatable _______________________________________________ This isn't your usual mafia/CEO/forced marriage Wattpad plot. It's a slow burn. It's messy. It's full of drama. And maybe, just maybe, it'll destroy your "delulu" about Mr Perfect or Miss Elegant. Because sometimes... love isn't about perfection. It's about finding magic in the most unexpected places. Getting comfort, in the people you don't wanna even see, or maybe you do, just you don't admit it. _______________________________________________ Navika Sharma: polite until pushed, gentle until challenged, and lethal when she chooses to be. Brain sharp, humor sharper. A computer science girl who doesn't shout - she wins Yug Arora: the quiet guy until something pokes his emotions - then it's blunt honesty, restless loyalty, and panic hidden under bad jokes. A tech-smart, socially-confused boy who acts tough, feels too much, and melts the second Navika steps in. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Navika × Yug ~ NAVYUG: a new era ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She is the symbol of dedication. He is the beat of the dance floor. Her comfort zone is novels. His leisure time is gaming. She can rule with her eyes. He can ruin with his words. ***Tropes *** ⁎Enemies-to-Lovers (one-sided) ⁎Opposites Attract ⁎He Fell First. She fell harder ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Same college. Same branch. Zero idea how love sneaks in. But when it did, it hit like bliss- UNTIL DESTINY HAD OTHER PLANS. Will destiny separate them? Or love will find its NAVYUG?

He traced the cold muzzle from my forehead, slowly dragging it down the bridge of my nose, past my lips, and resting it squarely against my chest, right over my hammering heart. "Tell me, Detective Shaiba," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "You had me in your sights. You had the power to end this entire 'Architect' mystery tonight. Why didn't you fire?" "I..." My voice failed me. I was shivering, not from the cold, but from the terrifying proximity of his heat. "I don't know." "You don't know," he echoed, a dark, dangerous hum in his throat. He leaned forward, his voice dropping into a low, predatory growl. "You have no idea what kind of thoughts are running through my mind right now, seeing you standing here at my mercy." My breath hitched. "W-what thoughts?" "Like how much I want to fuck you right here. Bare, exposed, and completely at my mercy," he said, the words blunt and shocking. He pinned me against the the car, the weight of his body crushing the air from my lungs. _________________________________________ "Sometimes life takes sudden turns, doesn't it?" Destiny has a cruel way of forcing us to face the very things we've spent years avoiding. For Naina, life was supposed to be about goals and a fresh start. But you can't outrun a shadow that has been following you for five years. The boy who once ruled the school now rules the city's underworld. He has returned as a ghost of ruin, and he's not here to negotiate. He's here to claim the only thing he never truly let go of. This is a journey of obsession, deception, and hidden truths: The Past: A game of hearts where the hunter became the prey. The Present: A detective hunting for the truth, only to realize she's been the target all along. Will Naina solve the mystery of her lost love, or will she be swallowed by the dark intensity of the man she once knew? In a game of separation and reunion, will destiny grant them a happy ending, or are they destined to remain a tragic memory?

This story contain mature themes [18+] People say Anantgadh is a cursed kingdom. A place where white marble palaces hide dangerous secrets... and Devraath brides lose themselves behind royal veils. Saranya entered Anantgadh as a guest. She stayed as the wife of Rajveer Singh Devraath. The future king. The most feared man in the kingdom. Cold. Possessive. Untouchable. A man who never asks twice. Inside Devraath Mahal, Saranya slowly learns the rules of being his wife. wear his sindoor, carry his name, obey his commands, and never forget who she belongs to. Because Rajveer does not love softly. He loves with ownership. And the moment he touched sindoor to her forehead... Saranya stopped belonging to herself. In Anantgadh, power wears a crown. But obsession wears the name... Rajveer Singh Devraath.

He looked at her like she didn't belong in his world. Maybe she didn't. Emma was just trying to survive her first corporate job when she crossed paths with a dangerously attractive billionaire CEO known for his sharp tongue, colder stare, and terrifying authority. Their first meeting ended in insults. Their second began with him becoming her boss. Now trapped between office politics, heated arguments, and undeniable tension, Emma realizes one terrifying thing- The more she hates him, the harder he becomes to ignore.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller