His voice was hoarse as he whispered against my ear, "Shh, love. Stop being so irresistible. I want to give you something." He pulled his fingers out of my pants, leaving me empty and frustrated. My eyes snapped to his instantly, a soft whimper escaping my lips. He took out a small, velvet box from his pocket, holding it out to me silently. Curiosity piqued, I opened it to reveal a pair of delicate gold anklets, tiny diamonds and rubies scattered along the chain. I looked up at him questioningly, but he just smiled softly, taking my left foot gently in his hand. He wrapped one anklet around my left ankle, securing it with a gentle click. Then he picked up my right foot, his touch reverent. "Fuck, love," he murmured, "You look even more beautiful with these." He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my left ankle, right above the anklet. I gasped, he smiled against my skin before kissing my right ankle as well. "Perfect." he whispered. ⚬──────────✧──────────⚬ Aarohi Arora, a soft-spoken, seemingly fragile girl with quiet strength buried deep within her. She carries the unhealed wounds of her mother's death and the weight of her own father's resentment, learning early that love often comes with conditions. Dhruv Malhotra, a man forged in power and darkness. Cold-hearted, arrogant, and ruthlessly feared, he rules both boardrooms and blood-soaked shadows without mercy. Haunted by the brutal loss of his sister, guilt has hardened him into someone who destroys before he can feel. A wedding with no answers. A bond neither of them chose. Thrown into a mansion ruled by control and shadows, she becomes the wife he refuses to accept and the truth he can't ignore. In his eyes, she's a lie. In hers, he's a storm she never learned how to survive. AAROHI x DHRUV Book one in the burnt crown series (CAN BE READ STANDALONE)

"You told them you love me ,huh?" He asks with a raised eyebrows, jaw hardened and eyes narrowed at the shy girl he has hated all his life. She was afraid of his tone,he didn't looked happy with her confession. Was her love going to be unrequited one? "I fuck*** asked you something Ezra! Answer me!" His tone made her gulp,his grip on her arm made her flinch in fear. "Yes" She finally answered looking into his emotionless eyes. Smirking he laughed at her confession,not believing her. "Ezra,do you even know what love is,Oh I almost forgot you are an Orphan,how would you know?" His words were sharp as knife, piercing her healed wounds. She fisted her hands, trying to control her tears. He sighed in frustration running his hand through his hair. "Now mom will not stop till she has made you her daughter in law! Fu**! Why you!" He said ,pacing the room . Oblivion to the tears ,she tried her best to hide. He didn't love her. He never did, she was a fool to even think that he for once did. Hate is all he had for her and those who said hate is the beginning of love,were fools mocking her right now. Gathering the little pride left in her she answers back in a quivering voice. "Yes,I love you. But I don't want anything from you." She says and he stares.Confused at her weird confession. Who says that ? "Nothing you say? Are you playing some brain games girl?" She lowers her eyes and leaves but not before whispering the words that made him feel something after a very long time. "Love is not something to learn ,but to feel Aaron. And I know what I feel. You may name it infatuation and lust,but I proudly call it my selfless love" ....................................................................

Married to a man who never wanted her, Kavya learns to live in silence. Siddharth Agnihotri, a cold and powerful CEO, made it clear-this marriage is nothing but a contract. But when she carries his child, everything changes... or does it? Neglected, unseen, and slowly breaking, Kavya begins to lose herself-until the day she stops trying. And that's the day Siddharth finally starts to notice. This is my first time writing something 🥲 Story is mine. Images are all AI. Hope you enjoy reading! Do not hate...I'm sensitive af.

A few hours before the wedding, the bride ran away. Panic spread through the house and reputation was at stake. Guests had already arrived. The wedding could not be stopped. So they found a replacement. Her. The girl who had spent her entire life in their home, yet never truly belonged there. Against her wishes, her parents forced her to sit beneath her sister's veil and take her place at the mandap. Hidden behind the veil, she prayed the marriage would end before anyone discovered the truth. But fate was never on her side. The moment the veil was lifted, silence fell. Shock turned into outrage. Whispers turned into accusations. And she was left to bear the consequences of a decision she had never made. Worst of all, the man she was now bound to looked at her with something far more painful than anger. Hatred. A hatred she couldn't understand. Yet despite everything, she held on to a fragile hope. A hope that perhaps, with time, things would get better. On their wedding night, she waited for him. And waited. But somewhere between hope and exhaustion, she fell asleep. What she didn't know was that her husband had already left the country that very night without a single word. Without an explanation. Without looking back. Six months later, he returns. The husband who abandoned her. The man who never wanted her. And the hatred in his eyes remains unchanged. A marriage forced upon two unwilling hearts. And a bond neither of them can escape. But fate had chosen already.

At eleven Saanvi Malhotra fell for her brother's best friend What started as a childish crush slowly turned into something deeper something she never let go of Years later she meets him again Akshat Agnihotri Only this time he isn't just a memory he's her professor Cold Distant Untouchable But Saanvi doesn't stop She chases him Leaves him notes Gifts Feelings he never asked for To her it was love To him it was nothing Until one day she confesses in front of everyone And he rejects her Harshly I never loved you That day breaks something inside her Now she's no longer the girl who chased him And when their paths cross again things aren't the same anymore She once ran after him Now he might be the one chasing her But some wounds don't heal no matter how late the apology comes Tropes:- Childhood Crush Brother's Best Friend Professor × Student Age Gap Romance Obsessive Love One-Sided Love Public Confession Harsh Rejection Heartbreak & Regret Cold Male Lead Strong Female Lead Slow Burn Painful Reunion

🥇 #1 in Wattpad 🥇 #1 in WattpadIndia 🥇 #1 in WattpadRomance 🥇 #1 in WattpadFiction 🥇#1 in WattpadFanFiction 🥇 #1 in FirstStory 🥇#1 in Firstloves 🥇#1 in Wedding 🥇 And so many more rankings that still feel unreal to me! (13.06.2026) On the day of his wedding, Dhruv Malhotra was left at the altar. Humiliated. Betrayed. Enraged. And somehow, Riya ended up paying the price. Now trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, Riya becomes the target of a man who looks at her like she ruined his life. Dhruv hates her. Riya fears him. But behind closed doors, hatred slowly begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Because in a marriage built on revenge... someone is bound to fall first.

She carried the marriage alone-until silence shattered everything." She gave everything-her heart, her voice, her dreams. He gave nothing but his absence. When Isha Agnihootri stepped into marriage with Rudra Singh Rathore , she didn't dream of love-but she didn't expect to be invisible either. While Rudra buries himself in work, believing financial security is enough, Isha stands alone, holding together a family that never truly accepted her, and a marriage that never truly began. While Rudra chased money in the name of duty, Isha carried the weight of a family that never accepted her, protected the home he abandoned, and fought battles he never saw. She poured love into empty rooms, into cold silences, into the void he left behind. She lost her laughter. She lost her dreams. She even lost her ties to the family she once called her own. But now, she's done losing. How long can one person love when no one loves them back? When a fierce confrontation threatens to break the fragile shell of their marriage, the word divorce is spoken-and with it, years of buried emotions come flooding to the surface. For the first time, Rudra is forced to face the woman he never truly knew. When duty becomes distance, and silence becomes betrayal-how long can love survive? Will shattered vows finally be broken for good, or can love be born from the ashes of pain? Will the families step up to heal what they helped destroy-or prove once and for all that love is just a myth? Will Rudra wake up to the wife he never truly saw? Will Isha learn to love again-or walk away from love for good?

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and selflessly. However, she was unaware that her kindness had drawn the wrong kind of attention until Shariq Raichand kidnaps her, shattering her world. Lost in despair, Shivanya nearly gives up hope-until her boss, Vihaan Rajput, steps in as her unexpected savior, pulling her from the clutches of a traumatic future. But when Vihaan returns her to her family, she discovers a chaotic mess waiting for her at home. In a surprising move, Vihaan offers to marry her to protect her honor. But will this marriage be born out of pity, or could it blossom into something more - something real? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

Story 2 of THE WIFE SERIES This book will have some mature seense in future marriage never meant to happen. A husband who refuses to accept it. When a wedding collapses at the mandap, Ishita Khanna is forced to replace her runaway sister and marry Aarav Malhotra-a strict university professor bound by family pride and political pressure. For Aarav, the marriage is a secret, a burden he wants erased from his life. For Ishita, it becomes a silent prison. Living under one roof yet worlds apart, Ishita must hide her identity while Aarav ensures no one ever knows she is his wife. In classrooms, he is her professor. At home, a stranger she is bound to. In a world ruled by control, silence, and unspoken rules, what happens when a forced marriage begins to crack the walls of power, ego, and denial? Because some relationships aren't born out of love- they are survived.

He stares at me. For ten seconds. Twenty. Then he moves. Not back. Forward. His hand comes up. Cups my jaw. Thumb on my cheek. Same as in the hospital. Except he's awake now. Stone sober. No blood. No morphine. "Last chance," he says. "Tell me to stop." I don't. His mouth finds mine. Not an accident. Not gravity. Not a rug. A choice. His lips are warm. Soft. Sure. Nothing like the clumsy press on the floor. This is real. This is him. And I kiss him back. Because I'm done losing. His mouth is on mine. Warm. Real. Intentional. His thumb brushes my cheek. His other hand finds my waist, pulling me in like he can't help it. Like he's been holding back for days and it finally snapped. I kiss him back. Because I'm stupid. Because I want. Because for three seconds, I let myself believe the _guard, not keep_ line was bullshit. Then he tear himself away. Not slow. Not gentle. Rips back like I burned him. Like I'm poisonous. "No." His voice is wrecked. Not like before. Worse. "No, fuck. Jay-" He stumbles back. Hits the counter again. Grips the edge until his knuckles go white. "What?" I'm breathing hard. My lips feel swollen. "Keifer, what --" "That was a mistake." _____________________________________&_____ Warning ⚠️ Mature scenes will be in this book. And it's a dark love, Not a beautiful love 💕. ______________________________ ---