REYANSH SHEKHAWAT, a 27-year-old handsome man. He is attractive and rich but also rude and arrogant with serious anger issues. He is someone who gets everything he craves for. He was madly in love with Ritika but was betrayed. From that day, he no longer believed in love, yet he was forced to marry a girl whom he barely knew. He had never thought of being her but destiny had other plans. Will he accept her? ARYA MALHOTRA, a 25-year-old beautiful girl with an introverted personality, an overthinker mind, zero confidence and serious trust issues. Small things make her happy but a small change in someone's behaviour hurts her to the core. She never received support from her parents, which she had always dreamt of. Her life took a 180° turn when she was forced to marry a guy whom she barely knew. Will her life change for the better after he comes into her life? ✦Words count=76410 ✦Started=20 March 2024 ✦Ended=15 Feb 2025

FOR A GIRL WHOSE TRUE WORLD BLOOMED WITH IN THE VIBRANT LANDSCAPE OF HER IMAGINATION, DESTINY HAD A STARKLY DIFFERENT PATH LAID OUT: AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE (Suryansh×Saloni) Saloni Malhotra finds solace in two things: the pages of her dark romance novels and her dream of a career. But in a home where her worth is measured by her skin tone and her obedience, her dreams are a luxury she can't afford. When her family forces her into an arranged marriage, she expects a life of quiet misery. Suryansh Ranvijay Randhawa is a billionaire tycoon known for his ruthless heart of ice. His only soft spot is his four-year-old daughter, Samaira. When his mother gives him an ultimatum-find a wife or one will be chosen for him-he makes a cold, calculated decision. He will marry, but it will be a business transaction. Nothing more. Their worlds collide in a marriage neither wanted. He offered a contract. But love had other plans. Can a gentle bookworm melt the heart of a man who believes love is a weakness? Can a man haunted by his past learn to trust the woman his mother chose? And when a secret from Suryansh's past threatens to destroy everything, will their marriage of convenience shatter-or become the one thing that saves them both? This is a story of clashing worlds, unexpected love, and the healing power of a little girl's smile. "She had always been...sensitive. A gentle word could bring tears to her eyes; a sudden loud noise could make her jump. And this - this tender exploration of the space between them - was a symphony played on those very strings of sensitivity. The butterfly in her stomach took flight, its delicate wings brushing against her insides, a dizzying, exhilarating sensation. He touched her bare waist and roaming his hand towards her blouse strings and started playing with them and the next sentence made her heart skip "BREATH MI CARIÑO"

Ruhika Mehta (26) does not believe in fairy tales but love.She values stability and finds purpose in building a life she can stand on her own. Shivansh Kapoor (30) believes in earning respect rather than demanding it. His world runs on balance sheets, compliance reports, and quiet leadership - but beneath that composed exterior is a man who feels deeply and loves deliberately. They agree to an arranged marriage, the story does not begin with love but with choice utterly unprepared for what what happen when love knocks the doors of their hearts 💌

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐢, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨-𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦-𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭? 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.🖤🥀

he was forced into an arranged marriage by his family. 8 months into the marriage, there was not a single word spoken between husband and wife. no love. no fight. just pure silence. but what happens when silence slowly starts feelings...different? Small note: hey, i'm writing about my own arranged marriage from a some year back. i don't really know how to write it in a in a polished way, so i'm just writing it exactly the way i remember it.... casual, a bit messy like a personal diary. since i'm from nepal, there might be a few minor mistakes in some hindi phrases or in my english as well.