What happens when a college boy accidentally gets married... and has no place to keep his wife except his BOYS HOSTEL ROOM? Secret marriage ✔ Boys hostel ✔ Crazy friends ✔ Endless comedy ✔ Unexpected romance ✔ Rules break honge. Secrets chhupenge. Love grow karega,slowly, secretly. This is not just a love story, it's a rollercoaster of laughter, friendship, chaos & emotions 💕 Read to know how long a wife can stay hidden in a boys hostel and what happens when love starts getting real.

heyyy!! This is my first ever book😭👉👈 Please read, support, vote, and share this with your friends. 💌🙏 He left right after tying the knot. No goodbye. No reason. No explanation. Meher, a shy and soft-hearted girl, was forced into a marriage she never wanted - with Veer Singhania, a cold billionaire who made it clear she meant nothing to him. Seven months later... he's back. But the girl he left behind is no longer the same. She's no longer waiting. No longer crying. No longer his. And the silence he once gave her? She's finally giving it back. Now she avoids him like he's a stranger... and it's starting to get under his skin.

He waited for her. She left carrying a truth that could change everything. Two years ago, Nisha Sharma broke Arjun Malhotra's heart . What once felt like forever ended with misunderstandings, ego and words neither of them could take back. Now fate throws them together again. When Nisha unknowingly accepts an interior design project for the Malhotra Hotel Empire, she comes face to face with the man she never stopped loving - the same man who is now her boss. But Arjun doesn't know one thing. The little girl hiding behind Nisha... with his eyes, his habits, and his smile... is his daughter. As jealousy, unresolved feelings, family pressure, and painful memories pull them closer again, Arjun begins to realize that some love stories never truly end. And some goodbyes were never meant to be final. ✨ Second chance romance ✨ Hidden child trope ✨ Rich joint family drama ✨ Emotional healing ✨ Jealous cold male lead ✨ Office romance tension ✨ Happy ending

"Some love stories don't begin with confessions. Some begin with silence, missed chances, and two people pretending they never cared." ------------ She was supposed to marry someone else... but destiny made her his wife instead. 🤍 A soft-hearted girl. A dangerously calm man. And a marriage neither of them expected. Avantika Rathore & Avyukt Vardan #SlowBurn #ArrangedMarriage #WattpadRomance

𝗥𝗨𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗔 𝗫 𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗘𝗥 ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ She was simplicity. He was power. And their love... unstoppable. When Aryaveer Singh Rathore, a royal mafia king feared by all, met Ruhanika joshi, a simple, strong-willed girl, he didn't know he was falling for the one woman who would change his world What began with stolen glances turned into deep love-and soon, a grand love marriage that shocked both families and enemies alike. But love isn't always easy. Between Ruhanika's emotional strength and Aryaveer's dangerous world, their journey is full of passion, pain, tradition, and transformation. From royal halls to mafia wars, from playful nok-jhok to sacred vows, HUKUM'S JAAN is the story of a love so fierce, even fate bows to it. ✨ A man who ruled the world, but surrendered to one woman-his Queen, his Jaan. "This heart only beats for you, Ruhanika... forever." - Aryaveer (Hukum) #Royal series' 3 #royalfamily #royalromance #familydrama #desiromance #lovestorie PUBLISHED DATE : 2 JUN 2025

#2 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Can be read as a standalone book. ~𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 (26) He is a man who has never experienced love and considers it nothing more than a waste of time-a folly reserved for fools. A king who is about to experience love for the first time, and it strikes him instantly. But will he be able to protect his daffodil from his rivals, and even from himself? "Daffodil, I may be a monster or a beast in the eyes of others, but I could never even dream of hurting you. My heart aches when I see fear in your eyes because of me." ✿✿✯✯ ~𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 (23) She is a woman who has never understood what love truly means or how it feels. An orphaned girl, unfamiliar with the meaning or feeling of love, finds herself bound in a marriage of convenience to protect the royal family's public image. But will she be able to endure these unforeseen changes in her life while keeping her delicate nature safe from his anger? "How can I take a step towards you, Jeet, whenever I try, you do something that makes me reconsider my decision?" 𝒀𝒆𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚. *TROPES* ~Romantic-Tragedy ~Thriller ~Marriage of Convenience ~DARK TRAUMATIC PLOT ~Royal Romance ~Grumpy x Sunshine ~No Smut

✦•┈๑⋅⋯⭑⋯⋅๑┈•✦ "Wake up please," Ishani whispered, her voice barely holding together "Without you I can't breathe. It's difficult I can't..." her fingers tightened around his hand while her forehead lowering close to it. "Na- nahi ho rha mujh...." ♥︎ A marriage of silence slowly turning into a story of love. What began as an arranged marriage slowly turned into a love neither of them saw coming. A love built not on grand confessions, but on silent understanding, unwavering loyalty, and countless unspoken sacrifices. They learned to read each other's eyes, understand each other's silences, and hear the words left unsaid. Two strangers became each other's home. But love alone cannot erase the shadows of the past. [TROPES] Touch-Her-And-Die Sunshine x Grumpy Silent Understanding Arrange marriage Age gap Only Weak for Her She fells first Slowburn romance ִֶָ☾. The whole story is Author's pov.

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

What began as revenge, meant to destroy both of them, turned into something destiny refused to let die. "Did you ever feel your heart beat when I was around?" she asked, her voice trembling, tears gathering in her eyes but refusing to fall. He let out a low, cold chuckle. Then he stepped closer. So close that her breath caught before he even touched her. His hand closed around her waist and pulled her against his chest, firm and unyielding. "I never let it," he murmured, a small, cruel smirk curving his lips as his empty gaze locked onto hers. Her throat tightened. "So... this was all we had?" "And?" he said, his voice calm, dangerous. One hand slid upward from her waist, up to her jaw, slow enough to make her panic, deliberate enough to make her shiver. "D-don't," she breathed, frozen beneath his touch. "And?" he repeated, thumb brushing over her jawline with maddening patience. "W-why are you-" "Shh." His voice dropped lower, rougher now. "Let me do my work, little kitten." The words brushed her ear like a threat wrapped in silk. Then he turned her around. He held her throat from behind, firm enough to make her breath hitch, gentle enough to make her hate how it affected her. Her back pressed against his chest in a sudden pull, heat seeping through the thin space between them like a secret neither of them could take back. He tilted her head back against his shoulder, his face near hers, his breath brushing her cheek in a slow, deliberate tease. His hand stayed at her throat, steady and possessive, as though he already knew exactly how far he could push her before she broke. "You want answers?" he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, laced with something far more unsettling than anger. "Alright." She has scars like the moon, and fire like the sun. She was a secret waiting to be found. He was the danger she should have run from. When their worlds collided, the truth began to unravel - along with the walls around her heart. 💗⃝🌕 Ongoing.

" 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐧, 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐢 " ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ★ 𝗬𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘁 ᥫ᭡ 𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗶 ★ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Start : 04/Jan/2023 end : 16/June/2023