Dharnika was never meant to belong . Born unwanted and raised with loss, she grew up surviving, hiding her pain behind a smile . When life takes her to her grandfather's home . she steps into a world of strangers, where love , care and acceptance await in unexpected ways . Can a girl who has never known true family . find her place-and finally call a home her own?

"𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒𝒆.. 𝒅𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒑𝒂𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒉𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒗𝒆... 𝑫𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆.. 𝒋𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒗𝒆." 🌙💔✨ It was everytime enemies who became lovers after yearning... but this time, it's lovers who turned into enemies-breaking, craving, and bleeding for each other, yet held back by the strangest thing of all: ego. They had everything people dream of-four years of love that felt unshakable, a marriage that looked perfect from the outside, a little daughter who carried pieces of both their hearts, and a life so beautiful it made others envious. They were that couple. The kind people believed in. Until it all fell apart. Because what if that love... wasn't what it seemed? What if, for her, it was never love-but a carefully played game? A game built on a lie so deep that when the truth finally clawed its way back, it didn't just end things-it destroyed them. Now he hates her. Or at least, that's what he tells himself. Now she claims she never loved him. That it was all just part of the game. But the truth is far more dangerous than either of them admits. Because love like theirs doesn't disappear-it lingers. It burns. It ruins. And somewhere between the hatred, the silence, and the shattered trust...they still crave each other in ways they refuse to accept. So is this where it all ends? Or is this where everything finally begins- not as the perfect lovers they once were, not as the enemies they've become... but as two people stripped of illusions, standing face to face with the truth they tried to bury? 𓆩♡

Rudra Pratap Ranawat: ​He is a study in controlled power. Rudra Pratap Ranawat is the undisputed King of Rajasthan, a regal figure whose presence silences murmurs and straightens spines. His lineage is visible in his sharp features and the unyielding set of his jaw. Yet, the crown is only half his story. Under the cloak of night, he is "THE KING OF MAFIA," a powerful, feared, and utterly mysterious figure in the underworld. Rudra struggles profoundly with expressing emotion; his face is a granite mask, making him seem perpetually cold and distant. Only one person can consistently breach his defenses: his Dadu. His bond with his grandfather is the single, crucial thread that links him to humanity, the one thing he will go to any length to protect. He carries the weight of two worlds, and the tension of that double life makes him magnetic and dangerous. ​Meera Singh: ​Meera Singh is more than just kind; she is a study in quiet, almost luminous resilience. Her most striking feature is her eyes-large, warm pools that hold both the innocence of a sheltered soul and the pain of constant slight. She moves with a soft grace, a silent presence around the house, perpetually trying to make herself small and unobtrusive. Yet, when injustice flares, her spine straightens, and a small, internal flame ignites. This isn't anger; it's a fierce, unyielding need for truth and fairness. Her kindness is her shield, and her fierce loyalty is her weapon, making her willing to face any storm for those she cherishes. Highest ranking- 1 in #angerissue 1 in #millionaire 6 in #mafialove 2 in #rajasthani 7 in #fear 3 in #caring 2 in #strongfl 5 in #CEO 1 in #trauma 5 in grumpy×sunshine 3 in #enemiestolover 6 in #obsessed 1 in #darkpast The photographs included in this story are used for illustrative purposes only and were found on Pinterest. I do not claim any ownership of these images, and all credit is respectfully given to the original artists and owners."

"Hi Riya how are you feeling?" Kanvika asked a small 9-year-old patient who was lying on the bed suffering from emphysema (a chronic disorder related to the lungs) I'm fine Dr didi and meet my big brother, she said pointing her hand towards the other side of the bed. Without looking first, she continued to say, "Hi this is kanvi..." her voice fading away as soon as she saw the person standing in the opposite direction. The other person, now taking the lead continued, "Hello this is Abhimanyu Agnihotri", forwarded his hand, and he was shocked to see her wearing a nuptial chain ( related to the wedding ). "Hi this is kanvika Baner.." she stopped again and proceeded to say, "Sorry I'm Kanvika Agnihotri " forwarded her hand too, shaking his hand. He was more shocked to hear her saying his surname instead of her name. He didn't even see her face on the day of their wedding. The very next day of their marriage, he had to travel to london for his company emergency meeting and issues. So he never got a chance to see his own wife's face. After 3 months he came back to India as his Grandmother was budging him to take care of his wife and take up his responsibilities. He did not know that he got married to his LOVE and even she didn't know that the person she was searching for is none other than her own husband. People might think this is a mistake forgetting the fact that this is just a Chance given by the destiny. When destiny decides to bring them together, it will. Destiny never break it's own promise. It will bring them back together even without their own acknowledgment Now, how will he convince her? For not being and not caring for past 3 months. Will he ask for forgiveness? Will She forgive him? . . . . . . . She used to live in his memories, He used to live in her words. Neither her heart forgot him nor he left her back. Let's see the journey of two Yearning Hearts.

Without being at fault, she suffered. She suffered through an incident because of someone else's mistake. For the sake of his daughter, he made her his assistant. He never expected her to become more than that. From being a stranger to him, to becoming his personal assistant, to becoming his replacement bride- was it planned, or was it just a coincidence? He never knew he would fall for her, but he did. He wanted to keep her to himself. And she was someone who never felt comfortable with anyone-except him. When the world got louder, he became the one she felt safe with.

Ishir Roy × Dishani Malhotra "I lost everything once... can I risk love again?" ~Ishir "I have loved you secretly for 13years.... and I'll wait a lifetime for you." ~Dishani Ishir × Ishanvi "Your smiles kept me alive when my world fell apart." ~Ishir _ _ _ From grief to second chances, from secret love to a heart that dares to hope... A story of love, loss, and the courage to open your heart again. Will Ishir embrace love again, or will the shadows of the past keep him from happiness? --- Started on:- 13th feb 2025 Completed on:- 18th August 2025

PRISHA, a 26-year old girl who is an orphan but has a cute 4-year old son whom she calls her home, had endured very much in her life, beautiful not only from face but by heart, loves her baby very much can go any extent for him, teacher by profession. REVAAN OBEROI, a 29-year old man, A self-made buisnessman, rules the business world , a gym freak, handsome and charming as well, had no interest in love or marriage for him it's just a waste of time, loves his family very much can do anything for them. KIAAN, a 4-year old baby boy, had lost his parents at the age of 2, adopted by Prisha, loves his mumma very much, a school going kid, always dream of having a big family. What will made them marry each other? How will the love bloom between them? Let's dive into the journey of Prisha and Revaan to know.

"don't even think to be oversmart infront of me " he said grabbing her neck she choked in air and started coughing . " Leave .. me " she said but he didn't lose his grip so what she did she bite him "Ahhhhh" he shouted and remove his grip from her neck and started blowing at where she bite harshly . "Okay sorry , now i going to sleep and don't disturb my sweet sleep "she said and pick up pillow . ........................................................... She got to know that he was the person whom her sister used love so left singing divorce papers She went from house She is no more his wife She is no more daughter in law of family She is no more Mrs agnihotri. *I am not good at giving discription so mange this much * vidhyut married ruhi to take his revenge and ruhi get married to save him . Will after getting this much insult she able to save him . Know more about them in story .

I'm not copying this Story but I'll be continuing the Story " Her Innocence " which was firstly written by @Aishaniaz who is unable to Continue it Further.. Let's Continue the journey of the love Story of Two Souls from Which One is Full Package of Innocence while other is full Package of Arrogance. Mature Content - if you guyz are comfortable then only Continue it! Warning ⚠️ :- Not at all good in english please bear me with this. 😉 #3 in Wattpadfanfiction on Oct 15 , 2021 #28 in WattpadRomance on Oct 15, 2021. #2 in WattpadRomance on 18 June 2022. #42 in wattpadfanfiction on 18 June 2022. #3 in WattpadRomance on 29 June 2022. #15 in Wattpadfanfiction on 29 June 2022. Resemblance to any story or story's Scenes is highly Coincidence and Please DON'T YOU DARE TO COPY MY HARDWORK.. 😈

"Humpe vishvaas karti hai aap?" He asked, his voice deep, touched with something possessive, something intimate. (Do you trust me?) His fingers found the lace at her back, toying with it slowly. His eyes never left hers-watchful, patient. It wasn't just about trust. It was a question laced with heat, with meaning. There was a pause. Not of doubt, but of weight. Then her lips curved in a quiet smile, soft as a petal opening to dawn. "Khudse bhi adhik." (More than myself.) That was all he needed. He lifted her without a word-her giggle light, her bangles chiming. Her ghagra fluttered as he carried her inside. The bed waited, simple and quiet. He laid her down like a prayer, eyes never leaving hers. Their lips met-slow, aching. Her fingers undressed him. Clothes fell. Skin met skin. Under the sheet, he moved with her-gentle, deep, worshipful. She gasped, clung to him, whispered his name. One rhythm. One afternoon. One unspoken truth.