~The tale of a lost princess who grew up as a warrior ~ Swaranika , the lost princess who grew up as an orphan , a girl who was destinated to live a lavish and comfortable life , was cursed by Destiny at the age of 6 years she was torn away from her parents , had an accident due to which she lost her memory, But did she gave up on her life? No she build stronger , worked hard for her survival She was fearless , strong ,dominant and how can't she? A person who doesn't have anyone to rely on is the strongest because , She had built herself from collecting her peices from life but really that's what destiny has planned for her ? Devrah Singh Chauhan , the kind of Sitamgarh who was called a emotion less ruler because of his cruelty towards his enemies , If someone got entangled with devraj it was impossible to live more in his life because he was never taught mercy , even how can he understand this word because he was just a teenage boy at 12 years when his parent's died and the responsibility of whole kingdom got in his little shoulders his childhood was ruin by politics in his own Palace which made him Emotionless or we can say someone who never got to know taste of love But what happens when the red strings bound them to be eachothers , two people who can't bow to anyone fall in love with eachother , will there love story be a tragic? answer is history and my Readers will know ;) Tropes lost princess x King Enemies To Lover he fell first and harder she drowned in his love Forbidden love forced proximity ~☆~

He saves lives for a living. She's running out of time. At twenty-eight, he has learned how to hold a dying child's hand without letting his own shake, how to walk out of hospital rooms and still function like nothing inside him just broke. People call him brilliant, detached, untouchable. They don't see the exhaustion that sleep never fixes, or the quiet guilt he carries like a second heartbeat. At twenty-three, she is all stubborn hope and unfinished dreams. A girl who collects moments like they are something she can keep, a girl who smiles like she has forever, even when her heart says otherwise. When their worlds collide, it isn't gentle. It is sharp, inconvenient, and far too personal. He is supposed to treat her, keep a professional distance, remain just her doctor. She refuses to be just another case file, another patient he forgets how to feel for. Somewhere between hospital corridors and late-night conversations, something begins to shift. Lines blur. Silences grow heavier. And the kind of love they never planned for starts to take shape in the spaces they were trying so hard to protect. But love, in a world measured by heartbeats and deadlines, comes with a cost. Because sometimes, saving someone means losing yourself.
 And sometimes, the hardest truth to face is that not every story is meant to last forever. Just to give you a sense of what to expect, the story explores dynamics like: Wattpad Author × Doctor Childhood bestfriends to Strangers to Lovers Sunshine × Black Cat Energy Soft Girl × Emotionally Unavailable Man She Falls First, He falls harder "I Know You Can, But Let Me" Love He Doesn't Save Her, He Teaches Her to Live Overprotected Girl × The Man Who Sets Her Free Slow Burn That Feels Like Home He Notices Everything About Her She Writes Love, He Becomes It "You Wrote Me Wrong" Trope Wishlist Romance (He Fulfills Her Small Dreams) Emotional Intimacy > Physical Romance

He was known for saving hearts. Cold. Composed. Untouchable. Dr. DEVANSH RAJPUT never allowed emotions to interfere with his perfectly controlled life-until one wedding changed everything. One glimpse of her Dr.MEERA MAHER was enough. While she laughed beneath golden lights and twirled like the world had never hurt her, something dangerously silent awakened inside him. She was never meant to be his She was going to marry his cousin Armaan But when a scandal destroys the wedding overnight, Devansh steps in as the family's savior-calm enough to fix the chaos no one saw coming. Now trapped in a marriage built on secrets, the Meera slowly finds herself drawn toward the man everyone trusts. The man who watches too closely. The man who notices everything. The man whose silence feels far more dangerous than anger. Was the scandal truly fate or was planned Because some obsessions do not scream. They destroy in silence. ━━━

what happens when a widow since 8 years gets married again? A girl who had many scars on her soul from her past , who was thrashed out by society for being a Widow, for being atheist , for her skintone , who was slut shamed by society which included her own family A girl who was just a bad omen for society was again married her life which was colorless was again filled with uncomfortable colors , a girl who's dreams were crushed in young age and were bounded by terms of society she was Ambika Shukla but whom she was married ? she was married to a single father , A heartsurgeon who's was famous for fixing people's life , the consoler of heart , but was his really life fixed ? yes for society for him it was burried in his fake smile and charm he used to show people around him since the day he got his child in his life , he vanished his past and burried under his blood , his child was his life and his family he lived for them - Hriday Oberio so what Will happens when these two broken souls meet each other? who will fix whom or will they become more tangled

He was made of bullets and ego. She was made of sunlight and smiles. One look and the most ruthless man forgot how to breathe. The man everyone feared... feared losing her. This story is about a ruthless mafia businessman and a sweet, innocent girl. Just one glimpse of that girl was enough to make that ruthless man go crazy for her, but she was unaware of it. To the world, he was egostic, ruthless, and stone-hearted. The man everyone bowed to was ready to bow to her. But for her, he had the softest heart in the world. In front of her, he even forgot his ego. One look at his Zalima and he lost all his senses. When she smiled, a smile would appear on his face too, on its own. She had become his existence, his jaan, his sweetheart.* His Zalima. His jaan. His downfall disguised as salvation.

Some debts are paid in money. Others demand pieces of your soul. When Risha Verma's family café is destroyed and her father's life hangs by a thread after a devastating heart condition, desperation corners her into a choice she never imagined making. A single contract. Nine months. One secret that could change everything. The arrangement is simple on paper. Stay silent. Follow the rules. Never get emotionally involved. But behind the polished walls of power and wealth lies a world stitched together with control, buried rage, family wars, and dangerous truths, that refuse to stay hidden. And the deeper Risha sinks into it, the more she realizes that some scars do not heal quietly. They bleed beneath the skin.

Adirath Singh Rathore × Sanskriti Sharma Healed Hearts Series: Book 2 Can Be read as Standalone Adirath Singh Rathore, the Hukum of Rajasthan. A king feared by men and obeyed by institutions, Adirath lives by unbreakable rules forged by witnessing cruelty within his own family. He despises lies, refuses emotional dependence, and believes love is a weakness capable of destroying order. Sanskriti Sharma, a girl blamed for her mother's death, starved of affection, denied safety, and surrounded by men who either ignored her suffering or exploited it - learns early that survival means becoming invisible. Her only protectors are her brother, Rohan, and her nani. And when her nani dies, the last shield disappears. Their worlds collide through fate and force. The first time he sees her, something primal awakens inside him - an instinct to claim, to protect, to make her his own. He forces her into marriage. It is a story about power being undone by gentleness - and a woman learning that love does not have to be earned through suffering.

Spin off The Tarana Chronicles A young intern, still reeling from the sting of betrayal, wanders the quiet streets after learning her boyfriend has been unfaithful. The night feels heavier than usual, her thoughts tangled and directionless, until a faint sound breaks through her sorrow-a soft, fragile whimper carried through the still air. Drawn by instinct more than reason, she follows the sound to a small, dimly lit mandir. There, tucked near the steps, she finds a newborn boy, barely weeks old, wrapped in a worn cloth, his cries trembling against the silence. She hesitates, her own heart still cracked open, unsure if she has anything left to give. But something about him-so helpless, so alone-refuses to let her walk away. What begins as a chance encounter on her loneliest night becomes something far greater. Between long office hours, quiet breakdowns, and uncertain choices, she finds herself caring for a life she never expected to hold. The child slowly becomes more than a responsibility-he becomes her anchor, her unexpected reason to keep going. In saving him, she may just find a way to save herself.

The mansion was silent again. Not empty-never empty. Just heavy with tension and secrets. Yashvi stood barefoot on the cold marble floor, wrapped in a silk robe they had chosen for her, her damp hair falling over trembling shoulders. She had stopped trying to escape-not because the doors were locked, but because the three men watching her made freedom feel impossible. Damien leaned against the fireplace, calm and dangerous. Adrian sat silently in the shadows, his cold eyes fixed only on her. And Emiliano stood closest, a sinful smirk resting on his lips as he stepped toward her slowly. "What do you all want from me?" she whispered. "You," Emiliano answered simply. "Your trust," Adrian said coldly. "Your loyalty," Damien finished, his deep voice wrapping around her like a warning. Yashvi tried to step back, but Damien's hand settled firmly around her waist, stopping her instantly. "You don't run anymore, princess," he murmured. The three brothers closed in around her-not with chains, not with force, but with something far more dangerous. Attention. Obsession. Possession. And somewhere deep inside herself, Yashvi realized the terrifying truth- part of her no longer wanted to leave.

Power. Promises. Perfidy. Power is meant to be taken. Promises are meant to be broken. Perfidy is meant to hurt. A dirty world built on fake promises, betrayal, and the grief of broken trust - the very world he belongs to. Growing up in an atmosphere where everything came easily gave birth to a dangerous belief inside him: that everything he desires already belongs to him. Aarish Ahuja - the man who hides behind calm expressions and practiced smiles, using charm as a weapon while concealing intentions far darker beneath the surface. Anyone could fall into the trap of his charisma, but those who truly know him choose to stay away. Holding one of the highest positions in the government of Uttar Pradesh, his presence alone is enough to make people tremble. No one dares to meet his eyes. No one dares to question him. Until her. The girl who glares back at him without fear. The girl who dares to point fingers at the man the entire world bows before. She knows exactly what she is doing - until fate forces her into a marriage with the very man she vowed to hate. Not just him, but the corrupt system he represents. Her rage toward the government has always been obvious, but somehow, every ounce of that hatred finds its way back to the man sitting on the throne - him. A girl who blooms like flowers in spring and silently prays for every ambulance that passes by. Hatred barely exists inside her heart, and when it does, it is never truly for the person - it is for the ugliness of their mindset. Her soft, delicate heart was never meant to fight against the government. Yet she continues to do everything she is warned not to do. But what happens when hatred slowly begins to feel like love? What happens when two people standing on opposite sides of power start falling for each other? Will it be politics... or love? Because where love ends, politics begins. SIYASAT~