He doesn't know what love is but he knows he doesn't want to be lonely. She knows what love is but also knows she doesn't have a chance at it. Nikhil is a pretty straightforward guy who can be a little choosy about things and food. Sharanya is mostly a practical person with a romantic heart. With emotional baggage of their respective pasts and little stubborn mindsets these two individuals are brought together for an arranged marriage. Started: Completed:

ミ★ "𝘜𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭" ★彡 Vaidehi Chauhan's dreams always started from him and ended at him but dream always stays a dream and the reality hits harder. She tried her best but neither did she found the happiness she wanted neither the love she dreamed of. And stood in front of her , her husband - a man with a broken heart. Sanskaar Singh Suryavanshi was already broken, and "Marriage" was his most hated word, still he fell for her and her innocence only to find his heart ready to be broken again. But this time was he was ready for it, he was ready to be left alone again ,for her sake. But was this what she wanted? He was longing to be someone's everything but all he could see was his loneliness. With two choices ahead, Vaidehi must decide. Whom will she pick, and will it lead to the love they both desire or will it leave Sanskaar all alone once again? Story of a man left alone by his love and a woman who was forced to leave her love. Two broken hearts are going to be joined, by the strings of marriage. But is this God's plan or just a game of destiny? All rights reserved ©

Completed Flatmates to Friends. Friends to Lovers. A slowburn love story between a tech nerd Avni and an actor Rohit who is more than 5 years younger than her. Set in ten years of time span. Cute romance. No love triangles. Found family tropes. Nice and kind charecters. South Mumbai Vibes. Avni Pathak is a tech entrepreneur who rebuilt her life and her identity from the ashes. Fiercely private and deeply introverted, she clings to her peace and quiet like a lifeline. Her awkward, deadpan charm has a way of endearing and occasionally exasperating everyone around her. She's all heart and quiet resilience, wrapped in the unassuming shell of a soft-spoken coder who just wants to be left alone (unless you're her laptop or her one plant). Rohit Avasthi is an aspiring actor with big dreams and an even bigger heart. Loud, expressive, and full of mischief, he brings joy and spontaneity wherever he goes. He's chaos in motion, wrapped in a genetically-blessed face, and somehow manages to be both a walking distraction and the safest person in the room. Avni and Rohit are flatmates, figuring out life, love, ambition, and what it means to be truly happy. Avni is the quiet anchor, steady and grounded, holding him when he soars too high too fast. Rohit is the sunshine, bright and unrelenting, warming her gently when she begins to stumble. Together, they balance each other-soft chaos meeting quiet strength-as they become friends.

What happens when both get shipped in a random GC? Slowly, vibes match, song choices match - so do their lives. But that one online ship can lead to many things: it can lead to a relationship, a situationship, or worse - it ends with one ghosting the other. No one knows what will be the ending of this ship. Join the journey of Nayra and Vyom to know their teenage adventure. ⋆˚✿˖° TROPES Sunshine × Sunshine He Fell First × Both Fell Harder High School Romance Online Dating Love In GC (Group Chat) Dominating × Dominating Family Drama Same Age Group Cute Nicknames From FMC Long-Distance Relationship

He committed the sin. She became the consequence. Dr. Ekalavya Raivansh is a man of control-flawless reputation, steady hands... and a past no one dares to uncover. Anaya Verdan married him for his mother, never knowing the truth tied to him... a truth that would destroy everything she believed. Their marriage was never meant to be love. Just unspoken boundaries, forced distance, and a silence that suffocated them both. "Haq hai tumpe...pati hu tumhari." "Dr. Raivansh... haq unpar jataya jata hai jo apna ho." "Aur main toh sirf aapki zimmedari hoon... hai na?" "Biwi ho tum meri!" "Toh do mahine tak iss 'biwi' ki yaad nahi aayi?" But the cracks in their fragile arrangement run deeper than either of them know. Until the day she finds the file. A date. A night. A name at the bottom. The same night that destroyed her life. Because some truths don't just break you-they ruin you. And suddenly, the man who holds her when she can't sleep... is the reason she couldn't sleep for eleven years. His sin. Her heartbreak. Their ruin.

- A soft romance book with divine presence! Rich Man? Well it's Weaver x Princess trope. Shri Krishna giving the main character energy vibes and hears the prayers even if it's from Girl in white or a tarnished name. ˙ . ꒷ 🦚 . 𖦹˙- 𝑻𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 - 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓.

❝𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚.❜❜ He is the eldest son of a simple yet wealthy family-silent, disciplined, and an interior designer. She is the eldest daughter of her home who is warm, talkative, and fiercely hopeful well paid author. He waited for someone special in his life. While she, never expected love which feels like home to her... yet love found them anyway. ❝𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬❜❜ 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒎- 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅. "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖-" "𝑨𝒂𝒑 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒃𝒊𝒘𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒒 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒓𝒂 𝒃𝒉𝒊," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. ╰┈➤𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 🏅 #16 wattapdstory out of 8.88k stories.( 25.11.25) #3 sensual out of 7.09k stories.(7.09.25) #5 greenflag out of 2.02k stories.(9.01.26)

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? •••

Vedansh aur Saumya ki kahani, Vedansh ki Zubani. None of the characters of the story are real or inspired. --- Arrangement of Hearts Some marriages begin with love. Some begin with family. And some... begin with an arrangement of hearts. Dr. Vedansh Sharma has always lived his life with quiet responsibility. A brilliant surgeon, a devoted son, and a man who built his family's dream home with his own hands-his life has always been about duty before desire. Saumya Mishra is the opposite kind of dreamer. A writer with ink-stained fingers, music in her soul, and stories blooming in her mind, she believes love should feel like poetry... not paperwork. When their families arrange their marriage, Vedansh and Saumya step into a bond neither of them truly understands yet. Two strangers. Two families already intertwined. Two hearts learning how to share the same home. Between late-night conversations, stolen glances across the courtyard of Svapnaseva Nivas, quiet acts of care, and the warmth of chaotic family dinners, something unexpected begins to grow. Not dramatic. Not loud. But steady. Soft. Real. Because sometimes love isn't about finding the perfect person. Sometimes it's about two imperfect hearts slowly arranging themselves around each other. --- "Saumyaji..." Vedansh said softly. "Ji?" "Agar aapko kabhi lage... ki yeh rishta sirf ek arrangement hai..." He paused, his voice gentler than the night around them. "Toh batayiye ga. Main usse love story bana dunga." (If you ever feel this relationship is only an arrangement... tell me. I will turn it into a love story.) Saumya looked at him, her heart doing something strange, something new. Maybe some love stories don't begin with a confession. Maybe they begin with a promise. ---

Arranged marriages: the ultimate gamble where your happily-ever-after hinges on a profile pic and a painfully dull bio. Scary, right? For thirty-one-year-old Srinidhi Shankaran, though, love is a luxury she can't afford. Society's already slapped the "expired" tag on her, so she ditches the romance circus altogether. Instead, she dives headfirst into the chaotic world of matrimonial websites, armed with nothing but determination and a ticking clock. After facing rejection from enough grooms to make her question her existence, she finally stumbles upon one who agrees to marry her. Will she settle for her plain, uneventful life of companionship or will her husband, Mr. Aneesh Muralidharan, stir up those inconvenient, unwelcome emotions people call "love"? ------ Intended for mature readers, rated R (18+) for the subjects dealing with strong language and sexual content. ------ One of the standalone stories from the 'Mad Love' series. ------ [Updated every Saturday; Faster updates in Scrollstck] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [Unedited First Draft] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 250K to 300K] ----- © 2025 Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyrights.