"He doesn't say 'I love you.' But he changed in all the ways that yelled it." •••••••••••••• Vaani Joshi never expected love from her arranged marriage - just respect, maybe some space, and silence she could live with. Dhruv Deshmukh was exactly that: powerful, unreadable, and cold. He didn't ask her what she liked. He didn't ask how her day was. And she never asked for anything. But then he started noticing. Not her words - her silences. Not what she wanted - what she gave up. The man who never looked twice is now the one who watches her the closest. And the girl who never expected anything... is the reason he's learning how to give everything. •••••••••••••••• "Why do you always notice the things I don't say?" He looked at her for a long second. "Because you never ask. And I've never wanted to give anyone more." •••••••••••••••• Tropes: Slow-burn romance | Arranged marriage | Contemporary drama | Indian diaspora | Urban luxury + emotional intimacy | Cold ML x Soft FL | Changing for her 🏅#1 in India 🏅#1 in Indian 🏅#1 in desi 🏅#1 in romance

An arranged marriage, a cold CEO, and one very flustered newlywed wife. Nandini never expected to go from her quiet home life to living in a luxurious mansion with her husband's 40-member loud and chaotic family. And definitely not married to Siddharth Roy-the most untouchable, unreadable, and unfairly hot business tycoon in the country. She's shy, sarcastic, and soft. He's cold, composed, and annoyingly irresistible. But sparks start flying faster than oil in a hot pan when she flicks flour at him one night during dinner prep-and he doesn't back away. He leans in.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞. (Standalone) 𝑷𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑿 𝑰𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ "She slipped again." Ikshit tossed the folder onto her table. His voice was low, tight. "Atasha Rabari. Left the safehouse minutes before we reached. Almost like... someone warned her." Piya didn't flinch. She poured him coffee with a calm he didn't question. "Maybe she's lucky," she said. He stepped closer. "No. It's not luck. She moves like someone's guiding her." A beat. "Or protecting her." Her phone buzzed in her pocket - one vibration. Atasha was safe. Piya looked up at him. His eyes were on her - sharp, searching. "Then maybe you need to stop thinking like a cop..." She smiled softly. "...and start thinking like a woman who has nothing left to lose." Their eyes locked. Long. Quiet. Dangerous. Ikshit stepped closer - invading her space. Testing something he couldn't name. "And what kind of woman are you, Piya?" His voice dropped to a murmur. She didn't back away. "The kind who hides the truth behind a kiss," she whispered, kissing him. And when he kissed her - hard, desperate, confused. She was kissing him back. Knowing full well... He was chasing her best friend. While falling in love with the enemy.

(Kabir x Vaani) "Vaani, we're getting married next week and that's not a proposal. It's a statement and you better accept it." Anger rushed to me. How dare he? He really thinks that he can walk into my life and ask for marriage? Oh no he is not even asking. "And you just decided that, Kabir? You didn't even ask me once before deciding." I said and pushed him away, he smiled sarcastically. "Look who is talking. Did you? Vaani kapoor? Did you ask me for once? Before abandoning the guy who trusted you with everything because something happened between us that wasn't supposed to happen? Did you ask before ghosting me for weeks? Did you ask before deciding that you will raise our child alone?" he said and the words caught on my throat. I know I am wrong. But getting married to him would make it more complicated for all of us. "Yes, I accept I did all that but who are you to decide that I will marry you?" I asked and he just inhaled then walked to the bench and picked up my bag. "I am..." he looked at me again. "The father of your child."

"I bared all of me to her and she embraced me like her own" "You and I exist as We in this Moment. I don't want anything else right now" ....................................................... "I'll love you? Hah, I would rather love a Raccoon then you" "And I will rather marry some fictional guy then you" "You're already married. To me" "I know right. Such a shame" "Shut up" "Make me" ........................................................ "I can't marry a man like you just because of the kiss" "I have to marry a man like you just because of the kiss" ........................................................ Abhimaan Kapoor, The Lawyer you would never want to mess with because he knows how to shut mouth just by one sentence. Or a lot of times just by his glare. Running the most successful Law Firm of States, he has build everything one would desire for. Yet the hunger of Success never satiate. He had it all under control. His work, his life, his emotions and his heart. Until.. Vrinda Shah, The one who can make your life heaven or hell, depending on the actions. A law graduate, who act first and then think. Sometimes it brings her good but once it bought her something which she never even thought of. A Marriage! Two people who made love as tough as anyone can yet as easy as someone could. Two people who were tied due to one action but who knew that sacred knot would open so many knots in their lives. It's Their Story from Lawfully Wedded, Hated and Loved.

--- Rudransh Singhania & Mishti Agrawal She never knew what a father's love felt like. In a house full of wealth and name, Mishti Agrawal grew up like a shadow-unseen, unheard, unwanted. Her five step-brothers treated her like she never belonged. Cold stares. Sharp words. A life where she was always "extra." The only warmth she ever knew... was her stepmother. The only person who ever held her when she cried. And her so-called friend? The one person she trusted... betrayed her. Sold. For 100 million. To a world she never belonged to. --- That night changed everything. A wrong room. A wrong door. A wrong man. Rudransh Singhania. Her family's biggest rival. Seven years older. Dangerous. Powerful. Destroyed by his own demons. He was drunk. She was broken. Neither of them remembered how it started... But the night didn't end without consequences. --- Morning came. Sunlight slipped through heavy curtains. And then- A soft cry broke the silence. Rudransh woke up with a sharp breath. His head throbbed. His vision blurred. And beside him- Mishti. Tears falling silently. Her hands trembling. Her voice broken as she whispered, "It's paining..." The world stopped. Not because of who she was. But because of what had just happened between them. --- And in that moment... Rudransh Singhania realized one thing- He didn't just ruin his rival's daughter. He ruined the only innocent thing left in both their worlds.

--- She was only 17 years, 10 months old... but life never cared about age when it decided to break someone. --- Krishika - soft spoken... gentle eyes... a beauty that never needed attention to be noticed. No ego. No attitude. No pride. Just a girl who believed kindness was enough to survive this world. Her world was simple. Her home was warm. And her future... once bright. --- Until everything shattered in a single moment. --- Her mother, Amira, a powerful criminal lawyer in Delhi... a woman who fought for justice in courtrooms... lost her own battle outside of it. One accident. One second. And nothing remained the same. --- The firm collapsed. The money disappeared. The home turned silent. And Amira... was left paralyzed. --- Now the girl who once lived like a child... became a mother before time taught her how. --- At just 17... Krishika is holding everything together. Her broken home. Her shattered dreams. And her two little worlds... her 7-year-old twin sisters - Shivanshi and Rashmika. --- They don't understand loss the way adults do. They only know one thing... their elder sister smiles even when she is falling apart. --- Because Krishika never complains. She never breaks in front of them. She never lets them see the storm behind her eyes. But every night... when the house goes silent... a girl who once had everything... learns how to survive nothing. --- ✨ A story of a girl who lost her childhood... but never her kindness. 💔 A story where responsibility became her only destiny. 🌙 And a life that asks one question... How much can one soft heart endure before it finally breaks? --- KRISHIKA - coming soon to Wattpad...

She was never his first choice. She was the younger sister. The replacement bride. The compromise. While his heart belonged to her elder sister. Yet Adhira Rathore loved Kshiti Singh Bhardwaj enough to accept a place in his life... even if she could never have a place in his heart. Years passed. Five sons were born. A family was built. And for a brief moment... She thought she had finally become his home. Until one accusation destroyed everything. Poison. Betrayal. A sister fighting for life. And a wife standing alone. Nobody believed her. Not her parents. Not her in-laws. Not even her husband. The man she loved looked into her eyes... And chose doubt. So she left. Broken. Pregnant. Carrying a secret no one knew. Twins. Seventeen years later... Kshiti Singh Bhardwaj is one of the most powerful men in the country. His five sons stand beside him. The Bhardwaj Empire rules everything. But their home remains incomplete. Because the woman they condemned never returned. Until fate brings them face to face again. Only to reveal a truth far crueler than guilt. Adhira can no longer speak. And standing beside her... Are two seventeen-year-olds carrying the Bhardwaj blood. The children their father never knew existed. Now the family that destroyed her wants answers. But some wounds don't heal. Some apologies come too late. And some women return... Not for love. But for the truth. "Seventeen years ago, you called me a murderer." "Now tell me, Mr. Bhardwaj..." "Who will pay for the life you destroyed?"

At fifteen... she was light. Niharika Rathore was the kind of girl who made rooms softer just by entering them. A sunshine soul wrapped in innocence. She laughed too easily, trusted too quickly, and loved her mother more than anything in the world. Her eyes-almond-shaped, deep, observant-held warmth. Her smile could melt silence. Chubby cheeks like cotton candy... a face everyone remembered. But some stories don't stay soft. Because in one night... everything changed. The man her mother trusted... the man who was supposed to become her stepfather... became the reason her world cracked open. Nothing loud. Nothing spoken. Just a line crossed that should have never been crossed. And after that night... Niharika was never the same. --- At seventeen... she is still alive. But the sunshine is gone. Her smile doesn't reach her eyes anymore. Her gaze avoids people, like the world itself became unsafe. Quiet. Careful. Guarded. She no longer trusts light. She only trusts shadows. Then fate turns again. Her mother slips into a coma. And suddenly... there is no place left for her. A maternal grandfather she barely knows sends her away-far from everything she called home. But before she can leave... another truth arrives like a storm. A father she never truly knew. A name whispered in fear. A mafia king. And he wants her back. Not as a guest. Not as a choice. As his daughter. --- But Niharika has already learned one thing the hard way: Men break things. Even the ones who are supposed to protect you. Now she is taken into a world she never imagined- A house filled with power... silence... and eight brothers who see her as an outsider. No women. No softness. No familiarity. Only rules. Distance. Watchful eyes. And a girl who is terrified of men... being forced to live surrounded by them.

{VIDYUTIKA CHANDRAVANSHI} Seventeen years and seven months old. The exact age when Vidyutika Chandravanshi lost the only person who had ever been her entire world. Her father, Shreyansh Chandravanshi, left for a dangerous mission and never returned. No body. No answers. No goodbye. Only silence. Everyone called him powerful. Feared him. Respected him. But to Vidyutika, he was simply Dad. The man who knew her favorite food without asking. The man who could read her eyes before she spoke. The man who raised her alone. Now he is gone. And the empire he built needs an heir. Forced by law to live with her biological family until she turns eighteen, Vidyutika enters the powerful Vardhan household. A mother who abandoned her. A twin sister who hates her. Two biological brothers she refuses to accept. Five stepbrothers. Two stepsisters. A family tied together by blood, secrets, and old wounds. But they quickly learn one thing- Vidyutika is not the broken girl they expected. Beautiful. Brilliant. Dangerously calm. A girl who loves music as much as she loves winning. A girl who can smile sweetly one moment and terrify grown men the next. A girl trained by one of the most feared men in the country. And beneath her silence lives something dangerous. Because when someone insults her father- even family becomes an enemy. As old secrets begin surfacing, Vidyutika discovers a forgotten love story, hidden truths about her father's past, and connections that should have remained buried forever. But she has only one goal: Find the truth. Protect her father's empire. And make sure everyone who stole his happiness pays for it. Because empires don't choose rulers by age. They choose survivors. And Vidyutika Chandravanshi was raised by a man who never taught her how to lose. She came to the Vardhan house as an obligation. She may leave as its greatest storm.