Yash Purohit- 27 year old CA, Carefree, Bindass, Jolly, happy Go person. Once you meet him, he will ensure your comfort. He gives his time to family, Friends separately and Job separately. Plus Let me tell you he is not a arrogant Boy, who is sweet only for his People but he is sweet for everyone but when he feels something is wrong he speak on face. He is a very practical man and that's why never thought of coming into relationships with anyone as he wants only one girl in his life and Permanent so he didn't risk to love anyone. So now here he is Finally saying Yes to get married because he knows he won't be able to find a girl himself, so gave that work to his parents. Kripa Yadav, 26 years old, she is not like the girl next door. She speaks what she wants to...on face, keep herself self respect on the top. She is not rude but she don't like to get involved with people and share her personal life so much until or unless the person is very close to her. She is doing an government job but she is not happy like before, her dream's got crushed and she doesn't want to go back in the fear of Failure. Her parents did motivate her but She said no more, Is she regretful of something? Will both of them Understand each other after marriage? Will Kripa open up to Yash? Will love bloom between them when Kripa is so reserved and in the clouds in of her past? Let's see How Yash will break the walls to her heart and Enchant her completely by his Grace and in return gets enchanted by her Grace ✨ Copyright action's - If My work will be copied by any means or way, there will be strict actions against the person ! So beware and produce story with your own mind, no need to be a cheater ! #No.3 Rank in arrangemarriage #No.5 rank in romance #No.8 Rank in Lovestory #No.5 Rank in Indian #No.6 Rank in Wattpadindia #No.1 Rank in India

When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage. She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband? Will she ever be loved even if she loves him with all her heart? Will she ever be enough? How can she be okay with the fact that her husband is still in love with his girlfriend who's dead?

Yaduvanshi series #2 A second chance romance If you want to read a story which make your eyes weep and heart bleed but then make you giggle and shy, give this book a try!! He is a prince of a kingdom in Madhya Pardesh and She is wife of a politician. While running from her husband, she met her ex again. "I will talk to my family and we will be married soon" He said lovingly kissing her cheeks as she giggled. "You bitch, don't teach me what to do or what not." He seethed slapping her across her face. "Please God save me. For the sake of this unborn" She cried while running with all her might. How their life will change? Will he accept her again or she will get hurt once again? Will the love flourish again?? Will he protect her from the demon she is running from?

"I can give you grandchild without marriage too mom" Mira said after listening to her mom's useless reason making everyone shock. Yeah???? "I...I mean adop...adoption you know" Mira stuttered but nervously smiled "Don't you love someone?" Janvi asked with pity in her eyes for her daughter. "Ab Is GenZ vale jamane me Dev Anand ya Sharukh Khan milna mushkeel ho geya hai!" Mira Said dramatically "You are way too filmy, ese toh koi nhi milega!" Neha told her with a knowing look. "Then I am happy single!" She told her. "Beta You Are Getting Old!????????" Janvi said to which Akhil choked on his food on other hand Mira's eyes widen in shock and Neha laughed loudly holding her stomach. Bezzati ???? *** She suddenly bumped into someone which made her lose her balance, she waited to touch the ground which never happened, someone hold her right hand and saved her. Mira opened her eyes and was surprised to find a familiar yet unfamiliar face infront of her, she was mesmerized by him. His face was calm, he had light beard, his brown eyes were hidden behind his frameless specs, he was looking descent yet hot in the black kurta with rolled sleeves, her eyes fell on his hand which was holding hers just to get more attracted by his veiny arm. She looked into his eyes again which were already looking at her making her heartbeat run like a rollercoaster. For Mira, everything stopped and the only song was playing in her mind. Tum bhi ho... main bhi Hoon Paas aao toh keh doon Aakhir kyun pal mein yun Diwaana main ho gaya Tumhe jo maine dekha Jo hosh tha woh toh gaya . . #284 out of 2.31 Million (in Love) #12 out of 99.9K (on Wattpad) #164 out of 101K (In Secret) #143 out of 173K (in comedy) #155 out of 115K (in best friend) #156 out of 477K (in fiction) #24 out of 63K (in crush) #128 out of 299K (in lovestory)

Aarav Ahuja a 2nd year college student, son of a rich business man. He is a very quiet and calm boy, he loves to keep his pain and thoughts to himself, he never share them even with his parents. He is not high tempered and doesn't like to talk much, he even doesn't have any girlfriend not even in the past. One important thing about him is that he didn't smile since the age of 7! what is the reason behind him being like this? why doesn't he smiles? Will someone enter into his life to bring him out of his grief and pain which he is carrying in his heart? Read the story to find it out!!! Note- This is my first story and English is not my first language, so please don't mind grammatical mistakes which i may make, that i will correct while editing but still if you find any mistake please let me know! Important- this is my original work so i don't give permission to anyone to copy and publish it on other platform ! Copyright reserves. (Haven't Edited the story that much, so please don't mind if you find some mistakes plus i have written the story in simple English which is understandable to everyone) # no.1 rank- Indian - as on 13 June 2021 #no.1 rank- Indianromance- as on 8 August 2021 #no.1 rank- Indianlove- as on 8 August 2021 #no.1 rank- Smile- as on 17 June 2021 #no.1 rank- Indianlove- on 2 july 2021 #no.1 rank- Hope- as on 17 July 2021 #no.1 rank- Past- as on 13 August 2021 #no.1 rank- Cutelove- as on 14 sept 2021 #no.1 rank- Cutelove- as on 29 sept 2021 #no.4 rank- India-as on 8 July 2021 #no.5 rank-Love-as on 14 sept 2021 #no.29 rank- Love-out of 2.22M stories. #no.50 rank- Romance- out of 1.89M Stories. #no.169 rank- Romance- as on 16 sept 2021 #no.6 rank- IndianRomance- as on 5 Nov 2021 #no.11 rank- Indiancollegelove- as on 23 August 2022 #no.8 rank- India as on 18 sept 2022 #no.17 rank in Romcom #no.7 Rank Romance

He was the professor no one could ignore. She was the girl everyone overlooked. Professor Abhimanyu, 32, wasn't just another name on the faculty list...he was a presence. Known for his sharp mind, unmatched work ethic, and an aura of quiet authority, he taught Architectural Design like it was more than a subject... like it was a language of the soul. But he wasn't easy to keep. In just two years, he had already left two prestigious universities...never for better offers, but for something far more rare: his self-respect. He refused to compromise his dignity, no matter the cost. Then came Amrita. A final-year student. Always present, yet invisible. Always silent, yet full of unspoken thoughts. She wasn't the girl people noticed..she was the one they laughed at. The one who tried to fit in but somehow became the punchline instead. Shy. Introverted. "Boring," they called her. But they never really saw her. Because beneath that quiet exterior lived a mind that felt deeply, imagined endlessly, and observed everything. And yes... She had a crush on him. Just like many others. But unlike them, hers wasn't shallow admiration. It was something softer. Something deeper. She didn't just notice his looks, she noticed the way he spoke about design, the way he stood by his principles, the way he never pretended to be someone he wasn't. And maybe... he noticed something too. Not the loudest voice in class. Not the brightest attention-seeker. But the girl who stayed back, whose designs carried emotions no one else could draw, whose silence spoke louder than words. What happens when a man who values dignity above everything meets a girl who has never been valued at all? When admiration turns into understanding... When silence turns into connection... When two completely different worlds begin to align.. A story begins. Not loud. Not rushed. Not perfect. But real. Ranks - No.1 in Slowburn (24 feb 2025)

❝Bhoot pisach nikat nahi aavey, Mahavir jab naam sunavey...❞ It was late at night, when I heard a knock on the window. I froze hearing the knock. Slowly, I got up from my study table and tiptoed toward my bed, trying to decide if I should check the window. But something told me not to, so I climbed on the bed instead. I'm not opening that window. I know how in horror movies, the main character hears some creepy noise and runs straight towards it. Like hello? do they not care there could be a whole-ass ghost waiting to jump on them? Another knock. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the blanket tightly. If this is how I die, I swear I'm haunting the ghost back. I was on the verge of running to wake up my parents when I heard a sneeze and then... my name whispered slowly. "Pratiksha." It clicked in an instant. Oh god! I shot up from the bed, hurriedly unlocking and opening the window. Before I could even react, he tumbled through and fell directly on the floor with a thud. I gasped in shock, half laughing but also panicking at the sight of him in my room. "How did you-" I started to ask, but he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. I stared at him. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Don't make noise, or we'll both be in trouble." What. Is. Happening. ~~~ If overthinking was a sport, she would have won every time. He, on the other hand, one moment, he was the smoothest guy around. The next, he was doing something completely silly just for fun. Together, they were like a perfect mess. But a twist of destiny tore them apart. Six years later, they met again, the love that once bloomed was now buried under layers of hatred, from both sides. Could they move past the hurt, the anger and the six years that had turned them into stranger?

This isn't your typical revenge story. Here, Ekansh isn't interested in seeking his revenge from Faria. He's just a broken soul, the man belonging to middle class with a nine to five job who's well aware that even if it's about justice, he can't compete with the ones who belong to the top section of the society. While, Faria was born into that top section of the society with all the riches and comfort. She's kind and pretty, something that Ekansh never expected from her. Two different people under one roof. What exactly can go wrong? Everything. Because love knows no bound.

Baani Agnihotri 23 year old studying Architecture, gets suddenly Married to her Childhood Friend Om Upadhyay(28) who is orthopaedic doctor. No She is not a replaced Bride nor he is a replaced Groom, The marriage happens with consent but still Sudden ! Would Baani and Om be able to manage this pure bond of marriage or would they end up apart? Would Om be able to heal Baani from something he never broke? Trope - Marriage, best Friends to Lovers, Brother's Best friend, Sudden Marriage, Slow burn, steamy romance, Romcom ! #indian 15th Rank #india 88th Rank #marriage 120 Rank #forced marriage rank 18 #romance rank 70 #Rank 2 in marriage-of-convenience #marriage #forced #slowburn #lovers #romance #Rank 2 in marriage #rank 3 in India #rank 1 in indian #rank 3 in forcedmarriage

-:𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃:- -This book moves a bit faster than my usual pace. Some events might feel slightly fast-forwarded, but I've done that to keep the essence tight, the emotions raw, and the story impactful without unnecessary dragging. . . He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Roop, shaadi kisi majboori mein nahi ki jati." (Marriage isn't something that should happen out of compulsion.) A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Yahi toh farq hai tumhari aur meri zindagi mein, Anirudh. Tumhare paas choice hai, mere paas nahi." (That's the difference between your life and mine, Anirudh. You have a choice. I don't.) His expression darkened. "Main tumhari family se baat karunga-" "Nahi!" I cut him off, my voice sharp with desperation. "You won't understand. You've never seen helplessness, Anirudh. You don't know that when a girl has no options, she only looks for survival." A strange silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken pain. Anirudh sighed and leaned back against the bench, his fingers tapping against his knee. "You're telling me you'd marry any stranger just because you have no other way out?" I stiffened. "You're not a stranger." His lips quirked up, almost amused. "Until a day ago, I was." I clenched my fists. "I don't care who you are. I just need to accept this match, or the other option will destroy me." Anirudh fell silent, his gaze steady on me. The playfulness in his eyes faded, replaced by something more intense, more thoughtful. Finally, he asked, "And what if I tell you that I don't want to marry you either?"