Six years ago, Nayantara walked away...and took Veer Raizada's belief in love with her. Once known for his charm, his reckless affairs, and women falling at his feet, Veer had never believed in forever. Relationships were distractions. Beauty was temporary. Feelings were dangerous. What he had with Nayantara wasn't love either - it was loneliness disguised as attachment. Toxic. Messy. Doomed. But their broken relationship left him with one beautiful miracle. His daughter......Nisha Raizada. And for the first time in his life, Veer wanted to be better. Not a flirt. Not a sinner. Not the man his past defined him as. But a good father. Now juggling work, family responsibilities, and frequent travel, Veer searches for a live-in nanny - someone to care for Nisha while he struggles to balance the life he never thought he deserved. He expects efficiency. Discipline. Experience. He doesn't expect her. Meera patil.....A quiet woman in simple kurtas and jeans. No makeup. No glamour. Half her face hidden behind a dupatta. Eyes that avoid mirrors. Scars she never talks about. A divorcee. A survivor of a bad marriage. A woman who stopped believing she was beautiful long ago. Yet on the very first day... Nisha runs into her arms like she's known her forever and Veer finds himself watching. Not because she's stunning. Not because she tries to impress him. But because she's gentle. Safe. Real. For a man who once chased perfect faces, he now finds his heart drawn to the one woman who hides hers. As a scarred past meets a scarred soul, two broken people slowly discover something neither of them thought they deserved- Not desire, Not obsession. But quiet, healing love. Because sometimes...the most beautiful hearts are the ones the world tried hardest to break.

In the quiet town of Dehradun, where the mountains breathe old stories and the winds carry forgotten names, a baby's cry pierces the silence..changing everything. Rudra lives with a past buried in shadows and a ten-month-old child clinging to hope. Aadhvita, soft-spoken and shrouded in silk, is thrust into his life not by choice, but by a twist of cruel fate. She doesn't know his truth. He doesn't understand her silence. And yet, their hearts begin to stir... cautiously, like strangers drawn to a familiar song. But behind the lullabies, there are secrets. Why did he leave everything behind? Why does the child look at her like he's known her forever? And what happens when two broken people start to build something real-while the world watches, whispers, and waits? "Love didn't knock. It quietly walked in, holding a baby." A tale of love unasked for, of a bond born in shadows, and the kind of quiet longing that never leaves once it arrives.

Vaidehi Mehra had loved once-and lost more than she could bear. Betrayed by the man she trusted and wounded by the family meant to protect her, she walked away from the ruins with only one reason to keep going: her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Esha. Esha's laughter, tiny hands, and unquestioning love became the fragile thread holding Vaidehi's broken heart together. Marriage was never meant to be part of her story again. Not after the betrayal. Not after the whispers. But one careless photograph and one malicious rumor are enough to undo everything she rebuilt. What begins as office gossip spirals into public scandal, dragging her dignity through headlines and threatening her career-and worse, her daughter's future. When reputation becomes survival, a solution is offered. Simple. Strategic. Respectable. Marriage. Vikram Khanna is the last man Vaidehi would ever choose to depend on. A self-made billionaire, disciplined, distant, and fiercely private, he has built his empire alone-and planned to keep his life that way. Their union is nothing more than damage control: a contractual arrangement designed to silence speculation and restore order. But neither of them accounts for Esha. With her innocent eyes and fearless affection, Esha becomes the quiet bridge between two guarded adults. As Vaidehi struggles with scars from her past and Vikram maintains the emotional walls that have always protected him, the boundaries of their arrangement begin to blur. What starts as strategy slowly begins to feel like shelter. What begins as obligation starts resembling belonging. A Home We Didn't Plan is a story of resilience before romance, of a child's innocence melting the coldest defenses, and of two people who never intended to build a family-yet may discover that love sometimes grows where it was never meant to. (The chapters are edited with the help of Chatgpt) Rankings: #2 on wattpadindia (29.03.2026)

One night. One mistake. One life-altering consequence. When Ira Kapoor, a girl born into wealth and perfection, wakes up to two pink lines and a blurry memory, her carefully curated world unravels. The father? Anirudh Sharma-a grounded, soft-spoken manager at an event firm, older than her by a few years and miles apart in lifestyle. Neither love nor even friendship ties them together. Only a moment of impulsiveness they never meant to share-and a child they never planned to create. Forced into a sudden marriage to preserve her family's honour, Ira finds herself in a modest home, far from the comforts of her past and with a man she barely knows. Her heart resists, her pride rebels. Middle-class life feels suffocating, and Anirudh's quiet existence is a world she doesn't understand. But beneath the surface of their mismatched lives is something unexpected-kindness that doesn't demand, patience that doesn't waver, and a slow-burning bond that begins to take root. As monsoon skies roll above and the seasons shift, so do their hearts. Love doesn't arrive in grand gestures-it seeps in gently, through shared cups of tea, silent understanding, and the quiet promises of two people learning to walk a path they never chose, but might just learn to call home. Under the Same Sky is a tender, evocative tale of accidental beginnings and unexpected love-where two strangers become partners, parents, and perhaps... soulmates. "They weren't a fairytale-but under the same sky, they learned how to write their own." ❤️ (The chapters are edited with the help of Chatgpt) Started : 22 June, 2025 Rankings: #1 in destiny - 15.02.2026 #1 in richgirl - 24.03.2026

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

Reyansh raichand, at age 31 stood as the most feared buisness man ruthless mafia king and a divorced father of 2 teenage son's who hate woman's but he was once a man capable of loving deeply but betrayal turned him cold emotionally detached from both emotions and his children But despite everything he has a soft heart for his children but couldn't express His son's Navyansh and nirvaan Children who had built wall so high no one can reach them Children who had learned early that people leave and promises don't stay Then , He saw her With the same silence that matched theirs A woman who had carried past After her sister and brother in law death she had to take care their son Now, At 25 she had held her 7 years old son if that was reason to survive He want her His son's couldn't accept her and her son In middle her son who is very mature and intelligent for his age want to protect his mother And in a house where silence ruled, where love had been broken and buried Something begins to shift slowly and silent But changing Can aditi change the harsh realities of raichand household? Will they accept them??

Excerpt I got a peace offering. And Ice cream. The message popped up again. His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore. Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge. Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling. Shall I leave? Ansh did not respond. Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts. Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside. Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him. Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted. Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath. "You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears. Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.

When tragedy takes away the only protector she had left, eighteen-year-old Evara is forced into the role of a sister, guardian, parent... all at once. With nothing but grief in her pocket and her little brother holding her hand, she runs to Jaipur-the city tied to her father's forgotten past and the place where her mother's story first began to fracture. It's supposed to be a fresh start. A quiet escape. A chance to rebuild what was broken. But some pasts don't stay buried. Evara has always known one dangerous truth: the name of the man who gave her life... and the reason she is never allowed to claim it. One choice, made years ago, erased her from his world completely. A choice that kept her safe-from a powerful family, and the family-from a truth that could shatter the fragile life they've built for themselves. Invisible. Untouchable. Unspoken. She was never meant to be found. But what Evara doesn't know is that maybe, she already was. Her biological father and his wife have spent years searching for the woman they lost-not to destroy her life, but to mend what was broken. To ask for forgiveness. To fix what guilt has never let them forget. And now, in the crowded lanes of Jaipur, where old memories bleed into new beginnings... fate doesn't just knock. It crashes in. Secrets resurface. Loyalties fracture. And Evara is pulled into a world she was never meant to enter-where every truth comes with a price, and every choice risks the only family she has left. Because sometimes, the people you're running from... are the same ones who've been running toward you all along. And in the end, Evara must decide- stay in the life that raised her... or step into the one that was written in her blood.

When fierce, guarded Sitara and her hopeful younger soul sister Mahima leave their Shimla orphanage for a prestigious Mumbai school, they expect a fresh start. But fate has other plans. From bullies and buried secrets to unexpected allies and painful family ties, Sitara must navigate a world that once abandoned her-and now refuses to let her forget. Can she protect Mahima, confront the siblings who turned their backs, and find her own place in a world built to keep her out? A powerful tale of resilience, betrayal, and the unbreakable bond of sisterhood. credit This beautiful cover was created by @livelyminnie Ranking 5th #family(2/8/2025) 1st #stepsister(3/8/2025)

#𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 Have you ever wanted something so destructive that it feels like your insides are burning with hatred? Yet, ironically, you long to fall apart and be shattered by this destruction. But is it really destruction, or the beginning of something inevitable? Something specially designed to be a your ruin. He broke me, shattered my soul, and then just sat by, letting me ruin him. He was satisfied, and so was I. We healed, only to break again. We understood it, we are meant to be each other's, an obsession. I am his obsession and so is he mine. We are together until we will be buried dead inside the heaven of sins. ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ ~Amani x Zeeshan [all of my books can be read in any order, even though they mention the characters from other stories, but they are not linked]