She knows that she loves him from her childhood but she doesn't know that is her biggest mistake . She thinks that he is love her that way she do . But it's her misunderstanding . The time more pass ..the distance between us more . He becomes rude and cold towards me and always insults me . He is not the one who i love . I don't why . In our children we used to play and make promises but now he is even disgusted himself if i touch his things ..... If you want to know what happens!! Then you should read. I can say this story doesn't waste time when you read it .. Male Lead : Aarav Oberoi. Female Lead : Meera Sharma. =========🍁🍁🍁🍁========= The cover photo is not my . I take the photo from Google. English is not my first language . So , ignore my grammar article mistake . It's my original story . So , don't cover it . Or i have to take steps .

A ruthless devil meets a fragile angel. And the fire fell in love with the snowflake. Abhimaan Singh Rathore is not just the heir to the multi-trillionaire Rathore Empire-he is its storm. Feared by all, loved by none, he's a cold-blooded genius with an IQ of 280, a photographic memory, and the deadliest reputation in both the corporate world and the underworld. Known as Shadow, the most dangerous hacker alive, Abhimaan is a silent psychopath who doesn't blink before destroying those who cross him. Girls swoon at the sight of him, but he doesn't hesitate to humiliate or even threaten anyone who dares flirt with him. No one touches him. No one dares speak without permission. He is the crazy devil-and he likes it that way. Until Viha Sharma walks into his world. A soft-spoken, kind-hearted girl from the holy town of Haridwar, Viha is everything he's not. An orphan herself, she arrives in Mumbai on scholarship, with dreams in her eyes and Mahadev in her heart. Simple suits, big black almond eyes, long straight hair, and a voice as gentle as the wind-Viha wants nothing more than to write, read, and live peacefully. She is the kind of girl who prays before exams, drinks classic cold coffee, and hides her dance moves when anyone's watching. But destiny plays its card when the devil sees her-and wants her. She doesn't chase him. She doesn't flirt. She doesn't even know who he is. And that's what drives Abhimaan crazy. His control starts to crack. For the first time, the untouchable devil wants to be touched-but only by her. She's the only girl who could melt his cold heart... And the only one who might just destroy him.

This is the story of a lone wolf billionaire who longed for love and a lower middle class teacher who spent her life taking care of everyone except herself. --Aadarsh-- He wasn't the kind of billionaire people feared. No arrogance. No cruelty. No cold, heartless eyes. Just silence... and a heart that broke too young. At fifteen, he lost the only person who ever felt like home - his mother. And with her... he lost a part of himself he never found again. The world saw a calm, composed billionaire. But behind that quiet exterior lived a boy stuck in his past... carrying wounds no one could see. And then there was her. --Meera-- A girl from a struggling family, holding life together with trembling strength. A teacher in a small, unnoticed school. A daughter blessed with love, yet burdened with responsibilities. An elder sister praying every day for her younger sister to get healed soon. Soft. Shy. Gentle... yet stronger than she knew. Two lives shaped by pain. Two hearts that chose silence over words. What happens when a man who buried his emotions... meets a girl who hides hers behind quiet smiles? Some love stories are loud and chaotic. But theirs? It begins in silence... and slowly becomes everything they never knew they needed.

This is a story of a woman who struggles to make her living and an upper middle class man who is looking for a perfect life partner to whom he want to share his life with... . . . . An arranged marriage story of an understanding couple. No drama, no misunderstanding, no villains This is my first story so kindly support me to write further.

The story of Arjun and Divya continues.... "One campus, one secret, a thousand emotions". Arjun Krishna - 1st year MBA student. He is the popular and heartthrob guy of the college. He is rude, and arrogant to others but sweet and fun going guy to his and family to his friends and family like typical Wattpad heroes. Hates female interactions. " Love is a distraction and i can't afford it" Divya reddy - A bright student doing 1st year btech. She is an ambivert. She is beautiful both in and out. She loves to read novels and she enjoys baking. "With you, each distraction feels like a fleeting dream i never want to end" Certain conditions made them tie a knot. Will they accept this marriage?? If yes, then how they'll navigate?? If no, then what's going to happen?? To know it, dive into" campus vows"

Set in the 1980s, in a village where traditions hold more power than dreams. Tara-a young woman trapped by societal expectations, burdened by rejection, and scarred by loss. With nowhere left to turn, she finds herself at the edge of despair, questioning if there's anything left to fight for. Then there's Dhruv-a man who refuses to accept the world's injustices as fate. Practical yet defiant, he challenges the very beliefs that have kept Tara caged. When their paths collide on a fateful night, neither of them realizes that this meeting will change their lives forever. This is their story-a tale of love, defiance, and the struggle to break free from a society that refuses to change. But in a world where rules are set in stone, can love truly rewrite destiny? ☆ Warning - This story explores themes that may be sensitive or uncomfortable for some readers. It is entirely fictional and based on my imagination. Given its setting in the 1980s, in a rural village, certain events may reflect harsh societal realities. Reader discretion is advised.

The Nayak Brothers - Book 2 Omkar Nayak, 32 years old cold blooded, ruthless businessman was single, sexy yet a beast!!! For his family he was a big baby but his employees and the market called him a 'Demon!!!' After a terrible heartbreak he stopped believing in the concept of love. Mukta Joshi, 27 years old young, talented girl from a small village of Phulvaspura in Maharashtra wanted her father's ayurvedic medicines and herbal oils to be the household name but her father's untimely death broke Mukta as an individual leaving her all alone to fight against this cruel world. But what would happen when Destiny plays an unexpected game tying Mukta and Omkar in a knot and she becomes the... DEMON'S Secret Wife!!! After all Destiny has its own games... Disclaimer: Any resemblance to real persons or other real-life entities is purely coincidental. All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental Copyright Disclaimer: I don't own any rights of pictures used if any. They belong to the owners respectively.

Eighteen-year-old Bhakti- a fragile, innocent girl burdened with responsibilities far beyond her age. A sick mother. A drunkard father. Endless suffering, carried silently as she struggles to survive each day. One stormy night turns her life upside down. By morning, she steps out of an old, broken hut- wrapped in the coat of the village Sarpanch, Rudra Pratap Singh. She believes no one saw her. But within hours, she finds herself standing before the very man whose coat now clings to her trembling body. Rudra Pratap Singh. Twenty-seven. The powerful Sarpanch who never imagined he would spend a night in a forgotten hut outside the village. A broken car forced him to stay. But his helplessness dragged an innocent girl into chaos. A man whose heart had never beaten for any woman makes a sudden, calculated decision- to marry Bhakti. One is innocent. The other, shrewd (for World). For one, marriage is the beginning of life. For the other, it is merely a responsibility. But the real question remains- will Bhakti ever become Rudra Pratap Singh's devotion? Or will this bond be crushed between power, silence, and sacrifice? #1 in poorgirl 03-02-2026

This is the story of a girl from 1940s household... Parthivi stood by the doorway, fingers clutching her saree. The scent of turmeric and camphor lingered, remnants of rituals binding her to this house. Yet tonight, she felt more like an outsider than ever. These were the days when a woman was set apart, told she was impure, untouchable... reduced to dust brushed aside. She had lived through this in her father's house: a corner on the cold floor, a separate plate, silence heavier than any punishment. She had never questioned it. She had only learned to obey. But here... this was not her father's house. Her lips trembled. "Where... should I sleep? I... I am not allowed on the bed..." Aditya's gaze rested on her slight frame, noting the way she shrank before the world. Not fear of him, but fear of existence. "When you already reside in my heart," he said, calm, steady, "...how can a mere bed decide where you should lie, Ivi?" No defiance. No anger. Just quiet acceptance. Her breath caught. Slowly, she lifted her eyes, searching for mockery or dismissal. None came. Only a quiet certainty. In For the first time, she felt invited to simply be. The weight she carried, the silence she had endured, softened in that moment. Perhaps this was what it felt like-to be cared for, without expectation, without fear. And in the stillness, a fragile hope took root, small but undeniable: a crack in the silence, a first step toward trust, toward something deeper.

She was the bride and then she become a wife . The perfect life, the perfect family, the perfect wedding, the perfect partner. But things changed and she became the widow the very next moment in the same place she became a wife, a bride. She is cursed, she is widow. Nobody will take her or????? All copyright reserve to me. so dont think of copying my work. story contain mature themes. # 1 in REPLACED ON -12/09/25 #4 IN SOUTH INDIAN ON -12/09/25 # 17 IN SECOND MARRIAGE ON -12/09/25