She died. He killed her - with his mistress by his side. The woman who gave up everything for love... was reborn to rewrite her fate. This time, she won't forgive. This time, she will rise.

She had everything- A glittering skyline at her window, parents who adored her, a lover who swore the stars would bow to her smile. At twenty-eight, Aarika Singhania ruled her empire-a company she'd built from dust and ambition. She was everything which a girl dreams of. Her life was perfect. Too perfect. Until one night-screeching tires, shattered glass, and then-nothing. When she opened her eyes again... the world wasn't hers anymore. A cramped bedroom. Faded walls. Two small faces staring at her with tear-filled eyes- "Mommy?" Her reflection in the cracked mirror was a stranger-twenty-one, tired, beautiful in a way that carried pain. A ring on her finger, a man's shirt hanging on the door, and two toddlers calling her mother. The CEO of a billion-dollar company... now a young wife in a life she never lived. Who was the woman she replaced? Where did her own body go? And can she return to the world that once bowed to her name- or is she destined to rewrite her fate in this borrowed skin? Her heart says it's a second chance. Her mind whispers it's a trap.

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚 never imagined that her first year of college would begin with a marriage she wasn't prepared for... And definitely not with 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 - the campus heartthrob, gym freak, extrovert, and the boy every girl dreams of. She is shy, soft, and chubby. He is bold, confident, and terrifyingly handsome. Two opposites. One unexpected marriage. A secret that no one in campus can know. But the more they hide... the closer they fall. Because sometimes, your stranger husband becomes the only person your heart chooses. Tropes: • Arranged marriage • Secret marriage • Sunshine × Grumpy • College romance • Age gap • Possessive ML • Shy FL • Slow burn • Forced proximity • Hidden relationship ⚠️ Warnings: • Mature themes • Slowburn romance • Jealous/Possessive moments • Family drama • Light emotional scenes

Vaidehi Rajguru is soft where the world has been cruel. Betrayed by the man she loved, used, and humiliated, she is left carrying a lie that was never hers-that she was only good for one night. Scarred but still standing, Vaidehi isn't searching for love anymore-only for a way to breathe without shame. Rudra Vardhan is control wrapped in darkness. An alpha who doesn't believe in permanence, emotions, or second chances. One day-that's all he allows himself. One indulgence, convinced that desire will fade and attachment will dissolve. But Vaidehi is not something he can walk away from. As a stalker's shadow begins to close in, threatening to unravel her fragile sense of safety, Rudra's restraint starts to fracture. What begins as possession without touch turns into something far more dangerous-devotion. The kind that watches, guards, and claims without permission. This is a slow-burn, steamy romance filled with unspoken longing, emotional healing, and rising suspense-where love doesn't rush, but consumes... and where being claimed doesn't always require a touch.

Is love a thread or merely a stitch? Is love the deep and unbroken connection that sustains over time like a thread or a temporary hold as a stitch? ***** Some love stories are written in fire. Theirs was stitched in silence, frayed at the edges, tangled in pride, yet never truly torn apart. Vibha is the thread, steady and strong, carrying the weight of her dreams and the hopes of everyone who looks up to her. She moves through life with grace and purpose, always holding things together even when it's hard. Bhadri is the stitch. Sometimes loose. Sometimes tight. Never perfect. He wanders in and out of moments, sometimes careless, sometimes forgetful, but never unwilling to try again. She's the girl who shows up for everything and he's the boy who runs late even to his own life. She loves him like a strong thread. Not for what he could become but for who he already was beneath the clutter of his lazy world. For the heart that stitched every cut it caused slowly, sincerely. Bhadri never loved in grand gestures. He stitched. With a hand-written note slipped under her door. With her favourite tea brought to her after a long day. With the way he sat beside her, without a word, when she needed silence more than solutions. Their love story is not smooth or flawless. It's a delicate dance between holding on and healing, between breaking and binding. Because real love isn't just the endless thread that lasts. It's also the stitches. Small acts of care, quiet repairs made over and over again, the promise to stay even when things unravel. She was the thread that kept them from falling apart. He was the stitch that tried to make it whole again, every single time. This is not a perfect love story. It's a fragile one. A real one. Of threads broken, and stitches made. In between these threads and stitches, Vibha and Bhadri find their love-imperfect, enduring, and deeply theirs. ****** •South-Indian story. •May contain grammatical mistakes. •Mature content.

He wants her body, not her heart. She wants to silence the world. 💍 "We signed papers, not hearts... but fate had other plans." She never believed in love. He never believed in trust. One desperate deal, one binding contract-and suddenly they are husband and wife. What starts as a cold, calculated arrangement soon spirals into something neither of them expected: stolen glances, forbidden desires, and a war between pride and passion. But contracts have clauses, and love... has no expiration date. Will they survive the rules they made, or will the fine print ruin them forever?

She is Chirpy He is Calm She yearns for love, trust and concern towards her He has everything but somewhat lacking in his life It's a plus size girl story , where you'll get to know how much she has suffered from her demons

A cute and steamy love story :) She called a number painted on stone... and destiny picked it up.

He married her. He loved someone else. She loved only him. Seven years of marriage. One child. Zero confessions. When the woman he once loved returns, everything Suhani tried to bury threatens to resurface. The truth. The heartbreak. The night that changed everything. But sometimes, love doesn't come with fireworks. Sometimes, it waits in silence-until the moment you finally look back. We hit ✨ #1 India #1 angstwithhappyending #1 trending #1 arrangedmarriage #1 secondchances #1 adorable #1 emotionalromance #1 marriage-of-convenience #1 loveaftermarriage #1 unrequited love #1 trianglelove #1 exgf #1 hidden love #1 heartbreaking #2 slowburnromance #2 grovel #2 familysecrets #2 slowburn #2 marriagedrama #2 desi #3 lovetriangle #3 other woman #4 womensfiction #5 pregnancy #6 adorable #7 Wattpad #7 womanpower #8 forcedmarriage #9 selfdiscovery © Kiara Gilbert. All rights reserved. This work is protected under DMCA and international copyright law. Do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt any part of this story without explicit written permission. Unauthorized use will result in immediate DMCA takedown notices, reporting, and, if necessary, legal action. I appreciate every genuine reader, please respect the time, effort, and creativity that went into this work.a-

Say it again. "I love you..." He leaned in, so close she felt his breath, and whispered: "Never... Say that to me again." He's a ruthless lawyer with no heart. She's a café owner. He wants to break her. She won't back down. "You're going to ruin me," He whispered against her skin. Then his mouth finally found hers, slow, deep, consuming.