In a dynasty of doctors obsessed with saving lives, Viraj Vashisht is the only one who knows how to build a life worth living. Viraj Vashisht is the "spare." Sandwiched between an arrogant older brother who is a celebrated Nephrologist and a pampered younger brother studying Neurology, Viraj is the family's quiet disappointment. He is a Landscape Architect-a man who speaks in blueprints and blooms rather than medical jargon. In the chaotic, high-society Vashisht household, his voice is rarely heard, and his presence is barely felt. Manpreet Kaur is a woman of secrets. To the world, she is the dutiful daughter of a dying father, holding her grief behind a serene smile. But in the quiet of the night, she is "Preety"-an anonymous, bestselling author whose words have touched thousands. When her father's stage-four diagnosis forces a heartbreaking promise, she agrees to a marriage of convenience to secure her future. Her father doesn't choose the successful doctor or the brilliant student. He chooses Viraj. Thrust together into a marriage neither asked for, Viraj and Manpreet find themselves drowning in the noise of the Vashisht family's judgment. But as the insults mount and the grief deepens, they discover that their silence is not a weakness-it is a language only they share. When the world tries to tear them apart, the "gardener" and the "storyteller" must decide: will they remain in the shadows, or will they finally raise their voices to protect the sanctuary they've built together? A story of two quiet hearts finding their rhythm in a loud world.

He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

" Why ? Do you have any issues with it ? Are you feeling jealous over those girls whom I slept with ? " he laughed cynically looking straight into my eyes. Those eyes sends shivers down my spine. I remained silent with my trembling body. " You...... I told you several times..... be in your limits. Then what was that drama ? " He raised his eyebrows and gave me a pathetic look. Before I could say something his right hand fell on my face. I expected a slap so I shut my eyes tightly. " You are sold to me girl, you know what does that mean..... right ? " I squealed with pain when he squeezed my cheeks pressing my head towards the wall behind me. " Don't try to act smart if you don't want your family to end up on road. People who cheats me.... Neither I won't let them live even by begging on streets " he came more close to my face and continued " Nor..... I won't let them die. " I looked at him with my bloodshot eyes. I couldn't find a bit of humanity in him. Sometimes I wished he could see my pain. " You can just watch them by becoming a helpless daughter who can only cry. But always remember don't even dare to make a sound " he patted on my cheeks with a dirty scoff and pushed me like a trash. " Dev........ " I heard his lover calling him by banging on the door. He stood in front of me like a huge pillar and corrected his suit perfectly not leaving a fold. " Follow me like an obedient wife " before opening the door he ordered not even bothered to look back. I quickly stood from floor and corrected my face to become his perfect wife. Again I am going to be on stage to perform my character as Mrs Devadatta Pratap Singh Rathore Behind the success of every man there will be a woman, in same way behind his failure also there will be a woman's hands. Things get dirty when that hand belongs to his wife itself. She never intended to hurt anyone but the wound inside her heart was something deep and she had to hurt him........ because he is a beast.

Tarana Dheer. A young woman living alone in the bustling metropolitan city of Mumbai, trying to make her mark in the tough world of corporate PR in the world famous DeGlobal Corporation, while searching for an ideal place to call home. At work she is forced to work with the mysterious and intriguing Jeet, who tries hard to stay under the radar, just like her. What secrets are Tarana and Jeet hiding? How will their secrets affect each other? Join Tarana in her journey as she weaves her way through treachery, deceit and heartache to live her life on her own terms and find her perfect home forever.

"Not fair" she whispered breathlessly. " You're only supposed to look" "Is that right? " his voice was teasing, but thick with passion. " Well, I don't play fair baby" After meeting unexpectedly and becoming marooned together during a blizzard in the wild South of New Zealand, warring Delhi neighbors Raman and Ishita, who profess to hate each other, discover a mutual all consuming passion. Each tries to resist the other, but when their lives collide again in Delhi, the inevitable happens. This is the story of the righteous and softhearted Dr Ishita Iyer and the cynical, embittered and temperamental Raman Bhalla, and their mutual love for Raman's daughter, Ruhi, which acts as a catalyst to bring them together. This story explores their discovery of love, passion and desire, and how they fight the odds, their pasts, their warring families and even themselves, to create a life together. This FanFic is based on the characters from the Indian Television series Yeh Hai Mohabbatein, but takes a completely different tangent after the story of the first month of the show. I pick up the tale after the CEO function, when Ishita confronts Raman during his TV interview, after he has her parents arrested due to a misunderstanding. A variation of this story was first published on India Forums between 2015 - 2018. This Wattpad version has been re-written in parts to explore Raman and Ishita's sensual journey towards happiness, and unabashedly celebrates their fiery physical attraction. If sensuality is not your thing, give this one a miss. Otherwise, read on. Some dialogues in Hindi - ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS PROVIDED Some parts have mature themes and content - READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. SOME CHAPTERS ARE PRIVATE. TO READ PLEASE FOLLOW. Cover by Gan.

"This is Rumaan's child" I heard mama said. I didn't look up at her. I keep my head lowered. because I didn't have the courage to face her. "This is not my child," he said abruptly. I looked at him with wide eyes. I was beyond shocked. What he just said. Did I hear him right? No, he can't say that. How can he? But as he looked away from me, my heart beats stopped. my breath hitched. And that's where he broke me completely "HOW DARE YOU RUMAAM" mama yelled and slapped him. "Mama..." he was shocked that his mother slapped him " don't call me mama.," she yelled and was about to hit him again but I stopped her "no mama," I said and they all turned to me I slowly get up and went in front of them " he's right.. this is not his child" I put my hand on my stomach and said I had tears in my eyes but I did not let them fall in front of him whom I loved with my everything because now I was tired of crying for his love. I was blind. Blind by love but not anymore. Everyone looked at me shocked even Rumaan couldn't believe what I just said ★★★ Hana Rafeeq Mirza a beautiful innocent kind-hearted 20 years old girl Everyone loves cared and respect her but the one she loves since childhood her cousin her love of life, didn't love her neither he respects her. Rumaan Ahmed Mirza a hot handsome and flirt 23 years old boy. He was famous as a playboy in America. He never cared for those things which he gets easily and that's what Hana whom he got so easily. And he just wanted to get rid of her at any cost. He knew that Hana was crazy for him that's why he always took her advantage. Will Rumaan ever realize his mistakes or if he realised it will be too late??? Want to know?? Yes? Then join their journey with me Warning: this is my first story and English is not my mother tongue. so it maybe has a lot of grammar mistakes. So read it at your own risk Started: 26/1/2020 Finished:16/6/2020 #1 in heartbreak #4 in betrayal #3 in spiritual #1 in innocent #1 in spiritual

❝What sin did I commit in my past life that I have to tolerate you in this life?" "A very grave one for which you're still paying." She replied in an overexaggerated manner. "You're too stubborn." He gritted out. "You're too obsessed." "You're the most annoying, obnoxious and bratty person I've met in my twenty seven years of life." He said, provoking her. "And you're the most narcissistic, petty and irritating person I've met in my twenty six years of life." She retorted. "You are too childish." "You are too stuck up." "You- fuck!" He cursed. "It feels like a comedy circus with us hurling abuses and insults at each other." He said tossing his head back and rubbing his hand over his face tiredly. "Can't help when we've a clown in your form.❞ ~ Highest Rankings : #1 in understanding #1 in emotions #1 in emotional #2 in drama #9 in romance

After killing the beautiful soul mercilessly by his physical and mental and verbal and sexual assaults, Aksh found the intense urge to punish himself. The urge was so intensely drumming in his heart that he found himself getting relief by inflicting pain on himself-the one who had made his "Mehak" a living dead. He longed to punish the monster inside him as painfully as possible, the monster who had ruined his Mehak's soul. Ruined his innocent midnight-honey eyed angel. He had scarred her for eternity and now he's determined to bestow himself with double amounts of scars and pain and grief. He doesn't want her forgiveness. Rather pain. Cause for the life of him he couldn't forgive himself, let alone having his Angel forgive him. He wishes to strangle his soul in the regrets of breaking her till it dies. He wishes to bear pain till it makes up for the torture he inflicted on his innocent angel. He hates himself with same intensity as he loves his Mehak, endlessly. Love for his Mehak and hatred for himself to the extent of making himself writhe painfully in his self inflicted torture cause he has broken her-His Fragile Rose. And now it's time to break himself. Twice as much, if not more. Maybe until he dies. [[[!!!!CAUTION-----HIGHLY TRIGGERED SCENES! READER'S DISCRETION ADVISED! A DARK STORY! ABUSIVE! SELF HARM SCENES! DON'T READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE SUCH SCENES. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND TO NOT READ, IF YOU'RE FRAGILE HEARTED!!!!!!!]]] You've been warned. ~~

Thank you my anonymous reader for the beautiful cover ❤️ I love you ❤️ Dr Sanchi Prabhu's life had been a roller coaster ride. Being Sydney's finest Gynaecologist she had never thought of returning back to her country until she was emotionally blackmailed by her family She never wanted to come back to India. She was running away from her past. Since years!!! But she was trapped when her parents asked to take over the hospital which her aunt Riya invested in Dhaulpur. Dhaulpur...A small village in Punjab which had Sanchi's most beautiful yet most painful years of childhood. After all Dhaulpur meant... Memories... Friends Memories... First Crush Memories... First Love Memories... GULMOHAR!!! and HIM... Nishchay Mehra!!! Her haunting past! 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.

"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)