𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♬♩♪♩ [ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ] 𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 : A 30-year-old, 6'1", devilishly handsome man with a sharp jawline, broad shoulders, tan skin, brown eyes, and a chiseled six-pack physique that leaves women swooning. President of RK Groups, where work and friends mean everything to him. Once passionate about photography, he gave up his dreams to manage the family business after his younger brother became a lawyer. Rivaan is serious, responsible, and pragmatic but carries a deep resentment toward his circumstances. He was forced into marriage with a simple village girl, Preeti, due to his grandmother's insistence. Though he respects his grandmother, this marriage was never part of his plans, and adjusting to it will test his patience and resolve. ____________________________________ 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶 𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 : A 22-year-old village girl, standing 5'3", with an innocent, small, and cute face, a button nose, large brown eyes, and waist-length hair. Preeti is gentle, soft-spoken, and respectful of her elders. She has never ventured out of her village, where life was simple and her dreams modest. She accepted her arranged marriage without complaint, believing it to be her duty as a daughter, but she is unprepared for the challenges of life in a big city or the cold indifference of her husband. Despite her struggles, Preeti is determined to win over her new family and adapt to her unfamiliar world, but her journey will be anything but easy. ◦•●◉✿✿◉●•◦ ______________________________________ Don't forget to vote and comment 😁 Happy reading ❤️

The day her world shattered was the day his world came to life. She despised the very idea of marriage, while he cherished it like a dream. To him, it was a fairytale; to her, a nightmare. He fell in love with her without ever seeing her, yet she hated him from the moment they met. He was eager to marry her, but she feared the idea of marriage itself. When two opposing worlds collide, destruction is inevitable. But people forget-destruction is often the first step toward creating something new, something ethereal, something bursting with life. What happens when the ever-enthusiastic Arjun is set to marry Lakshika, a woman who not only dreads the marriage but also harbors resentment toward him for reasons he doesn't even know? What happens when the misunderstandings clear? Will they give each other a chance? But just when Arjun starts to believe they are getting closer, Lakshika reveals that she only agreed to the marriage because she liked his mother, not him. How will Arjun handle the whirlwind that is Lakshika? Every time he thinks he understands her, she surprises him yet again. As they navigate their journey as husband and wife, will they survive the seven sacred steps of marriage? Find out in Saptapadi: The Seven Steps of Love.

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A story of arranged marriage and how a normal girl with a lot of dreams life changed due to the unexpected marriage...... And how she is adapting to the new life.... whether her dream is achieved or not.... Peek into the story to know more.....

"If two people fall in love and their parents meet and get them married, we call it a 'love-cum-arranged' marriage. Then why can't we call an arranged marriage-where the couple falls in love during the process and eventually gets married-an 'arranged-cum-love' marriage?" So here's the discription you're looking for 👀 "Aditya Narayan Iyer is a brilliant, yet intensely reserved medical professor At AIMS Chennai, whose strict demeanor and unwavering dedication to his craft, conceal a complex and deeply guarded heart." "Mahalakshmi swaminathan is a sweet and bubbly medical student, who's a total goofball with friends, but gets a little nervous around new people, and secretly dreams of breaking free from her family's expectations to forge her own path". What if this strict professor got arranged to marry his not so good ( as he believed ) student. Previously known as "The traditional match" Trops(⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠) ✧ Age gap ✧ Arranged marriage ✧ Professor×Student ✧ Grumpy×Sunshine

🪞 #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟎𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 She wasn't saved. She was handed over quietly, cruelly, like a secret no one wanted to keep. Nitya was soft. Too soft for a world that carved love out of manipulation and called it care. Raised under a roof where tenderness was twisted and silence was survival, she learned that obedience was the only way to stay invisible. Especially when your own mother becomes the mask behind your undoing. So when Nitya is married off, not for love, not even for tradition, but for control she doesn't protest. She folds. Like she always has. Avayan didn't ask for her. He's all edges and ice unreadable, untouchable, and emotionally void. He only said yes because it was expected of him. But something changes in the stillness. Moments pass. And in between the ones where she's breaking quietly are the ones where someone stays. Not to rescue her. Not to hold her. Just to remain. And somehow, between the words left unsaid and the glances not meant to linger, a slow, aching tenderness begins to rise not loud, not sudden but real. This isn't a story of perfect love. This isn't a story of grand gestures or sudden passion. It's a slow, haunting unraveling - of a girl who was barely even hers, Yet, in a marriage built on duty, can desire turn into something more? Can Nitya find the courage to claim her place beside the man who teases and torments her with a tenderness she never knew she craved? And will Avayan, who never believed in love, realize that she was meant to be his all along? A slow-burning tension, stolen moments, and a love that was never supposed to happen-but refuses to be ignored. A quiet beginning. A burning middle. A love that doesn't save her- but teaches her how to choose herself, and him, at the same time. And the man who unknowingly teaches her how to belong to herself.

Aangan is the compelling prequel to Sharar, centred on the older generation of the Khan family. It explores the lives of the Khan brothers and their sister, each navigating the complexities of love, duty, and family values. Huzaifa Khan, the eldest son, is responsible yet somewhat domineering. Newly married to Rukhsar, an ideal wife who understands and upholds family values, Huzaifa often overlooks Rukhsar's deep love and efforts to please him, seeing them merely as her duties as the eldest daughter-in-law. Azlan Khan, the second brother, is smitten with Rubab from the moment he sees her at her sister's wedding. However, due to a misunderstanding, Rubab views him as a dishonourable person. Shahzain Khan, the third brother, is sent to America for higher studies by their father. There, he meets Khushnuma, and sparks fly between them. However, both are already committed to others by their families. Aangan delves into the value of family and the transformative power of love, illustrating how it can bring out the best and worst in people. It's a story about traditions, misunderstandings, and the deep bonds that shape and define us.

He's the heir to an empire. She's the quiet girl no one expected him to choose. Devank Mehra doesn't talk more than he needs to. Vani doesn't talk at all unless she has to. When an old family promise ties them together in an arranged marriage neither of them asked for, silence becomes their common language. But he watches everything. And she notices too much. In a world of expectations, power, and controlled emotions - something soft begins to unfold. This isn't love at first sight. It's a story of stolen glances, unspoken tension, and the slow unraveling of two people who were never meant to fall... but do anyway. 💍 An age-gap, slow-burn arranged marriage romance. 🥀 Where silence is not the absence of love... but the beginning of it. #romance #romanticfiction #lovestory #indianromance #fiction #love #romancewriter #arrangedmarriage #slowburn #agegapromance #dominantmalelead #shyfemalelead #silentlove #tension #emotionalromance #softgirl #slowburnromance #wattpad #wattpadindia #wattpadwriter #indianwriter #writersofwattpad #wattpadstory #wattpadromance #newonwattpad #readonwattpad

----- Meher sat on the edge of the bed, her back to Arhan. The room was silent except for the low hum of the AC. Her fingers trembled slightly as she took off her bangles. She hadn't cried when the doctor said it. But now, in the privacy of their room, everything felt real. "Meher..." Arhan's voice was quiet, almost hesitant. She didn't reply. He moved closer, sitting beside her, leaving a respectful distance. "I shouldn't have raised my voice earlier. I... I was frustrated, not with you. The surgery failed. I failed. And then... when I saw you in pain-" "You didn't even look at me properly, Arhan," Meher whispered, her voice cracking. "I didn't expect much, but... a little warmth?" Arhan clenched his fists. He had always prided himself on being composed, rational. But Meher's words struck something deeper. He turned to her slowly and took her hand. "I was scared too. That I'd lose you, or that you'd hate me for not being there during ..................... I didn't know how to process it all." Meher finally looked up, tears glistening in her eyes. Arhan leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead. "I'm with you now. Every step. Every pain. No more silence, okay?" She rested her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close for the first time-not as husband and wife by name, but by heart. Outside, the world moved on. But inside that room, something changed-something real, finally beginning. ----

Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.