[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

Butterfly banogi , jaan? 🦋 " 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐣𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐟 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐞 𝐮𝐣𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧? 𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐞... 𝐘𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞? " ☾ Ishq ek aisa toofa hai, jo dard saath mein lata hai...I won't be able to give him anything but pain... ⋆༺𓆩🖤𓆪༻⋆ ☾ Aapki rooh se ishq kar baithe hain hum... Ab khud ki rooh ka janaza bhi uth jaye...To bhi koi ghum nahi... . . When love becomes TAPASYA , somewhere destruction starts She was all alone , she was cursed to stay alone . when she thought she had found her love , he betrayed her . and when the one to love her came destiny betrayed her " I am all yours , yours to love and yours to destroy '' he gave her everything but her traumas still overpowered her and the fear of losing him became reality

"𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙." ╰┈➤I looked up at him-bloody hands, white shirt soaked red. My reflection in the mirror mocked me, all dressed to celebrate our first anniversary. He lunged to speak, but I slapped him hard. "Aapne mujhe us raat bachaya hi kyu!?" I screamed, tears streaming. He stayed silent. My voice shook as I asked again, firmer. "Kyun?!" Then he yelled, his voice raw and desperate: "Kyunki... jaan ho tum meri!" I stumbled back as his hand slammed against the mirror, cracks spider-webbing across it. That was it. My heart shattered-and ached. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙... 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚. Rudraksh Rajput X Arohi Mehra 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Adhiraaj Vashisth or famously known as Rakshas (demon) in both business and Mafia world. He holds an unspoken reign over the Mafia in India and is known for his dangerous womanizing tendencies and possessiveness over his belongings. He mercilessly eliminates anyone or anything that obstructs his path or threatens his possessions, staying true to his fearsome nickname. Ankita Desai, a seventeen-year-old orphan, resides with her aunt who serves as the head maid in the Vashisth estate. The rakshas considers her a forbidden temptation, being innocent and naive. What could ensue if the rakshas were to fixate his gaze upon her, refusing to let her slip away? What if he were to seek to possess her in every conceivable manner, for nothing is quite as enticing as a forbidden fruit? Will Ankita manage to withstand the impassioned and disturbed obsession of the rakshas, or will she somehow escape his clutches and flee? First story in Wattpad with lot of grammatical errors. Trigger warnings in some chapters . Please vote , like and comment.

Tara Sen becomes President under a sky full of expectations and cameras that never look away. The world learns her voice, her smile, her strength. What it never sees is how quiet her life becomes once the doors close. Major Rishav Sarwal is always there. Close enough to hear her exhale. Trained to protect without attachment, he learns her rhythms, her silences, the things she never says out loud. Somewhere between duty and proximity, something shifts. It does not announce itself. It waits. In pauses. In glances that linger. In moments that feel too intimate to be accidental and too dangerous to be real. Neither of them knows when understanding turns into something else. Only that once it does, there is no turning back. And some lines, once crossed in the heart, cannot be uncrossed. P.S. All descriptions, scenes, and events in this story are purely fictional and written solely for the purpose of this story. The character and narrative may be inspired by the idea of an honourable officer, but they are not intended to reflect, represent, or comment on any real person's life, actions, or character. The individual who inspired this story is a respected and honourable officer, and this work exists only within the Wattpad fictional universe. No harm, disrespect, or tarnishing of reputation is intended in any form. All due respect and gratitude to warriors like him, whose service and integrity remain beyond fiction.

© His Noor -This work is protected under copyright. Unauthorized reproduction or sale is prohibited. Published again !Under editing! Brightness." That's what her name meant. Kaashvi-a daughter, a sister, a healer. Quiet and reserved, yet fierce when it mattered. She carried her family, her work, and the orphanage close to her heart. Her smile hid secrets, fears, and an unspoken longing for love. She tried to balance it all - her family, her life, her work, and the orphanage she cared for deeply. Her biggest supporter and her healer she completely relies on- her krishna To the world, everything seemed perfect. Her goals were clear: study hard, work honestly, and give her loved ones a beautiful future. But was it really as beautiful as it looked from the outside? And then-she met him. Aviraj Singh. The ruler. To the world, a ruthless businessman and a rising politician. Cold. Dangerous. Untouchable. But behind the walls, a boy who had been taught never to feel. They said he never earned anything; everything was handed to him. Some feared him. Some hated him. But no one truly knew him. He never thought anyone could see past the walls he built - until *she* did. She lived for others. He lived for control. Fate tied them in the most unholy way-at a temple, on a stormy night, in a forced marriage no one saw but them. Now bound together, will love break through their scars? Or will it destroy them both? Was it just a deal to be fulfilled, Leaving them both shattered - Forever? Can they look past the pain in each other's eyes? Can she find the love she's always dreamed of? Can he finally open up to someone - and be seen?

# Top1 in India ( 06/01/2026) # Top2 in India (05/01/2026 ) # Top7 in India (11,12/01/2026) # Top8 in India (11/01/2026) This is a short village story from 1980's era.. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) When twenty-year-old Gauri, a naive and soft-spoken village girl, suddenly found herself tied in marriage to Madhav, a twenty-five-year-old shy and gentle man who spent most his days from morning to evening working in the fields, neither of them knew where or how to begin. They were two inexperienced souls, bound by a relationship they didn't fully understand. Gauri had never imagined what kind of husband she wanted, nor had she ever dreamed of love the way stories described it. And Madhav? He was far too absorbed in his farm and his duty toward his widowed mother to think about marriage or women. His life began and ended with the soil beneath his feet and the responsibilities on his shoulders. Two strangers, unaware of love's language, now share the same roof. But destiny had other plans because somewhere in Madhav's past still lived a woman. The woman who once dreamed of a future with him. And when fate decides to bring that past back into his present,will time heal what love could not or will the past come knocking on the door of their fragile new beginning?

𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨... 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮. "𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲. "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙈𝙚𝙝𝙧𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙨, 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙮𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝘽𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙋𝘾𝙊𝘿, 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙗𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙪 𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙗𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙. 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 - 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛𝙛

[Under editing] 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 & 𝐕𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 Viana Singh wasn't supposed to fall for Vivaan Singhania-but she did. It was instant, irrational, and entirely one-sided. He was distant, reserved, and barely noticed her existence. But then, against all odds, they became friends. And Vivaan, who never let people in, started letting her closer. Feelings change, perspectives shift, and suddenly, the girl who once fell alone isn't the only one falling anymore.

✮⋆˙𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧✮⋆˙ ✮⋆˙𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚 𝐞𝐤 𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐥 "✮⋆˙