She was his home. He was her ruin. Fate never gave them a choice. In the fading light of the 1930s British Raj, with steam trains, whispered meetings, and a country on the brink of change, an Indian woman, Iravati Mittal, falls into a mad, irrevocable, insane, passionate forbidden love affair with her childhood British Friend - Adam Hughes. ......... knowing they are doomed, knowing the world will not let them stay. Beauty of Forbidden, unattainable Lovestories; They become unforgettable, immortal *_*

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Life rarely offers full illumination. We navigate it in half light, where truth flickers uncertainly, love bruises rather than heals, and redemption hides in the shadows.

Can one be fortunate enough to find true love a second time also? Or unlucky to lose again? Journey of a widow amidst storms to survive. A chance to have her own happily ever after

One believes in true love, the type when your heart misses a beat at a mere glance... he is waiting for someone with whom he falls in love at first sight. Other doesn't want to ever fall in love, or get in a relationship. He is everything she doesn't approve of. She is everything he doesn't want to associate with. But destiny brings them together. For the world, they are a perfect match... But are they?? Let's delve into another sea of emotions with Sameer Maheshwari and Naina Agarwal.

For some love happens at first sight. And for some it slowly grows over weeks, months and years. Whereas, Sameer and Naina can't recall a time when they didn't love each other. But love comes in many colors and shades. Will Naina allow Sameer to paint her in the color of his love? Can Sameer live in a world devoid of all the colors she embodies? Or will they create a vibrant, colorful canvas together? * Important * If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/SixteenAgain

Not your ordinary boss and secretary Love story. Introverted and formidably intelligent, Manal, the sole heiress to S.M. Emeer's multi-million dollar hospitality empire, expanded its success. But her world is carefully constructed, robotic, and monotonous. That is, until Raza Ebrahim arrives, a stark contrast to her boring self. A burst of sunshine into her meticulously ordered life. But is Raza the key to unlocking Manal's guarded heart, or just another illusion...

"Why don't you just get lost! I don't want to see your face ever again. Do you get it?" He stormed out of the room leaving her in tears. "If that's what you want, I'll give you just that." She meekly said to herself and got up from the floor. _______________ Nivan Arora was called cold-hearted, ruthless and arrogant businessman and he was all of that and some more. Love was not something that had high regards in his dictionary and he liked to be blissfully unaware of it. His strengths were his money, his impeccable style and his two best friends. Weakness? None! Dhwani Verma was called nothing because she wasn't important, at least not to her so called family. She loved to see the world through the tinted lens of her camera. That was her love language. Her strengths were her kindness, her opinions and her two cousins. Weakness? Same as above. _______________ What happens when people from two different worlds who had nothing to do with each other collide? Sparks fly all around. Like that of a firecracker. Like that of an Arson.

She was too young to see that she had fallen head over heels in love with the wrong boy. She genuinely tried her best to be his girlfriend until he left her when she was at her lowest. Was he the wrong one ? or did she meet him at the wrong time? Perhaps they were never means to be together. She learned the hard way that Love can't be bought. Because however hard she tried, she couldn't make him fall in love with her. Now when he seeks forgiveness, she avoids him. Has life dried out her love for him? or simply she has given up on Love? He feels guilty for his past deeds. He holds himself responsible for her situation. But is it Love? Still a tough question for him to answer Haunted by the Choices of Past