He married her for his son. He never meant to fall for her. But some hearts don't ask for permission. They just break the rules. Rudra Singh Rathore is ice-unfeeling, untouchable, and utterly devoted to the only person who matters: his abandoned two-year-old son. Love? Dead. Trust? Buried. All he needs is a mother for his child, not a wife. Enter Aadhya Verma-kind-hearted, steel-spined, and completely unprepared for the storm she's walking into. An arranged marriage. A broken family. A man who warns her not to hope. But Aadhya doesn't listen to warnings. And Rudra doesn't see her coming. She softens his silence. She becomes his son's entire world. And slowly, painfully... she starts to matter. This was never supposed to be love. But fate has no mercy-and hearts have no rules. When the walls fall, will he choose to love her... or lose her forever? Highest ranks: #1 in indian romance(MT) #1 in enimesturnedloversvibes(MT) #1 in healingtogether #1 in pastrelationships(MT) #1 in jealoushero #1 in traumahealing #1 in fathersonbond(MT) #1 in independentheroine #1 in Wattpad(MT) #1 in singledad(MT) #1 in loveafterpain(MT) #1 in indian(MT) #1 in pastrelationship #1 in slowburnromance(MT) #2 in Indian romance(MT) #2 in slowburnromance #2 in healingtogether #2 in independentheroine #2 in Wattpad(MT) #2 in emotionaltrauma #3 in pastrelationships #3 in fatedlove #3 in indian romance il #3 in singledad #3 in fatedlove #4 in fantasy #4 in singleparent #4 in breastfeeding ( MT) #5 in breastfeeding #8 in breastfeeding #8 in romance #3 in strongfemalelead #6 in indian #6 in romcom #3 in familydrama(MT) #4 in familydrama #4 in indian romance #7 in enimesturnedloversvibe #9 in slowburnromance #2 in indian #5 in Wattpad #9 in Wattpad #9 in familydrama #9 in slowburnromance #9 in pastrelationships #7 in pastrelationships #4 in pastrelationships #8 in arrange marriage

What happens when a girl set to marry an old man, but then story takes an unexpected turn! •Village Love Story •Age Gap •Possessive ML × Cute FL •Smut •Hot Steamy Romance •Forced Marriage •He fell first but she fell harder

ARVITH RAWALVANSHI is the King of Ranwada, the eldest son of a powerful royal family. Ranwada is a land rich in culture, wealth and everything that makes a kingdom strong. Arvith is cold-hearted by nature but a brilliant ruler. People say he doesn't even have a heart. They believe whoever marries him will be the unluckiest girl alive because he is known as a devil. He has no interest in love or marriage. But what happens when his family arranges his marriage to a girl who has nothing... and no one even knows she exists? Will he accept her or push her away? YASHIKA TRIPATHI is a girl who lives inside four walls not because anyone forces her but because she chooses silence. She speaks only when needed and sometimes not at all. She has no one to share her pain with. She wasn't always like this. Something in her past changed her completely. She doesn't know her purpose in life-until the day her family fixes her marriage with the King of Ranwada, Arvith Rawalvanshi. To Yashika, this feels like the end. How can she survive with a man known as a devil? Will she get the love she always craves? Will he ever accept her? And what turned her into this quiet, broken girl? Step into a world of power, silence and longing-where destiny writes its own story.

#Top 4 in India (02/11/2025) So before starting the story... I'm gonna say one thing that, it's my 2nd book after One-sided love from childhood... 𝙎𝙤 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮!! 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝𝙝♡!!! I'm so excited!! Youll want single dad trop book so badly so that's why l'm realising a new yet short book on trope single dad!! So I hope you'll love this book...And i Didn't decided the trops yet😭...i'll inform when 'Il decide the tropes.. And I'll post everything on Wattpad tomorrow♡ ♡ 𝐑𝐚𝐣 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐗 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥 ♡ DON'T COPY ANYTHING FROM MY BOOK!!⚠️

"Dekha?" His voice was cold...too calm for the chaos he'd created. His fingers dug into her arm as he spoke again, sharper this time. "Ye sab jhoot nahi tha. Tumne sirf mera time waste kiya" Suhani's eyes widened, disbelief flooding her trembling body. Tears escaped her eyes, one after another, as though her heart had finally found a way to bleed. "Nahi..." she whispered, her voice breaking under the weight of his name. He let out a low, mocking laugh. "Tum sirf mere time pass ke liye thi" he said, each word falling like shards of glass. "Aur jab sab mera hai... tum kisi kaam ki nahi" Her knees weakened as he pushed her away. The world around her blurred, but the faces in front of her were all too clear...the same people she once called her own. The same faces that once smiled with her, now smirking at her ruin. "You can't do this..." she pleaded, her voice trembling. "Please" He looked away, a smirk curling on his lips. It wasn't the first time he'd hurt her...but this time, it felt final. This wasn't the first time he'd hurt her. She had endured it all... the humiliation, the harsh words, the endless nights of tears. But betrayal... that was something even her heart wasn't ready for. She once believed that silence could heal him, that her love could soften his storms. But she was wrong. The people she loved were the ones who broke her. They whispered behind her back..."His personal plaything" "his timepass" "his mistake" And every time those words reached her, he told her it was fine... that the world was jealous... that this was love... That this is what love looks like. No it doesn't! But tonight, standing in front of the man she gave everything to, Suhani finally understood... Love wasn't supposed to feel like imprisonment. And this? This wasn't love at all. Ranks~ #2nd in Trend

"She married a man born of bullets and betrayal. And he claimed a bride who bleeds innocence like sin." Shanaya Gupta was the kind of girl men prayed for but devils hunted. Too sweet for the world she was forced into, too soft for the bed of a man who only knew how to ruin. Ishaan Singhania doesn't love. He possesses. And when he ripped her from the altar of a man unworthy of her skin, he didn't ask-he took. A forced wedding. A blood-stained sindoor. Now she sleeps beside the devil himself, unaware she married the reason the world burns. She's terrified of the dark. But he is the dark. And he doesn't care if she trembles when he touches her... as long as she never stops looking at him like he isn't a monster. But monsters get greedy. And when the sweetness he meant to destroy starts healing the hollow inside him, he begins to crave her. Protect her. Own her. Even if it means burning down everything-including her. She was supposed to be his weakness. Instead, she became his favorite sin. But when secrets bleed and scars resurfaces, when innocence meets obsession- what happens when the monster doesn't want to let his sunshine go? Enemies in a wedding bed. strangers tangles in fate. and a love so dark, it devours them both. A brutal, filthy, and painfully intimate descent into love, obsession, and the kind of darkness that doesn't ask for permission-it devours. This isn't a love story. This is a war. And she's both the prize and the battlefield.

𝗥𝗔𝗔𝗝𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀, 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. Born to rule, Shivaay Singh Shekhawat is ruthless, commanding, and dangerously ambitious. His father, a powerful union cabinet minister, has only one goal- placing Shivaay on the Chief Minister's throne. But power demands sacrifice, and alliances are sealed in blood... and marriage. Anamika Singhania grew up loving one man... Rudra, Shivaay's younger brother, the one who made her laugh, the one she dreamed of. But Rudra never saw her the way she burned for him. Now, fate has bound her to Shivaay, the man she fears... and the one who ignites something darker inside her. "I don't need your love, Anamika," Shivaay's voice is dark, sinful. "I need your obedience." "And if I refuse?" she whispers, anger laced with fear. "There are no refusals in politics. Only power." Rudra never wanted her... until she was no longer his to lose. "Anamika, you don't seem to understand my-" Rudra murmurs, as he reaches out, his hand hovering for a moment like he might touch her shoulder, might anchor her to something "I may not understand everything, Rudra... but I do understand one damn thing... People who once called someone their own don't get to exploit them like they never meant a thing. Like they were just a stepping stone." She cut him off before he could complete his sentence. Trapped between the man she always loved and the one who now owns her fate, Anamika must decide: fight for love, surrender to power, or risk being destroyed by both. Three hearts. Two brothers. One throne. 🚨 NO CHEATING 🚨 🔺 𝗣𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀. 𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿. 𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲. 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹. 🔺

𝓐𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 "He didn't touch me on our wedding night-not even a glance that felt like a beginning. I told myself I wouldn't fall. That I wouldn't love a man who kept the door to his heart bolted shut. But I did. In the way he said my name when he was tired. In the way he protected me without admitting it. I fell for a man who didn't want a wife. And every day, I wondered if being his wasn't enough to be his." ~ "I married her, not for love-but for peace. I told myself she was just a name on paper, not someone who'd turn my world upside down. I was cold, distant. Maybe even cruel. But she stayed. She smiled when I didn't deserve it. She made a stranger's house feel like something I wanted to come home to. And without warning-I fell. Now I can't look at her without wondering how I ever thought I could live untouched by her love."

His face dipped in the crook of her neck. She was caged in between the cupboard and his hand. His one hand was beside her head, and the one was on her waist. He inhaled deeply, his nose grazing the soft skin of her neck. She shivered and cluthched her saree tightly in her hands . He backed away slightly, only met her gaze as their eyes looked. The dominance, desire, and hint jealousy did'nt go unnoticed by her. His eyes moved to her lips, but as she took a deep yet shaky breath, he backed away slightly. His hands cuped her throat, and his fingers rubbed it softly. "𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭," he whispered, his voice laced with danger and his tone hiding something beneath it. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢 a man who belongs from the famous business family in India. He is not a sunshine type but a type who has the power to finish anyone just in the blink of an eye. He never wanted to marry in his late 20s his aim was to take his company on first place in an international market. 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐚 a woman who belongs from a very well-known business family she never had interest in her family business and her family respected that she is a graphic designer . She is a sunshine girl who is kind to everyone, and always has a smile on her face but what will happen when she is forced to marry aryan?? What wil happen when both the opposite will marry each other?? °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.