-And in the middle of my chaos, there was you- Yashvi, a reserved and introverted young woman, finds herself married to Advik, a responsible and charismatic man belonging to a wealthy family. While Advik embraces their new life with enthusiasm, Yashvi struggles to open up and let go of her reservations. As their relationship unfolds, Advik's care, understanding and love begin to break through Yashvi's walls, drawing her out of her shell. Together, they navigate the complexities of their joint family and discover the joys of companionship and love. As Yashvi learns to embrace her own happiness and allow herself to be vulnerable, she and Advik embark on a journey of self-discovery and create a deep and meaningful connection that transcends their initial differences. Tropes: Arrange Marriage Green flag MMC CEO×Robotic Engineer Strong and soft leads Sad past Reverse Grumpy× Sunshine(only for her) Note: Some parts of story has mature content Cover Cr:Pinterest and Canva

She was the bride and then she become a wife . The perfect life, the perfect family, the perfect wedding, the perfect partner. But things changed and she became the widow the very next moment in the same place she became a wife, a bride. She is cursed, she is widow. Nobody will take her or????? All copyright reserve to me. so dont think of copying my work. story contain mature themes. # 1 in REPLACED ON -12/09/25 #4 IN SOUTH INDIAN ON -12/09/25 # 17 IN SECOND MARRIAGE ON -12/09/25

⚠️Highly Mature Content⚠️ (18+/21+ Audience only) #19 on Wattpad [21/01/26] SLOW UPDATES DUE TO BOARDS'26 "Chup chaap humari bitiya se byaah lo, daroga... varna jiss taesh se aaye the naa ussi taesh mein apne jigri dost ki laash saath lekar jaaoge." ("Quietly marry our daughter, officer... or else, the same rage you came here with, you'll return with your best friend's corpse alongside you.") An IPS officer. That's what I am. Stoic, trained to face gunfire without blinking, to stare criminals in the eye. And yet, here I stood in a mud-stained courtyard, stripped of power, cornered by men who didn't fear the law. Is this real? An officer dragged into a pakdua byaah like some helpless boy? With a village girl-barely literate, cloaked in shyness and fragility? Me-a divorced man, father to a one-year-old daughter who waits for me to come home? Nothing about it fit. And yet everything about it was true. Because my best friend-my brother in every sense-sat tied to a chair across from me. His hands bound, his eyes defiant, and three guns pointed to his head. Aarish. Soon to be a father himself. Husband to Suhani, who was as much my sister as blood could make her. What was I supposed to do? Marry or rebel? The choice was never mine. I whispered, almost ashamed: "Main talaaqshuda hoon... aur ek beti ka baap bhi." ("I am divorced... and also the father of a daughter.") She looked at me with steady innocence: "Nahi... ab aap ek shaadi-shuda insaan hai. Aur hum uss bachi ki maa hai." ("No... now you are a married man. And I am that child's mother.") TROPES City Boy × Village Girl IPS × Illiterate Forced Marriage / Pakdua Byaah Second Chance at Love Stepmother Role Found Family Traumatic Past Grumpy × Sunshine Duty vs Desire Single Father Romance Slow Burn Romance Innocence Meets Experience

9 august 2025 :- top 1 from top 10 india 17 august 2025 :- top 2 from top 10 india 25 october:- top 3 from top 10 india 30 october :- top 6 from top 10 india 17 feb 2026:- top 2 from top 10 India ***************************************** Warning Mature story "Aap na bahut bure hai," a four-year-old girl said while pouting. "Main bura hoon? Kitni baar bola hai, hone wala pati hoon tera. Samajh nahi aata? Phir se 'bhaiya' bola na, toh maarunga," the ten-year-old boy replied. Her eyes filled with tears. "Me... ri... galt... i ha... i, ma... ne bola tha ki..." she stammered, crying. His heart clenched at the sight. "Accha, chup ho ja. Tofee khayegi?" he offered gently. She instantly smiled and nodded.

Love is all they had. But now it's nothing but hate for him now. They had a son, Ekam - the symbol of their oneness, he is the living and breathing reminder of her. But Ekam is is life, his reason to breath.

She had no one left to talk to. So she talked to him - a man who would never reply. For five years, Vaanika Subramaniam poured her soul into the DMs of a stranger. Not for attention. Not for love. Just to survive. To feel like someone, somewhere, might be listening. To the grief clawing at her chest. To the rage of growing up in a house that fed on silence. To the pain of being a girl the world tried to break - gently, slowly, and then all at once. That stranger? Ekaansh Vashisth. Actor. Icon. Lie. India's most beloved face - with a smile curated to perfection and eyes that forgot how to feel. At 34, he's drowning under fame, betrayal, and the unbearable noise of being wanted by everyone but loved by no one. Until one night - In the haze of heartbreak and insomnia - He opens his DMs. And finds 20,000 messages. From her. Messages that read like confessions. Like poetry. Like someone saw him without ever looking. And for the first time in years - he listens. While he is finally heard. What begins as curiosity becomes obsession. Because her whispers sound like home. Because she was unraveling - and he was the thread she didn't know she was clinging to. - This is not a love story. This is two broken people whispering into the void - and somehow, finding each other there. An age-gap slow burn. A story of unseen love, aching silence, and the way two strangers can unknowingly become each other's lifeline.

....A son of powerful, wealthy Sarpanch. I belong to a wealthy rich family who live in this village that is the largest one in this whole empire of Ujjain. A family that should be my love, warmth, and comfort ; but nothing like that here exist. I'm Chandra Singh Rathore, the elder brother whose marriage happened after all three younger brothers. You know why? Cause my legs have paralysis and I can't walk in my whole lifetime. Guilt. Anger. Depression. Everything has been subsided in me since childhood. I am a weak man. Very weak man who doesn't even have a true dignity in society. Sitting over the charpai of our house outside the courtyard, I think - today is my wedding night with my wife- Mohini. But the question is, how will I would make her satisfied? How will I make the satisfaction of her sex desires? A man who can't even walk, how will he protect her wife? The last question is : the marriage in which neither I give consent nor she will work? How can a forced marriage work? Mature || 18+

NEEDS EDITING He had loved her since the day he had seen her. He was always there, watching her from a distance, witnessing her happy and sad moments. His heart had only longed for her. She believed that love is an illusion, true love doesn't exists. Love destroys hearts and homes, but she was unknowingly falling for him. Her efforts of ignoring him, not loving him never worked and at last she fell for him, hard. He healed a piece of her soul that he never broke, made her believe that love exists and it is the most blissful feeling in the world. He made her his, Adhyay's Akriti

When Serena enters a new workplace, she has one rule; stay focused- no matter what. It soon turns out to be easier said than done when she meets her new boss. Valentino is strict, the epitome of difficult and much to her dismay; unbelievably fucking hot. She's determined to ignore the attraction she feels to him for the sake of keeping her job. But what Serena doesn't know is that Valentino can't get her out of his his head. He thinks about her everywhere. He feels captivated by her. He wants her. And he hates every moment of it.

"What the hell??" I shouted watching him standing at the door all smirking "Won't you invite me inside?" He asked me with a smirk dancing on lips I am about to bang the door on his face and stopped on track listening to my brother "Mr. Kohli what a surprise please welcome", my brother invited him into the house saying 'sorry' for my act He entered the house not taking his eyes of me which made me gulp the lump in my throat and many questions raising in my head.. Who is he? Why is he behind me? Join the Journey of two people who fought many battles in their past, faced struggles and trying to find their missing pieces.... Blessed with an absolutely unexpected miracle which made them together. Now all they should do is balance their stubbornness, confusion and differences to take Every step Together....