I was in love with a man I knew nothing about. Until I was wedded to the one I was destined for. I thought it would be easy to forget him and move on with my life. I was ready to give it a chance. He had broken my heart, after all. But things don't always go the way you want, do they? Everything changed when I stepped into this marriage and realized it needed me more than I needed it. I had a huge family. A whole line of brothers-in-law and a grumpy sister-in-law, who was also once my best friend. I did as I was told. I didn't even give it a thought, how drastically my life was about to change because of this decision. Love doesn't always bloom roses in your garden. Sometimes, it leaves behind dead trees that never bloom, no matter how many springs come and go. I was that tree. My husband was everything a woman could ask for. I don't know if he hated me or not... but I was certain I couldn't give him the true love he deserved. Every time I think of it, I realize I am just a withered Princess. No matter how many roses my husband blooms for me, I will always be crushed beneath the weight of my past and mistakes. As always, I found myself standing by the window, feeling the cold air kiss my cheeks while my husband slept on the bed behind me. I rubbed my arms to warm myself. The moon was pretty.

Betrayed by her own blood and murdered on a rainy night, Meera wakes up 1 months in the past-pregnant and married to the terrifying Nattamai of Sembur. Realizing the husband she feared is actually her greatest shield, Meera decides to play a deadly game. She wears the mask of a fragile, naive wife, manipulating her powerful husband's overwhelming devotion to crush the father and sister who killed her. As the fortress of Sembur locks down, her enemies believe they are hunting a lamb, unaware that they have walked into the den of a lioness who has turned the Nattamai's love into a lethal weapon.

On stck for free after chapter 12 (free for followers.) Till 15th July. "Vikram... please..." Naina cried softly as he dragged her down the grand staircase of the Rathore mansion. Her tears blurred her vision while her trembling hands tried to loosen his painful grip around her wrist. "I didn't steal anything..." But Vikram didn't stop. "Get out!" he said dangerously quiet, throwing her bag near her feet. Naina looked at him shattered completely. "Suniye... main kaha jaungi...?" she asked broken. Then Vikram looked at her with eyes colder than she had ever seen before. "Go back to your world, you cannot digest luxuries " He said.. Tropes: Secret Baby ✧ Rejected Pregnant Wife ✧ Morally Grey Hero ✧ Dominant Hero × innocent Heroine ✧ Angst Romance ✧ Groveling Hero ✧ Possessive MMC

[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....

As Lord Adam Beresford left Ashwood, Hertfordshire for the training and education of a gentleman, he promised to return and marry his childhood best friend, and the only girl he could see himself marrying, Grace Denham. Neither of them foresaw that it would be twelve years until they would meet again. A lot has changed in that time, and their lives are vastly different. Adam became a gentleman, and everything that the heir to a Dukedom ought to be. Grace remained in Ashwood and became a housemaid to support her family. But as their lives intertwine once more, their childhood promise bubbles to the surface, throwing their lives, the lives of their families, and the village of Ashwood into chaos.

Forever changed by his capture at the hands of the French, Viscount Carlisle is no longer the naive, carefree idiot who left the shores of England. He has spent eight years trying to find the man who betrayed him, but his plans are thwarted by the tragic death of his partner, leaving Rafe with the custody of his partner's eight-year-old daughter. A child who may hold the key to unraveling the entire mystery that has haunted him for so long. Worse still, this brings him face to face with his ward's aunt- an old friend who makes Raphael's blood run hot. She knows him better than anyone else, she accepts every dark crevice of his soul without a single thought. She absolves him and tempts him into wickedness. He knows well that he cannot afford to let her in. Weaknesses got you killed in his business. The sooner she's out of his hair, the better. However, every day in her company has him softening until he cannot bear the idea of letting her or his ward go. Still reeling from her brother's death, Sylvia Heartwood finds out that the custody of her niece has been awarded to the most notorious reprobate in London and she will not stand for it. She forces herself into his household hellbent on proving that she is the better custodian for her niece. Only she is not so sure she can remain immune to the charm of this feckless libertine and his smoldering kisses and fiery embraces. Suave, carefree, and incredibly insufferable, Sylvie is resolute to never fall in love with him, but somewhere under the bluster she begins to catch glimpses of the boy who picked seashells for her and held her hand during thunderstorms, and all of a sudden, Sylvie's heart is in danger of being lost once again. With a villain lurking in the shadows, can Carlisle keep his newfound family safe? Cover by Muni Williams

"...You may be the Queen, but I am the wife!" Chand exclaimed. An amused smile took over Noor's lips. "Second. Wife." She remarked, looking into Chand's eyes. "I was the first, remember?" "Your marriage to him ended the day you left him for another man!" Chand exclaimed. "What?!" Noor shrugged nonchalantly. "He can have two wives, but I can't have two husbands?" *** ***

~ Past separated them, now pain will bring them together.~ A teenager Sofia Hayden, experiencing her falling apart family isolated herself slowly from everything that she held dear, especially from her best friend Max Wilder who had just realized his love for her. It delivered Max the kind of grief that changed him radically. Misunderstanding turned his love into hatred. Max left with a broken heart and the ever burning hunger to give her back the same kind of pain she'd inflicted upon him. And he succeeded, coming back ten years later. Pity that he was still oblivious to many things. Silly that she still blamed herself. Then fate in the form of an old cupid named Robert Wilder and a humongous debt intervened. And a marriage made in hell was got in result. ~A journey of pain and revenge, hastily made wrong decisions and consequences will take them both somewhere, where they are meant to be.~ ~This is their bitter sweet tale of letting go; growing up and maybe along the way falling inevitably in love.~ *Stand Alone Book. Second draft.* !Warning: Go to Wattpad to read this story safely.

Book Three in the Mafia Series The hardest step she will ever take is to blindly trust in who she is. -Atticus Charlotte and Luca are now married, raising their family in the tumultuous mafia world. Charlotte's grown accustomed to the violence and hysteria by now, but she'll have to get more involved than she ever intended when her family is at stake. Book contains strong language and mature themes. This series is posted as a draft and is unedited/revised.