𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 One disappeared. One returned. Both tied to a truth buried in blood and Betrayal. ---- His voice broke. And so did I. "Congratulations, Mrs. Rathore,"he whispered. "You killed me. And you chose the perfect way. When I finally let myself feel something real... You took it. You tore it. you ripped it away. You killed me from inside. Congratulations." "Please... please, Aksh. Don't say th...that," I sobbed. "LEEEAAAVEEE!" My knees gave out the moment his scream echoed through the walls. My body hit the ground like a ghost losing its will. Shivering. Trembling. Broken. How did everything fall apart in just a few hours? "Aksh..." I whispered, barely able to speak. But he turned his back to me. Tears blurred my vision, pain choked my chest. I stood up slowly, still shaking, like my bones were made of glass. My hands reached out instinctively- hoping. Begging. But I stopped myself. No. He wouldn't hold me anymore. Wouldn't listen. ----

Est is loved-by his parents, by his family, by a life that taught him how to endure quietly. William is admired by the world-successful, charming, careless in all the ways that never seem to matter. Their marriage is arranged for business, not cruelty. William never hurts Est. He simply never sees him. Est hides his loneliness behind polite smiles and careful silence, protecting his parents from the truth-that their only son is slowly disappearing inside a marriage where he exists alone. When Est finally leaves, he does so without anger, without accusation. And only then does William understand: absence can hurt far more than rejection. This is a story about neglect that doesn't look like abuse, love that arrives too late-and whether healing is still possible once someone walks away. only story is mine

BOOK 1 IN THE ECHOES SERIES In the realm of power and dominance, the Singhania's stood tall as one of India's most influential families. With a firm grip over both legitimate businesses and the dark underworld, they commanded respect and fear alike. Yet, behind the facade of opulence and success, lies a truth that remains hidden from the world. Within the intricate web of expectations, it is the brides of the Singhania clan who bear the burden. They are mere pawns in a game of appearances, destined to fulfill their predetermined roles while concealing the tangled web of secrets and conspiracies that shroud their relationships. Will the truth ever be unveiled, or will they forever be trapped in a world of smoke and mirrors?

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ ↪𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 - 24 years old, 5'3. Beautiful surgeon. She is introverted yet talkative and expressive to people with whom she is comfortable. Shy, sweet, soft-hearted and kind yet strong enough to take a stand against the wrong. Reads fictional books, a hopeless romantic. Gift-giving is her love language. Wants to experience and deeply fall in love but only with the right person, who she has yet to find. ↪𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 - 29 years old, 6'2. A hot topic for media and girls. Was the popular boy in his teenage era. The most eligible bachelor in the state currently. CEO of Raghuvanshi & Co. A gym freak and workaholic, who portrays a rude and poker face mask. Lovable and soft for his family. Hasn't dated yet neither wishes to do it in the future. He is from a Royal background and is involved in the mafia. She is emphatic He is rude She talks a lot He is a man of his words She puts others before herself He doesn't care about other people She is sunshine and bubbly He is grumpy and cold She wishes for her partner to be like those fictional men in her book Will he be her fictional man? A soft romance, a book you can come to when you want to be wrapped in a blanket of warmness and butterflies. A book with lots of romance, teasing and a little bit of drama.

"He doesn't say 'I love you.' But he changed in all the ways that yelled it." •••••••••••••• Vaani Joshi never expected love from her arranged marriage - just respect, maybe some space, and silence she could live with. Dhruv Deshmukh was exactly that: powerful, unreadable, and cold. He didn't ask her what she liked. He didn't ask how her day was. And she never asked for anything. But then he started noticing. Not her words - her silences. Not what she wanted - what she gave up. The man who never looked twice is now the one who watches her the closest. And the girl who never expected anything... is the reason he's learning how to give everything. •••••••••••••••• "Why do you always notice the things I don't say?" He looked at her for a long second. "Because you never ask. And I've never wanted to give anyone more." •••••••••••••••• Tropes: Slow-burn romance | Arranged marriage | Contemporary drama | Indian diaspora | Urban luxury + emotional intimacy | Cold ML x Soft FL | Changing for her 🏅#1 in India 🏅#1 in Indian 🏅#1 in desi 🏅#1 in romance

In the heart of a powerful Indian family, an arranged marriage between Kabir a brilliant, composed neurosurgeon and Kashish a dedicated, independent architect, begins with sweet awkwardness, stolen glances, and silent hesitations. What starts as two strangers adjusting to shared space soon transforms into a soulful love story. Kabir and Kashish grow from hesitant partners to inseparable soulmates. Set against a backdrop of tradition, ambition, and deep family bonds. This is a tender, layered tale of how love quietly blooms even in the most unexpected places.

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

He's the heir to an empire. She's the quiet girl no one expected him to choose. Devank Mehra doesn't talk more than he needs to. Vani doesn't talk at all unless she has to. When an old family promise ties them together in an arranged marriage neither of them asked for, silence becomes their common language. But he watches everything. And she notices too much. In a world of expectations, power, and controlled emotions - something soft begins to unfold. This isn't love at first sight. It's a story of stolen glances, unspoken tension, and the slow unraveling of two people who were never meant to fall... but do anyway. 💍 An age-gap, slow-burn arranged marriage romance. 🥀 Where silence is not the absence of love... but the beginning of it. #romance #romanticfiction #lovestory #indianromance #fiction #love #romancewriter #arrangedmarriage #slowburn #agegapromance #dominantmalelead #shyfemalelead #silentlove #tension #emotionalromance #softgirl #slowburnromance #wattpad #wattpadindia #wattpadwriter #indianwriter #writersofwattpad #wattpadstory #wattpadromance #newonwattpad #readonwattpad

💫MishBir One Shot Stories - Part 3 💫 30 unique stories. 30 different worlds. One unforgettable couple. From stolen glances to stolen kisses, royal palaces to college canteens - fall in love with MishBir all over again in this emotionally rich and creatively wild collection. Each story is a short saga packed with love, laughter, chaos, and crackling chemistry.

What if Mishti knew why Abir broke up with her? What if Abir told her the entire truth? What if he spoke to her at the airport? What if?