She was a widow, a mother, and a woman who never asked for a second chance. He was the King of Jaipur, a man who ruled empires with power in his veins and scars in his heart. When Meera's groom runs away on the day of her wedding, whispers threaten to drown her family in shame. But fate twists cruelly, and Aryan Singh Rathore-cold, commanding, and unwilling-becomes her husband. Not out of love, not even out of duty, but out of compulsion. "To me, you're just a namesake wife," he warns, his eyes carrying the weight of a past he refuses to reveal. Caught between the innocence of her little daughter and the arrogance of a man who despises the very idea of marriage, Meera must learn to survive in the gilded cage of the Rathore mansion. But what happens when forced vows begin to stir emotions neither of them expected? Can a reluctant king and a broken queen find love in a marriage built on nothing but duty?

Dark Romance | Mature themes | 18+ There was a time when Rudransh Singh Thakur believed in love. A time when power wasn't everything. When silence didn't define him. But that was before betrayal. It made him ruthless now. Now, at thirty-four, Rudransh stood as a man the world feared a minister, whose silence carried more weight than words ever could. Nothing touched him anymore. Nothing except one. His son. Aryaman Singh Thakur Five years old. A child who had learned early that people leave... and promises don't stay. If Rudransh had built walls, Aryaman had learned to live within them. And then, she entered. Not with power. Not with demand. But with silence that matched theirs. Ishani Sharma A woman who had known pain in ways she never spoke of. Who carried her past like a shadow she couldn't outrun. Who held her child as if that alone was reason enough to survive. She didn't belong in his world. And yet, she became a part of it. A marriage not built on love, but on necessity. On power. On a name she never asked to carry. He didn't want her. His son wouldn't accept her. But she stayed. Not loudly. Not forcefully. Just... there. And in the middle of it all... there was Arohi, breathing life into the silence. A child too young to understand pain, yet the only one who carried light into a life built on shadows. And in a house where silence ruled, where love had once been broken and buried. something began to shift. Not all at once. Not enough to be called love. But enough... to change everything. Because behind power, behind silence, behind every unspoken truth lies a story hidden beneath the VEIL OF THRONE (A/n : This book is for mature audiences, contains explicit content. Do read only if you are comfortable.) # Top10 in India from 07.05.2026

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ~𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𐙚⋆°🦢｡⋆♡ She thought it was nothing more than a harmless crush, a secret she carried for two years on the man who taught her. But when her professor finally returns her unspoken affection, the line between right and wrong blurs... and love becomes the most dangerous lesson of all. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 •𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 •𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 •𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 •𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 •𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 •𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐗 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 •𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐗 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 •𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐋 𝐗 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐋 •𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𐙚⋆°🦢｡⋆♡ 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗿, 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼? 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁! 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 10 - 𝗶𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲! 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ❌

"Congratulations, Abhimanyu and Akshara." The words echoed through the wedding hall like a cruel joke. Aarohi stood frozen in the mandap, her bridal lehenga heavy, her heart heavier, as she watched the man she was supposed to marry fill her sister's hair with vermillion. Her sister. Her groom. Her wedding. All stolen in a single moment. Whispers spread through the hall. "Poor girl..." "What will happen to her now?" "Who will marry a rejected bride?" Aarohi lowered her eyes, trying to swallow the humiliation burning in her chest. Then a calm voice cut through the silence. "Pandit ji." Everyone turned. A tall man stepped forward, his expression steady, his gaze fixed only on her. He reached out and took Aarohi's trembling hand. Gasps filled the room. Someone whispered his name. "Dr. Advait Singh Raichand..." His voice was calm. Certain. Unshakable. "If the mandap is ready..." He looked at Aarohi, not with pity, but with quiet respect. "...then I will marry her." The hall erupted in shock. But Aarohi could only stare at the man who had just changed her fate. A marriage born from betrayal. A promise made in a moment of chaos. A love that neither of them expected. But sometimes... the person who truly belongs to you is the one who chooses you when the whole world walks away.

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

She received love but in limit and restrictions and always overthinks but if you think she is some weak lead who stays silent then it's not, she is sassy and straight forward.... She doesn't trust easily but once you become her closed one then she'll shower you with all her love. Body shaming, it's easy to complement and insult others but to endure it... should have strength and courage to bear it He received all the love and we can say spoiled in a good way. He study well only to get good marks And who said marks will decide our future, his future depends on his hardwork of what he is doing... His life was all good and chill until his heart broke..... He didn't show cold shoulder to all but stays in his limits and boundaries. Didn't give a shit about others but if gives well, welcome to the hell.....

"How do we know if we are doing things the right way? I wanted to learn everything about intimacy so I can please you in every possible way. I even wondered about how long a man usually lasts. I want to explore everything with you. And if there's something you want me to do, tell me. I don't want this to be just about me asking for what I want. I want it to be about us." "Oh my God, are you carrying me? Please put me down. I don't want you to strain your back because of my weight." *************************************** Aakash never believed in love. He is reserved, introverted and carry a past he never speaks about. He enters marriage not with hope but with obligation. To him, it's just another responsibility he wished to carry out. Meenakshi enters the same marriage carrying a different battle. She is curvy, soft-hearted and full of warmth but weighed down by years of insecurity. She has learned to smile through judgment, to laugh through whispers and to expect less than she deserves. An arranged marriage ties them together. He is a man of silence. She learns to see his care hidden within it. But is silent care enough for a lifetime together? What begins as two strangers under one roof slowly turns into something neither of them expected in the quiet moments, in accidental touches, in shared meals, in silent protection and in unspoken understanding. This is not a loud love story. It is a slow one. When a broken man and an insecure woman choose to stand by each other, the healing turns into perfection and a love slowly becomes obsession. A story of curves, scars, healing and a love that learns to stay.

She was a girl who buried her dreams in the fields and her guilt in the silence of night. He was a man bound by legacy, carrying a name heavier than his own heart. Their marriage was not born of love - but of duty. Yet somewhere between unspoken grief and hesitant glances, between silence and surrender, something tender begins to bloom. A story of two broken souls who learn that sometimes, love arrives not as a choice - but as a quiet rescue.

°•Book - 1 Of KRVC Series (Standalone)•° °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° He's 6'2" of cocky, charming chaos. She barely reaches his chest. He sings like a god, breaks hearts like a hobby, and has a college fan club dedicated to his smirk. She's the quiet one - all oversized hoodies, smudged kajal, and sarcasm. Not the kind of girl people fall for... except maybe him. But they're just best friends. He calls her Chamko. She calls him Rockstar. She builds architectural models at 3 AM. He climbs hostel windows with KitKats and coffee. When the whole college is falling for Aarush Shekhawat, he's busy looking for one girl in the crowd - Amyra Sharma. No one knows their story. Not even them. A story about two best friends who swear they're not in love... until they are. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° Height difference ✔ Late-night hugs ✔ Jealousy & teasing ✔ He sings only for her ✔ Best friends to lovers? Let's see. #ChamkoAndRockstar #BestFriendsToLovers#WattpadIndia

On hold - till June😅 On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? 🎀 𝒥𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒾𝓃 🎀