𝐍𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐧 "𝐒𝐡𝐡... 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝." . . NYRA VARDHAN The first time I died, it was at his hands. Not with a gun. Not with a knife. No, Aadyan killed me in the slowest, cruelest way possible. He made me his. It wasn't a choice. It never was. He kissed me like a claim, like a war, like a grave I'd never crawl out of. He kissed me like he'd breathe me in, just to tear me apart from the inside. And when he pulled away? He smirked. Like he'd just set me on fire and dared me to beg for the burn. That was the moment I realized-I could run, I could fight, I could bleed. But I'd never be free. Because this man, this monster... He would never let me go. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. AADYAN ZAVERI She thinks she can escape me. She thinks I'll let her go. But my little rebel doesn't understand. I don't let go of what's mine. Not when she fights me. Not when she hates me. Not even when she says my name like a curse instead of a prayer. Because here's the thing about me, little storm- I ruin what's mine before the world even gets a chance to touch it. And you? You were dead the moment you caught my eye. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 18+ content. Mature language!

Yash Purohit- 27 year old CA, Carefree, Bindass, Jolly, happy Go person. Once you meet him, he will ensure your comfort. He gives his time to family, Friends separately and Job separately. Plus Let me tell you he is not a arrogant Boy, who is sweet only for his People but he is sweet for everyone but when he feels something is wrong he speak on face. He is a very practical man and that's why never thought of coming into relationships with anyone as he wants only one girl in his life and Permanent so he didn't risk to love anyone. So now here he is Finally saying Yes to get married because he knows he won't be able to find a girl himself, so gave that work to his parents. Kripa Yadav, 26 years old, she is not like the girl next door. She speaks what she wants to...on face, keep herself self respect on the top. She is not rude but she don't like to get involved with people and share her personal life so much until or unless the person is very close to her. She is doing an government job but she is not happy like before, her dream's got crushed and she doesn't want to go back in the fear of Failure. Her parents did motivate her but She said no more, Is she regretful of something? Will both of them Understand each other after marriage? Will Kripa open up to Yash? Will love bloom between them when Kripa is so reserved and in the clouds in of her past? Let's see How Yash will break the walls to her heart and Enchant her completely by his Grace and in return gets enchanted by her Grace ✨ Copyright action's - If My work will be copied by any means or way, there will be strict actions against the person ! So beware and produce story with your own mind, no need to be a cheater ! #No.3 Rank in arrangemarriage #No.5 rank in romance #No.8 Rank in Lovestory #No.5 Rank in Indian #No.6 Rank in Wattpadindia #No.1 Rank in India

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

🌟 Presenting- The House of Rawals 🌟 An elite, powerful legacy nestled in the heart of Mumbai - The Rawals. Meet the commanding duo of the empire: Mr. Akash Rawal & Mrs. Sakshi Rawal - the Mom & Dad of this madhouse. Now say hello to the heirs - three men, three destinies, and each comes with a twist you didn't see coming. The Emotionless One Gets married to his own Marathi mirror image. (Plot twist? She already liked him.... Read more...) The Calm One Ties the knot with a rich heiress, a doctor who is more of a mystery than cindrella in a white coat. (Twist? He isn't as calm as he looks...) The Rebellious One Well... he was supposed to get married... But then, chaos. Escape. Love. Woah !! (Read to find out how "Main khud ka favourite hoon" ends up marrying "Main sabki favourite hoon"... and sparks start flying!) Add to the mix: A handsome, young single dad And a bratty, glitter-loving singer A mean old matriarch A non-typical, savage bua. And a catchy story brewing in the Sarelle office. What House full ho gaya? Pfft. Hold your eyes.(Ofc to read ) Villains ki entry? Oh darling, they're still fixing their crown before they strike. And the kahani? Kahani toh abhi shuru hui hai. To dive into the chaos, drama, love, and legacy- Read "The House of Rawals" by Ms. Ira

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

Two rival Mafias pull each other's sisters into forbidden relationships to gain the upper hand. ♡____♤ Two mafia rivals. Two sisters who were never meant to be part of their war. Siya falls for a man who feels too real to be a lie. Charming. Dangerous. Addictive. But she doesn't know... he's the very enemy her brother is hunting. And he knows exactly who she is. Rukmini isn't that blind. She knows the man she craves will never love her. Knows she's nothing more than a habit he refuses to quit. Yet she stays... even when it destroys her a little more every time. One love is built on deception. The other survives on pain. In a world of power, blood, and betrayal- feelings are weaknesses. Trust is fatal. And when the truth finally comes out... they won't just lose love. They'll lose everything. {REDEMPTION ARC} {⚠️ MATURE CONTENT Contains strong language, drug use, and graphic violence. This story features problematic characters and mentions of trauma. Reader discretion is advised} Tropes: She fell first he fell harder. Powerful female characters Brother's Enemy Slow Burn Mafia Romance Rival Mafia Families Enemies to Lovers (Twisted Version) Forbidden Romance Dark Romance Angst Fake love Unrequited Love Morally Grey Male Leads Toxic Love Multi couple

Kanchi Rajmanar-a name that commands fear and respect in every corner of the business world. At 26, she is a self-made billionaire, ruling over casinos, bars, restaurants, and dominating the construction and fashion industries. Yet, despite her empire and power, Kanchi's true strength lies in her unwavering love for her family. The daughter of the most powerful politician, she would beg, fight, or destroy anyone to protect her father, elder brother, and bhabhi-her pillars of support. Once, Kanchi dreamed of a fairy-tale love, believing in the magic of forever. But after a devastating breakup, she locked her heart away, refusing to trust anyone again. However, the true turning point came when she was just 18-when her beloved mother was brutally murdered. That loss turned her heart to stone, leaving behind a woman who fears nothing and no one... except the memory of her mother. Now, she is cold, ruthless, and untouchable-yet beneath her hardened exterior lies a heart that once longed for love. But in a world where power dictates survival, will she ever let herself feel again? Devarath Suryawanshi- The name that commands both fear and respect. At 28, he is the ruthless Chief Minister of Jaipur, ruling Indian politics with an iron fist. Expressionless and untouchable, he despises physical contact and keeps his distance from his family, especially his mother. Though the world sees a dignified politician, beneath the surface lies a darker truth. In the underworld, he is Lucifer, the unseen ruler of Spain's mafia. No one has ever seen his face, yet his name alone sends shivers down spines. Haunted by a past he never speaks of, Devarath suppresses every emotion, believing love to be the greatest weakness. Trust is a luxury he refuses to afford-because in his world, betrayal is always inevitable.

Rudra Pratap Ranawat: ​He is a study in controlled power. Rudra Pratap Ranawat is the undisputed King of Rajasthan, a regal figure whose presence silences murmurs and straightens spines. His lineage is visible in his sharp features and the unyielding set of his jaw. Yet, the crown is only half his story. Under the cloak of night, he is "THE KING OF MAFIA," a powerful, feared, and utterly mysterious figure in the underworld. Rudra struggles profoundly with expressing emotion; his face is a granite mask, making him seem perpetually cold and distant. Only one person can consistently breach his defenses: his Dadu. His bond with his grandfather is the single, crucial thread that links him to humanity, the one thing he will go to any length to protect. He carries the weight of two worlds, and the tension of that double life makes him magnetic and dangerous. ​Meera Singh: ​Meera Singh is more than just kind; she is a study in quiet, almost luminous resilience. Her most striking feature is her eyes-large, warm pools that hold both the innocence of a sheltered soul and the pain of constant slight. She moves with a soft grace, a silent presence around the house, perpetually trying to make herself small and unobtrusive. Yet, when injustice flares, her spine straightens, and a small, internal flame ignites. This isn't anger; it's a fierce, unyielding need for truth and fairness. Her kindness is her shield, and her fierce loyalty is her weapon, making her willing to face any storm for those she cherishes. Highest ranking- 1 in #angerissue 1 in #millionaire 6 in #mafialove 2 in #rajasthani 7 in #fear 3 in #caring 2 in #strongfl 5 in #CEO 1 in #trauma 5 in grumpy×sunshine 3 in #enemiestolover 6 in #obsessed 1 in #darkpast The photographs included in this story are used for illustrative purposes only and were found on Pinterest. I do not claim any ownership of these images, and all credit is respectfully given to the original artists and owners."

I loved her first. She married him anyway. Ten years later, she showed up at my door, broken, betrayed, begging for help to leave the husband who threw her away. She thinks I'm being kind. Helping an old friend. She doesn't know I've been waiting. She never knew how I loved her. Never knew I watched her wedding from the back of the church. Never knew she was the reason I buried my heart so deep even I forgot where. Now she's back. Vulnerable. Trusting. Asking the one man who never stopped wanting her to help her walk away from someone else. This time? I'm not letting her go.

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