Akta is a simple girl who loves her family more than anything in the world. She believes in love, relationships, and happiness-not money. For her, seeing her loved ones happy is worth more than all the riches in the world. But Kabir is completely different. He is a ruthless and influential businessman who is used to getting whatever he wants. When Kabir sets his eyes on something, he gets it-by hook or by crook. No one dares to stand against him. Then one day, Kabir's eyes fall on Akta... And he decides that she will be his. But Akta doesn't want him. She doesn't want his money, his power, or his love. So what happens when a girl who values freedom is trapped by a man who believes love means possession? Will Akta be able to change the ruthless Kabir? Or will she slowly become nothing more than a puppet in Kabir's hands? Best Rank - #4 Collage (09/11/2022) #1 phycho (14/11/2022) #5 Madness (19/11/2022) #5 Indian ( 11/12/2022)

"I don't want a divorce" His declaration that changed her life. Jewel was 29 years old when Jackson came into her life. By that time, she was already a leftover in the arranged marriage market, while he had been in demand. She knew he was way beyond her league and honestly, she didn't even know why was he willing to marry her! "You are so lucky!" She was reminded by every soul that came to her wedding. She could never read that man. A man of few words, enviably successful but that wasn't all about him! They both had wounds of their own, a past, that they won't let the other person know. A year worth time with each other, brought them both into a family court for divorce and now, he speaks! When divorce is the only option she is sure of, he refuses! Why? What is his story? Why doesn't he want to let go of her? This is their story, straight from the heart of Iris Vallis, where hope is for everyone. This is their story, where they learn to become a better person! Catch them here, only on wattpad! Word count-60,000-70,000 P.S- My first time writing a full length novel in English, please give me your valuable feedbacks through comments or dm..... I am much appreciative of each of you who has spared their time to read this humble story! Thank you! Have a great read!

Rishabh's voice was low but laced with fury as he grabbed Roshni's chin, forcing her to meet his burning eyes. "Sach sach batao tumne shaadi kis liye ki? Itne saal kyun jhela? Tum mere parivaar ko itna kuch kyun diya?" Her gaze didn't waver....No fear, No tears. Just a haunting calm that spoke volumes of the storms she'd already weathered. "Daulat. Shauhrat. Tumhara paisa. Auda. Aur tumhara chehra..." she paused, every word like a dagger, "Yahi sab bolte hain. Tum sochte ho... Shayad yahi sach hai" Silence hung like a noose... But behind those bitter words lay a love once tender, now poisoned by pride, silence, and a home that never accepted her... In the heart of Delhi, the Rathores rule with tradition as their weapon and pride as their shield. A family where women are ornaments for display, not voices to be heard.. Rishabh Rathore, the silent and stoic heir, was raised in a world where men never bend, never feel. Hardened by expectations and blinded by patriarchy, he marries a girl presented as shy and obedient, just how his family likes it. But Roshni, his wife, is anything but ordinary. A once lively, warm-hearted woman, she silences herself to fit into a cage built by lies...lies her father told to get her married, and lies the Rathores fed her daily. Three years pass in silence. In neglect. In wounds that don't bleed but burn. Yet Roshni never stopped giving, caring for the very people who treated her like a shadow. Until one day...she asks for a something.... The Rathores are shaken. Rishabh is enraged. Not because she's leaving...but because she dares to leave. "Married by Lies" is a story of a woman reclaiming her self-respect, and a man learning that love is not about control but courage. It's about unspoken pain, slow-burn redemption, and the storm that begins when silence is finally broken. "He never believed in love-until the woman he disrespected walked away" •Ranked 2nd in #Divorce •Ranked 4th in #Lawyer •Ranked 3th in #Desi

What happens when the person you love more than yourself becomes the reason you stop recognizing who you are? How do you live in the same house... with the same man... after discovering he built another life behind your back? Can love survive betrayal? Or does it slowly turn into something darker... quieter... more dangerous? And if a woman chooses to stay- is it strength... or the beginning of her end?

Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

Is it fair to let a mistake define a person? .......... "Miss...?" he assessed my face with his calculative eyes, waiting for me to tell him my surname. The file was in front of him but he didn't bother to look into it. He wanted to hear it from my mouth, as if he wanted me to feel the guilt reverberating through each cell of my body. "Clara." I said, lowering my head so that I won't have to look into his eyes. "Clara Vincent?" he asked in a serious tone, his piercing gaze boring hole in my forehead. "Avery. Clara Avery!" I said, my voice thickened with guilt and embarassment. .......... Just when Clara Avery thought she was able to left her past behind, destiny brings her back to the place from where she started. Six years after she broke Aaron Vincent's heart, she is forced to work with him but after what she did to him, would she ever be able to look into his eyes? #1 in Young Adult (4/9/2019) #14 in Romance (20/1/2019)

Sophie believed love was simple, predictable, and safe - until Lucas, her fiancé - the man she had trusted with her heart, started drifting away. Between glittering galas, family pressures, and the return of an old flame, Sophie found herself sidelined from her own life - and even her own wedding. Lucas thought love could survive on desire and loyalty alone. But when Sophie disappears, leaving behind a silence that shatters his world, he realizes the truth: love must be earned every day, with honesty and presence. In the months that follow, both are tested, changed, and haunted by what they lost - until a single, impossible moment offers a chance at redemption. Can love survive the fractures of betrayal and reclaim the hearts it almost lost?

"Millions of reasons, Tanya. All perfectly legal, or perfectly arranged to seem that way. I don't make threats. I explain consequences." He stepped close to her again, cupping her chin with his hand. His touch was like ice. She was too terrified to pull away. "So, you will sit tight. You will go to your school. You will teach my nephew. And you will look very, very pretty while doing it. You will not make me angry again. Understood?" A single, hot tear of pure, helpless rage escaped and traced a path down her cheek. He saw it. His dark eyes glittered with a perverse kind of satisfaction. He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheekbone where the tear had fallen. The kiss was chillingly soft, a brand of ownership. "You see?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "You look so pretty when you cry angrily. Like a good girl who finally understands her place." ___________________________________________ Love is a lie they tell to make obsession sound pretty. When Vardaan Rathore, a man whose bloodline was woven with power and violence, walked into her classroom, Tanya saw a negligent uncle. He saw the first and last woman who would ever tell him no. His obsession became her sentence. There was no courtship. Only a silent, brutal campaign of possession. Her life decided to conquer a queen, and the beautiful, terrible ruin he made of her in the process. #1 forced love #1 Darklove #1 toxichero #1 runawayheroine #1 Captive Romance #1 Manipulation #1 Political Romance #1 hacker #1 Brokenheroine #1 Forcedintimacy #1 Forced relation #1 Darkromancebooks #3 Indian #3 desi #3 teacher #4 badboy #4 broken #6 possessivehero #33 toxic #35 Dark romance #58 youngadult

Saumya... Tomorrow is the big day of my life. The engagement day. I was busy praying and something cold was touching my neck. I shivered. Was it any insect ?? Thinking so i slowly opened my eyes and found a guy was really looking close to me. Huhh ?? Why is he really close thinking so i looked down and i found a wedding chain around my neck. What ?? I shouted. He smirked back. Who are you ?? I shouted. Your husband he husked back. Before i could say or do something he held my hand and pulled me away with him. I saw my family for the last time who were struggling to come near me but were held by few men. What is happening to me ?? Who is he ?? Why did he marry me ?? Advay.. She is my temptation. The forbidden fruit. I was supposed to stay away from her. But.. here is the big but. My mind played her images every time. It pulled me to the stage where I couldn't live without her presence. And my heart supported it. My heart ached for one single touch of hers. It pained to hear that I couldn't make her mine because she was about to become someone's. Finally I succumbed to my own desires. My mind worked overdrive. My heart liked the idea. Here I'm tying her fate to mine with a single knot and a pinch of sindoor. I hope she will forgive me for this. I don't regret making her mine. Cause without her I'm nothing. Without her there is no life for me. Without her I will be living corpse. Pulling her wrist i walked towards my car. The journey towards my home... OUR HOME.... Saumya Tripathi a lovely girl from a small town with nothing big but a small wish is to settle in a normal marital life... her engagement was the next day when she was married to the multi billionaire Advay Srivatsav who is famous for his anger and cold nature... What will happen when he comes to know that his wife will be the exact opposite of him in anything and everything... will he make her fall for her or will she leave him and go away.... Every sunday will be updated...

This story is about Zoya and Aryaan. On the day of her wedding, Zoya finds out a disturbing truth about her parents' death. A series of events take place, misunderstanding after misunderstanding, which results in her losing her child and her husband getting remarried. What are the misunderstandings, though? And will she ever forgive her husband and return to him, or are the misunderstandings so grave that they can't be forgiven?