Book 1 of the More Than Series "Some bonds are written long before they are spoken." At just six years old, Shivanya Chauhan was married off in the name of tradition. To her innocent mind, it was nothing more than a game of "playing house." But to Rudraksh Singh Rathore - sixteen, city-bred, and bound by his grandfather's dying wish - it became a silent burden and a sacred promise. Years passed. He left to chase his dreams - a soldier forged in the fire of discipline and duty. She stayed behind - a bride in waiting, her life molded by customs, her heart clinging only to his memory. Twelve years later, Rudraksh returns as a decorated officer, and Shivanya stands before him as a woman - no longer the curious child he once protected. Yet between them lies a bond that defies time, silence, and distance. Was it only a vow he had to fulfill? Or a love written in destiny long before either of them understood it? ✨ A tale of promises, longing, and a love that outlives tradition.

"You married me by mistake Ayansh.Not by choice". She screamed "You are not a mistake Rose.You are my only choice and i will spend the rest of my life proving it to you" He replied Aarvi Arora 🌹 The Goldenbird Bold, fearless, and the soul of every room she enters. Aarvi lives life on her own terms-until a scandal flips her world upside down. Misunderstood but never broken, she's a storm wrapped in sunshine. "Zindagi ko khul ke jeena seekha hai maine... par ab lagta hai, saansen bhi ginti ja rahi hain." ("I learned to live life freely... but now even my breaths feel counted.") Ayansh Singh Rajawat 🥀 The Silent Storm Shy, composed, and every bit the responsible heir. Ayansh doesn't speak much-but when he does, the world listens. He's not your average prince charming-he's better. The man who steps in when no one else dares. "Kuch faisle dil se nahi, zimmedari se liye jaate hain." ("Some decisions aren't made from the heart, but out of responsibility.")

Sarpanch × Student 29 × 21 MMC - "Agr ye sindoor dubara tumhri maang se utra ya mujhe ye jagah Khali nazar ayi, to dhyan rkhna wo har insan jo tumhare liye important hai, uske khoon se ye maang bharunga." FMC - "Haiwaan hain aap, thakur saheb. Or hum ek haiwaan ki biwi kehlana kabhi nhi apnayenge."

He wasn't the man she was supposed to marry. But when her fiancé cheated on the day of their wedding, his elder brother stepped in - not out of love, but to protect her dignity. Sharvika never wanted Veeransh. She never forgave him for what she thought he'd stolen. So she wore the bridal red with rage in her heart and vengeance on her lips. Veeransh accepted her coldness, her silence, her subtle punishments - all without defense. He never asked for her love. He only offered quiet protection... and took every blame she threw like it was his to carry. But hatred is a fragile thing when laid beside kindness. And guilt? Guilt never stays buried forever. As truths unravel, so does her heart - piece by piece, in the arms of the man she swore to hate. A story of broken vows, silent sacrifice, and a love that was never meant to happen... but did anyway. ........... Tropes: Marriage of convenience Fiancé runs, brother replaces Cold wife × quiet, protective husband He takes the blame, she gives the pain Guilt. Resentment. Silent love. .......... Words count : 49,600 ......... Started on : July 17, 2025 Completed on : ......... ! This story is complete work of imagination and it's completely mine ! ......... Pictures:- Pinterest (credits to the rightful owners)

Two souls were forced to bond together through marriage. Two unknown people pulled together by their pasts, mysteries, and secrets that were never meant to be unraveled-but are. What will happen? Will the souls remain bonded, or will they be crushed under the weight of their own baggage? _______ Sakshi never wanted to marry anyone, especially a police officer. Arjun wasn't thrilled about marriage either. But fate had other plans. What happens when two people who never wanted each other are forced into a bond neither can escape? Dive in to explore the story of Arjun and Sakshi . A south Indian story with 99% English and 1% of tamil + hindi

After a traumatic first marriage left her body bruised and her mind in pieces, Maithili has built a world of silence. Isolated in her village, she avoids mirrors, voices, even her own name - afraid that one wrong move will make the pain return. When her worried parents consult an astrologer, they are told a second marriage might be her only path out of the shadows. Neil Chaudhary isn't looking for love. He's not against marriage - just never in a hurry for it. When he agrees to marry Maithili, he expects nothing more than civility and space. What he finds instead is a girl who flinches when he speaks too loud. A wife who won't say his name. And a story written in silence that pulls him in, piece by piece. As Maithili learns to breathe again, Neil learns what it means to wait for someone - and love, the kind that heals without hurting, begins to take shape. But can love truly heal the scars of the past, or is it simply a quiet way to survive? Tropes: Second chances • Traumatized FL • Green Forest ML • Past trauma • Arranged Marriage • City ML x Village FL 🏅#3 in wattpadindia 🏅#1 in greenflag 🏅#1 in healing

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.

"Some love stories don't begin with confessions. Some begin with silence, missed chances, and two people pretending they never cared." ------------ She was supposed to marry someone else... but destiny made her his wife instead. 🤍 A soft-hearted girl. A dangerously calm man. And a marriage neither of them expected. Avantika Rathore & Avyukt Vardan #SlowBurn #ArrangedMarriage #WattpadRomance

She thought every marriage ended in pain. After losing her parents and surviving an abusive marriage, Vedika had stopped believing in love, family, and happiness. Broken by her past and haunted by scars no one could see, she enters another marriage only because fate leaves her no choice. Ishaan Shekhawat is cold, possessive, and dangerously protective - a man who has already been betrayed once. A single father to a little girl named Advika, he has no interest in love anymore. But everything changes the day his daughter innocently asks Vedika- "Aap... mumma ho na?" ("You are my mumma right?") What begins as a forced relationship slowly turns into something neither of them expected. Late-night comfort. Jealous glances. Stolen kisses. Healing wounds. Family chaos. And a love so deep it feels like home. But can a woman terrified of love truly trust again? And can a man who buried his heart learn to love without fear? A heartbreaking yet heartwarming story about healing, family, motherhood, jealousy, and finding love after surviving pain. ✨ Tropes: • Arranged Marriage • Single Dad Romance • Broken Heroine • Possessive Husband • Healing Love • Slow Burn • Family Drama • Cute Kids • Emotional Romance • Second Chance at Life

Yaduvanshi series #1 An Arranged Marriage Story. POWER!!!!! That's what he always wanted. He is king of a small kingdom of Madhya Pradesh but his power is not limited to Madhya Pradesh only. He is one of the richest men in India who holds the power of money in the market and of leaders in parliament. He is one of those chosen people who are running the country behind the curtain. Politician bows their head in front of him, businessman is ready to put everything at stake just to put their name with his company and a messiah to his kingdom's people. His soft side is for no one at least he does pretend that. But......... A small brown-eyed, honey-voiced girl entered his life. And from the very first moment he saw her, he started feeling a weird fluttering in his heart. She was chosen by his grandfather for him but he knew it was God's plan. She is a puzzle, He wants to solve her. She is scared, He wants to protect her. She fears love, He wants to spoil her. She is broken, He is her healer. Let's join Aashrit Singh Yaduvanshi and Meera Singh Yaduvanshi in the journey of love after marriage.