Desiwriter Stories

One group. One school. And a whole lot of complicated feelings. What begins as simple friendships soon turns into a tangled web of emotions-hidden crushes, unspoken confessions, and chaos no one is ready for. Aryan Singhania-arrogant, protective, and impossible to ignore... finds himself in a fake relationship with the quiet and introverted Vanya Malhotra. Riya Mehra and Veer Malhotra-best friends who know everything about each other... except their own feelings. Kavyansh Sharma-the silent observer who feels deeply-loses his heart at first sight to Ananya Singhania, the girl who just wants everyone to stay together. And Kavya Sharma and Vansh Mehra-two opposites, always fighting... but maybe that's not all they feel. From teasing fights to late-night talks, from forced closeness to real emotions-everything begins to change. Because sometimes... A simple game of truth and dare can reveal more than just secrets. It can change relationships forever. ✨ In a world full of laughter, chaos, and confessions... who will fall first? And who will be brave enough to admit it?

✧༺ 𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐕𝐈𝐊 𝐱 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑 ༻✧ Some stories begin with love. This one begins with finding a family. When Heer's world shatters overnight, she is thrown into a life she never imagined-a life filled with strangers who are suddenly her family, brothers she never knew existed, and a home that doesn't quite feel like hers. Lost, heartbroken, and carrying the weight of her mother's absence, Heer struggles to find her place among the powerful Raichands. But while she fears being unwanted, the truth is far different. Because somewhere between Rakshit's silent care, Rihaan's endless teasing, Kanishk's chaos, Priyansh's unwavering support, Arhaan's warmth, and Shaurya's fierce protection, Heer slowly discovers what it means to belong. And then there is Rutvik. The boy who falls first, The boy who waits. The boy who looks at her as if she is every beautiful thing the world forgot to name. What begins as friendship blossoms into a love story filled with stolen glances, soft confessions, inside jokes, forehead kisses, and a boy who never lets her doubt her worth. But life isn't only made of happy moments. Secrets surface. Hearts break. Fears return. Relationships are tested. And Heer must learn that family isn't always the one you're born into-sometimes it's the people who choose you every single day. Filled with sibling chaos, unconditional love, emotional healing, unforgettable friendships, heart-fluttering romance, and a heroine who finds her voice amidst the noise, Heer is a story about grief, belonging, and the kind of love that turns strangers into home. "THIS IS THE STORY OF HEER-THE GIRL WHO WAS LOVED SO FIERCELY THAT EVEN HER BROKEN PIECES LEARNED HOW TO SHINE AGAIN." ❀TROPES❀ High school romance 6 Protective Half brothers Bad boy x good girl Best friend's sister x Brother's best friend He fell first and harder No bullying 12th x 11th Rom-com Bold girl

This is Ragini book #2 not cuz book #1 ended but I have run out of chapters to publish according to Wattpad limit. You *have* to read part #1 cuz this story is like 3/4th way in 🥹😭anyways off we goo bloomboiii ~ ----- Ragini and Sahil . Sahil and Ragini . Ragini - a girl who is pursuing Computer Science and Finance, but aspires to be a Chef. Broken , torn, hurt, she has found her way through the ups and downs of life to become the strong and fun loving, bubbly girl that she is. Sahil- A young billionaire, philanthropist and a genius , with a past that holds him back in the matters of the heart. What happens when these two people end up having their lives tangled with each other? Will they go with the flow? Or will they do anything in their power to break free....or will they just break apart? Find out as you read this story which has some cupcakes, a little icing sugar, some football kicks, and lots of sparks !! -------------------------------------- [ Listen : I started writing this story like 4 years ago? or 5 years? maybe a lifetime ago? idk anymore. point is, i started writing this story wayy too long ago. along with the characters , you might see me and my writing style growing as well. which means that this aint ONE COHESIVE kinda book (thats what happens when you write something you thought was a great idea a lifetime ago) . but , i hope you stick around. its gonna be a long book, but one that i am determined to finish despite and with all its flaws and weird story plot that i do question a bit now and will in the future as well. but i started this story. and i will do my best to complete it with respect.) Okay? Lezzgooo ]

Prologue "I want to tell you one thing, every moment spent with you was the most beautiful moment of my life" She whispered softly, her breathing was labored "Please don't say this for god's sake. I will not let anything happen to you. I will die without you." he said with a choked voice "Remember one thing, I will always love you after leaving you I'll still love you , only you." Tears were slipping from the corner of her eyes and she closed her eyes for forever. "Shwetaaaaaaaaa!! he shouted, holding his wife's lifeless body in his arms. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes there are some stories in which the characters are made for each other but they can never be together. This story is also about such two people. "Shweta Arora" is a police Commissioner. who never believe in love and all, who always put her duty above her life, her only aim in life was to root out the enemies of the country "Yash Ahuja" an unloved guy who never got love, who was the uncrowned king of a melodious voice who made his art the source of his life.. Two people who are completely different from each other, one in the east and the other in the west, what will happen when these two fall in love with each other... Will these two be able to become a part of each other's lives or will their story remain incomplete? To know more, read the full story only on Wattpad Tropo :- Elder FL X Younger ML Police Commissioner X Singer Grumpy X Sunshine He fell first She fell harder Slow burn Hate to love Love triangle Permanent Separation Updates on every sat/sun Starting Date:- 20 Nov 2025 Ending Date :-

Genre: Angst, Romance || "Aadhi!" I froze. My grip on the handle tightened. I turned around, my breath hitched. There he was, red eyes, tears streaming down his face, panting, crying. God I have never seen him like that. The next thing I knew and felt was that I was stumbling to not fall, my hands gripping his shoulders as he hugged me. Tight. Like he wouldn't...let go. "Please don't go." He cried. My eyes burned. Throat tightened. "Please." "Attention passengers travelling to Singapore. This is the final boarding call for Flight SQ 535. All remaining passengers are requested to proceed immediately to Gate 14. Boarding will close shortly." "M-Madhav." I whimpered as I detached myself from him. His eyes were desperate. God those eyes. They were begging me. To forgive. To stay. But I have no choice. "I have to go." I said wiping my tears. He looked so wrecked. "Please I-I.." "Please don't say it. Please."I cried as I turned to go. And then I stopped. Turned towards him. "Will you wait for me?" **** Love is not always about finding the perfect person for life. Sometimes, it's about growing up and being perfect for love. Aaradhya was a silly 17 year old girl who hated social interactions and relationships. Immersed in books and Netflix series, she only dreamt about a life in the sky. Be a pilot. Study hard. Build a life from scratch. That was it. That was her whole goal. But love doesn't arrive with an announcement. It takes upon one at the most unexpected time, when they were not looking for it. Madhav came too. All the way from Palakkad to break the walls of her heart. "It's not always the green forest guy that's perfect for you, sometimes, it's the walking red flag who chooses to be better for you."

"Finally! Main azaad ho gayi!" Reet exclaimed, lifting her heavy lehenga. A bright smile spread across her face as she twirled around. "Ab aaram se apni zindagi jiyungi." She was walking towards her car, but suddenly heard something and glanced towards the group of men who were searching for someone in the crowd. She froze for a second before rolling her eyes. "Hai Ram! Yeh log yahan bhi pahunch gaye? Kya mere peeche CID laga rakhi hai? Agar in pagal logon ne mujhe pakad liya na, toh phir Meri Khair nhi. BHAGOOOO!!!" Holding her lehenga, she turned on her heels and ran in the opposite direction. "Aaj toh Reet Thakur kisi ke haath nahi aane wali!" She ran through the hotel corridors, ignoring the confused looks people gave her. Just then, her eyes landed on a room with its door slightly open. Without thinking twice, she rushed inside and quickly shut the door behind her. Leaning against it, she smirked triumphantly. "Ha! Dhoondte raho. Reet Thakur ko pakadna itna aasaan nahi hai." Taking a deep breath, She turned around the room, It appeared to be empty because of the darkness. Just as she took out a water bottle from her purse , and took a sip. A group of unfamiliar men entered the room. Reet immediately choked on her water. "Oh teri ki..." The men stopped in their tracks and stared at her. Reet stared right back. "Kya hai? Kabhi ladki nahi dekhi?" The men exchanged confused looks. One of them stepped forward. "Tum kaun ho? "Tumare boss ki dulhan" Continue......

So a girl name Kiara once loved slowly becomes hated by everyone the girl who was her mom's sunshine once now became her mom's prblm the story of becoming the most hated girl from the most loved The different story where it change the feels of trust and love. This story is full of twist. In any point twist can come. This is my first story I hope you all like my story. English is not my first language so mistakes can happen.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 : 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆. ​ Shanvi Rathore, a prodigy, earned a scholarship to the main branch of the academy, unaware that her life was about to change completely. Obsidian Crest Academy is not just any institution. It is where the children of the rich, the elite, and the powerful study, where influence is inherited and authority is unquestioned. From the outside, it looks like heaven, a dream thousands of students would give anything to live. Inside, it is worse than hell. Because here, everything is a game. A game that brutally destroys the one it chooses. There are two groups who rule it. The Crowned Kings and The Black Sovereigns. A single card decides your fate. A Red Card from the Crowned Kings or a Black Card from the Black Sovereigns, and neither of them promises your safety or your place in the academy. And above them all stand the Ranawats. Six brothers and one father, a family woven into power, politics, and control. They are the elite. They are authority. They do not demand respect, it is given without question. Shaurya Ranawat, the eldest, the Chief Minister of Rajasthan. Harsh Ranawat, the second, a force in the world of business. And the remaining four brothers, the ones who created the Crowned Kings, hold a kind of power that cannot be defined, only feared. What happens when Shanvi enters their world? First as a scholarship student. And later, as their step sister. One thing is certain. They are fully aware of the power they hold and the things they protect. They claim they want to destroy her, yet the way they look at her says something far more dangerous, as if they would burn an entire country to ashes just to keep her untouched.

hi people,this is a new author .so I have been a reader at wattpad for so long so inspired from other authors i decided to write a story .Hope you all will enjoy it and english is not my first language so please forgive me for mistakes..... ADITI a beautiful 17 year old girl .who's unknown to her own reality,she doesn't know who she is her real parents died long ago she was eight months when she was adopted by her father's sister .her foster family loved her no doubt ,but they never prioritised her to them Aditi's sister was more important for which aditi was always alone and left out.she wasn't the calm in the chaos but the chaos in the calm.but fate did it's play one night it was enough so aditi ran away from her foster home. to start her new life she went to Rajasthan there she stayed in an orphanage but she wasn't the cool sassy bold confident jolly Aditi anymore she became cold for which no one liked her except one person.but one day she gets adopted by a powerful person of Rajasthan her life takes a turn from then cause in her new home she has a father and 6 brothers . will she be able to manage her new life ?will her brothers accept her? will she accept the brothers? Read the story to know more about her and her brothers who are the kings and prince of udaipur and powerful business mens .... dive into the story to know more ....I may not be perfect or may not reach your expectations as it's my first time but please give me a chance to improve i will improve everytime I get a chance.just give me a chance once . thank you hope you will give me a chance. Losts of love and wishes, your new author 💗

••••• A runaway singer. A freelance dancer. He slipped out of the spotlight and into the shadows, fleeing the noise, the applause, the suffocating shine of fame. He ran not from the world, but toward the unnamed, the unplanned, the wild pulse of the unknown - where destiny waits without a script. She stepped into her own happiness, leaving work behind as she walked toward a journey waiting with open arms - a wide, welcoming world unfolding at her feet. They climbed aboard the train destiny chose for them, unaware of what waited beyond the horizon. An invisible journey begins - two wandering hearts, moving parallel like the twin faces of a coin, destined to flip into each other's lives. He wanted to escape. She wanted to live. Together, they step into a journey stitched by the unexpected and shaped by the unseen. Two souls, two stories, one path - and trust me, they're bound to steal your hearts before they even realise they're stealing each other's. ••••• A story written by TheTalesLive. •••••

"He loved her not to be loved back, but to remind her what love was meant to be." °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Aradhya Khanna stopped believing in forever the day her mother walked away. She grew up watching her father hide heartbreak behind gentle smiles, and somewhere along the way, love turned into something she didn't trust anymore. Now a successful interior designer with walls higher than her dreams, she lives her life by one rule-never expect too much from anyone. So when her father asks her to marry Rudransh Malhotra, his best friend's son and her childhood protector, she agrees... not for love, but for him. Rudransh has loved her quietly for years-through her anger, her silence, and the distance she built between them, she's always been the reason behind his patience, and now... his pain. In a marriage that begins out of duty, will love find its way through the cracks of old wounds? Or will Aradhya's fear of losing love again destroy the one person who always chose her-selflessly? Because sometimes, the most selfless love is the one that waits... and heals.

The Rathore empire was built on power, blood, and loyalty. Virendra Rathore, once the ruthless king of underworld, retired to protect his family-but the shadows of the past never fade. Fifteen years ago, on a night of celebration, a single act of violence tore the family apart: the queen was killed, and the youngest daughter, Kaya, vanished without a trace at the age of three. The empire endured, but a flame was lost. Now, the Rathore brothers rule their domains with unyielding strength is shaping the empire in their own way. Yet whispers of a new, deadly force ripple through the underworld: Kaali, a shadow no one has seen, feared by all. Unbeknownst to them, the girl they lost has grown into a force of vengeance and justice, and her path is inexorably tied to the family she once called her own. This is a story of blood, power, loyalty, and redemption-where the past refuses to die, and the flame of family may either burn everything or reunite what was once lost. Disclaimer: The story deals with heavy themes-kidnapping, trauma, manipulation, violence-and the slow, painful journey of healing from deep wounds

LOVE-LAST #1 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒉𝒐. ------------------------------------------------------- I looked above and saw her lights are still on and curtains wide open "Wtf, why is she keeping windows open, what if someone enters" I muttered to myself frustrated. I looked at her room, wide open her cupboard visible from here. I stare at for a minute, thinking a way I can be in her room safe and sound. I looked around making sure no one saw me here and starts to find a way to enter her room. After two minutes, I found a ladder laying on her garden watching me, tempting me as if watching me with puppy eyes inviting me to use it and go to her room. "Then who I am too reject it" I said to myself shrugging my shoulder off. "Thank god" I muttered to myself looked uo at sky thanking all the gods. After a deep breath, I tip toed toward the ladder making sure I make no noise and support it with the wall. As I am about to reach her window, I stopped on my track. What if she is changing her clothes, I can't invade her privacy. All these question keep coming in my mind halting me making me worried and stop on the moment. I knocked on the window trying to be a gentleman, but not getting any response is making me impatient and frustrated. Anyways who change clothes while keeping the window wide open. "Nothing will happen, you go Ruhaan" I muttered to myself trying to find a courage in my own words. "Fuck being gentelmen" I muttered and quickly jumped inside her room

"Some bonds are written by fate... some are carved by stubborn hearts... and some... are whispered by the mountains themselves." The Himalayan sun dipped behind the peaks, spilling a golden glow across the pastel walls of Sanjh's room. The faint scent of pine floated in through the balcony, mingling with the quiet hush of the town below. Everything seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what was about to unfold. Veer's voice broke the silence, sharp and incredulous. "Why... why did you tie me up?" Sanjh leaned casually against the window frame, arms crossed, a slow, teasing smile tugging at her lips. "So that you can reject me in the marriage." A slow smirk curved Veer's lips, his dark eyes glittering with amusement and challenge. "Ah... so you're my dad's friend's daughter?" "Yes." Her gaze met his, unwavering and bold. "And don't even think for a second that I'm afraid of you." For a heartbeat, the world outside ceased to exist. The mountains, the fading sunlight, the scent of pine-it all became a stage for a silent war of wills, a playful clash of stubborn hearts, and sparks neither dared to name. Childhood memories, teasing laughter, and quiet familiarity hovered between them, threatening to ignite into something neither had expected. Two stubborn souls, bound by the plans of their fathers. Pride, teasing, mischief, and hidden attraction collide under the watchful eyes of the mountains. They resist.💘 They deny.👉🏻👈🏻 They fall... slowly, recklessly, irresistibly.💓 Will their stubborn hearts keep them apart, or will fate-and a little mischief-finally bind them together? ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^ Tropes: Arranged Marriage, Childhood Connection, Slow Burn, Mischievous × Stubborn, Artist × IPS Officer, Teasing & Flirting, Small Town × Mountain Life, Emotional Drama ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_

He was born into power. She was raised in silence. And somewhere between a deal and a disaster... they became each other's fate. ________________________________________ Vihaan Ahuja doesn't fall in love. He chooses it-like everything else in his life. Luxury. Power. Status. And Niharika-perfect, polished, and exactly the kind of woman who belongs on his arm. But not in his home. Because the Ahujas don't just want a daughter-in-law. They want perfection. And Niharika? She doesn't make the cut. ________________________________________ Enter Dr. Shraddha Mathur. Quiet. Composed. A woman who speaks less... but sees everything. She isn't what Vihaan wants. She isn't what he imagined. But she is exactly what his family chooses. ________________________________________ One ultimatum. One decision. One deal that changes everything. A contract marriage. No emotions. No expectations. No forever. Just a signature... and a promise to walk away. ________________________________________ But what happens when- the girl he never wanted becomes the one he can't ignore? when silence starts to feel like home? when pretending stops feeling fake? ________________________________________ Because hearts don't follow contracts. And love... doesn't come with an expiry date. ________________________________________ He married her for a deal. She agreed for a reason. But neither of them was prepared... for what came after. ________________________________________ ✨ A story of slow-burn love, unspoken emotions, family bonds, and the kind of connection that changes you without warning. ⚠️ If you're here for just spice and shortcuts-this isn't your story. This is about growth, healing, and the kind of love that takes its time... and leaves its mark.

Mystic Falls was supposed to be a fresh start. A quiet town. A temporary escape. But for Deepanshu, it becomes something else - a place where the past isn't forgotten, and the shadows whisper like they know him. Strangers recognize him. Friends grow distant. And Jeremy Gilbert? He isn't just another boy - he's a spark in a story that was buried long ago. This isn't just a fanfiction. It's a deeply personal reimagining - a mirror of identity, isolation, and connection, framed within the universe of The Vampire Diaries. All credit and gratitude to the original creators, Julie Plec and Kevin Williamson, whose characters and world made this possible. This story is a transformative, non-commercial tribute, told through original arcs, emotional depth, and a lens that reflects my own journey. No copyright infringement is intended - only love, inspiration, and a need to tell the story that's been haunting me in the quiet. To anyone who's ever felt out of place, unheard, or like their truth didn't belong: You do. This story is for you.

Tara Rathor. Princess of Jodhpur by birth, rebel by choice. A journalist who doesn't just report the truth-she hunts it. Fearless, sharp-mouthed, and dangerously curious, Tara has a habit of digging where powerful men bury their sins. Royal blood may run in her veins, but defiance fuels her soul. Ayansh Sharma. Mafia heir. Predator in a tailored suit. Heir to an empire built on blood, silence, and loyalty. Family is his weakness-and his excuse. He doesn't believe in mercy, only control. People don't cross him and live long enough to regret it. She chases stories that can destroy empires. He is the empire she was never meant to uncover. When Tara's investigation leads her into Ayansh's world of crime, shadows, and death, truth becomes a liability and survival a gamble. He should silence her. Break her. End her. Instead, he watches her fight him-unafraid, unbroken. Because she doesn't tremble at his violence. And he doesn't know how to resist her fire. In a game where secrets demand blood and love is the deadliest mistake- what happens when the journalist becomes the mafia heir's obsession? Power. Danger. Desire. And a love dark enough to ruin them both. 🖤🔥

ABHINATH....... Vijaygarh-the empire that thrives under the might of its rulers. A land of prosperity, power, and righteousness. But beneath the golden facade of the crown lies an unspoken truth-one of conspiracies, sacrifices, and shadows that only the throne-bearers can see. To rule Vijaygarh, one must be fierce, intelligent, and ruthless. A ruler must master the art of politics, deception, and war-for the path of royalty is not adorned with silk and jewels, but forged in blood and betrayals. And Aadinath Pratap Singh is all of that. The formidable prince who knows nothing but power. To him, emotions are a distraction, love is a mere illusion, and control is the only truth. He rules with an iron will, untouched by mercy, unmoved by sentiment. Then there is Rajkumari Abhisarika. A princess with a heart as pure as gold. A soul untouched by deceit. A woman with a nurturing nature, and unprepared for the world she is about to step into. She sees a world that is vast and abundant-a world where loyalty matters, where honor is real. But Vijaygarh is no place for innocence. Every whisper in its halls has the power to change the course of history. She is the Queen the empire never expected. He is the King the empire has always feared. And together, they will either rewrite history-or become its greatest mystery. This is not just a story of royalty. This is the rise of a King and a Queen whose names will be whispered through the ages. . . . . . Ancient India comes alive in this epic saga of crowns and conspiracies, of blood and honor, of empires built and empires burned. A tale of power, betrayal, and a legacy written in fire and stone. Aadinath × Abhisarika ♡♡ Aadinath 💪🏻 "I will protect YOU from EVERYONE." Abhisarika 🙄 "But who will protect YOU from ME?" .

About six people struggling to find love of their life , to deal with their turmoils , fighting with nafs and keeping the pace steadfast in the path of Allah . About friends who need to trust, care and respect for each other. About passionate , painful and paranoid journey of lost souls and dreams. It's a story about Ma'arij,Durre Shehwar and Khadijah. It's a story about Dr.Saaleh, Mehmood and Hunain. Started: July 2018