Runawaybride Stories

I was tucked into a quiet corner of the venue, phone pressed to my ear, trying to sound calm while negotiating yet another last-minute political mess. A dozen eyes might be on me at any moment, cameras lurking, assistants hovering-every second was supposed to be controlled, measured. And then she came. Lehenga swirling like a firebrand, eyes blazing, cheeks flushed. She barreled straight at me, ignoring the whispers and flashing cameras that must have already spotted her. "Saamne se haatho mere!" she demanded, spinning toward me like a whirlwind. I yanked her wrist back instinctively. "The fuck are you doing? It's your damn wedding!" I hissed, still holding the phone, my voice sharp enough to slice through the chatter around us. Her gaze flicked at the guests trailing behind, at the paparazzi snapping furiously at my aides frozen in horror-and that grin hit me like a bullet. The kind that said she had thought this through, and I was completely trapped. Before I could react, before I could scold her or shove her gently aside, she rose on her toes and kissed me. Soft. Sudden. Scandalous. Right there. In front of everyone. Gasps, flashes, murmurs-they all blurred around me. My phone clattered to the floor. My pulse raced. And she... she was laughing silently against my lips, eyes sparkling with triumph, daring me to care about protocol, duty, or reputation.

She was meant to be a bride. Instead, she chose to run. Leaving behind a life she never wanted, she steps into the unknown-where fear, chaos, and fate collide. What begins as an escape soon turns into something far more dangerous, pulling her into a war she never chose. And in the middle of it all, she meets him- not by chance, but by destiny. She ran for freedom... and found something far more powerful.

The forest was not quiet that night. The wind carried whispers of drums and wedding bells, of silk dragging against the earth as Roohi ran. Her bridal jewelry clinked with every desperate step, her veil a torn banner of rebellion fluttering behind her. She didn't dare look back. If she did, she might hear her stepmother's voice, sharp as a knife, reminding her of duty, reminding her of chains. Her lungs burned. Her feet ached. But still she ran - because anything was better than a marriage forced upon her. Anything was better than belonging to someone she did not choose. And then... the shadows moved. He stepped out from the darkness like he had always been there, waiting. Tall, dangerous, eyes glinting under the pale moonlight - a man the world whispered about in fear. Ishaan. For one heartbeat, she froze. Had she escaped one danger only to fall into another? But his gaze held no threat. Only... devotion. Fierce. Unwavering. As though the sight of her, broken and breathless in bridal red, was something holy. He didn't speak. He only shrugged off his jacket, draping it around her trembling shoulders, and for the first time that night, Roohi's heart stopped running. Ishaan watched her. The world had always called him ruthless, bloodstained, untouchable. But as he saw her veil slip, her eyes wide with fear and defiance, something in him shifted. She wasn't just a runaway bride. She was a prayer he never knew he'd whispered. He told her nothing that night. Not of the storm she had awakened in him. Not of the vow that took root in his chest. But as she shivered under his jacket, Ishaan knew one truth with the kind of certainty men kill for- From this moment on, she was his to protect. His to worship. His.

He didn't want a wife, but he won't tolerate a rebel. She was a runaway bride; now, she's a captive queen. Haider Malik doesn't rescue people, he owns the whole damn scene. Cold. Sharp. Untouchable. And then Tuba crashes into his world, stubborn, sunshine and his headache. Tuba's spirit is too free for any cage. Haider dismissed her as a "Wildcat." Tuba declared him "The Jerk." They vowed never to cross paths again. Then the papers were signed. Tuba, a furious runaway bride, is dragged back and forced into an inescapable marriage with her worst enemy: Haider Malik. Now, the "Wildcat" is trapped with "The Jerk." They hate each other. They need each other. He wants control. She wants freedom. Destiny said: "Let's make it messy." When a forced marriage ties them together, Fire meets gasoline.... And neither of them is ready for the explosion. Love? Please. They'd rather kill each other first.

She ran away from a life she never wanted... and knocked on the wrong door. Or maybe... the right one. He was just a simple man with a quiet life, working a 9 to 5, far from chaos and danger. She was everything he wasn't-reckless, chaotic, and hiding a truth she could never tell. One lie turned into a night. A night turned into days. And days turned into something neither of them planned- Love. But secrets don't stay hidden forever. When the truth finally comes out, when pasts collide and bullets replace promises... will love be enough to survive? Or was it all just- a lie that led them to each other?

Nithya Reddy's life has always been planned by others. The perfect daughter. The perfect reputation. The perfect future. At least, that's what everyone expected. Maya Krishna, on the other hand, has spent her entire life doing exactly what she wants. Loud, fearless, and impossible to ignore, she's the kind of girl who turns every ordinary day into an adventure. When fate unexpectedly throws them into each other's lives, neither of them is prepared for what follows. One is searching for freedom. The other has never been afraid to chase it. Between unfinished dreams, new beginnings, unexpected feelings, and countless "OMG!" moments, Nithya and Maya discover that life rarely goes according to plan-and sometimes, that's exactly what makes it beautiful. A heartwarming GL rom-com filled with laughter, chaos, friendship, healing, and a love story neither of them saw coming. ❤️ TROPES ✨ 🌸 Opposites Attract 🏡 Found Family 💕 Slow Burn Romance 🎓 Academic Achievers ☀️ Sunshine × Introvert

Previously known as "His Brother's Bride" "The bride who ran from her husband and into the arms of his brother." - coming to wattpad next month!! SAVE TO YOUR LIBRARY SO YOU DONT MISS IT! -

(Orphan Hero OC x Runaway Bride OC x Crossover) On a wedding night, A bride ran away after realizing her fiancés true nature. The bride didn't want to be part of the Grooms criminal underworld so she decided to bolt out of the wedding and was alone in the breach. Fast forwarding to an orphanage, A young orphan decided he didn't like to be in the orphanage due to the cruelty he and his older brother saw. Making the hardest decision the youngest sibling decided he was gonna leave the orphanage while his older brother protects their friends. As the young orphan was going to the animal sanctuary their mother owned before she died, he encountered the bride on the beach. Their journey started to be the beginning as her cruel fiancé set a price on their heads.

// His eyes burned like orbs of violet flames as his stare singed into my own. Every blade of hair on my arms were on edge, as if they would pluck themselves and leap off, when his breath grazed the inner corner of my neck. Strong arms curled around and carressed my waist, the heat of his touch burning through the layers of velvet and lace. "You are my ruin... and you are my salvation." // ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ As the sole living offspring of King and Queen of Áedaur, Maeve was destined to inherit the throne. Yet, in order to save their crumbling kingdom, which has fallen victim to war and conflict with the Kingdom of Cruechia, nineteen year-old Maeve is arranged to marry Prince Xavien of Tethralle. Theirs could be an alliance that of flint and steel: Could end in a controlled fire or a blazing inferno. ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════

She was hired to plan his wedding. He was the groom who never believed in love. It was supposed to be simple - an arranged marriage, two powerful families, a house full of guests, and a wedding planner whose only job was to make sure everything looked perfect. But then the bride ran away. And in one night, Inaya Siddiqui's perfectly planned wedding turned into a scandal. Aaryan Malhotra was humiliated in front of hundreds. Inaya was blamed for a mistake that was never hers. They were not friends. They were not lovers. They were not even fond of each other. But fate had a strange way of bringing people back to the places they were meant to belong. Because somewhere between ruined weddings, unfinished apologies, family chaos, stolen glances, and words neither of them were brave enough to say, Inaya found something she had stopped asking life for. A home. In his mother, who asked to be called Ammi. In his father, who became Abbu. In his brother, who became Bhaijaan. In his bua, who became Phupho. And slowly, dangerously, unwillingly... In him. But loving Aaryan meant risking more than her heart. Because if he broke it, she would not only lose the man she loved. She would lose the first family that ever felt like hers.

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Olivia Love thought she finally had her life all figured out: a career she loved, a cosy apartment and a loving fiancé, with their wedding only moments away. Then, she sees the man she never thought she'd see ever again. Someone she'd left in the past and prayed she would eventually be able to forget. Alastair Hart. Olivia Love is forced to question the reality of her feelings when that familiar face from her past makes a reappearance, wreaking havoc on Olivia's simple life - and heart. ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ { Ongoing story - post new chapters weekly at a minimum! :) } { Word Count - 9085 }

The Wrong Proposal Arisha Rahman was never meant to be part of the arrangement. Not the first choice. Not the second choice. Not any choice at all. Her sister, Safa Rahman, was supposed to be the perfect bride in a carefully planned marriage between two powerful families. Until the night she disappeared without a trace. With rumours spreading faster than truth and reputations hanging by a thread, the families make a decision that changes everything. Arisha will take her sister's place. Aariz Chowdhury did not ask for an arranged marriage. He did not ask for complications. And he definitely did not ask for the younger sister of the woman he was meant to marry. But when duty outweighs desire and silence feels easier than refusal, he agrees to a temporary engagement that was never supposed to mean anything. Six months. No feelings. No expectations. No future. But some promises break before they are even spoken. As Arisha and Aariz begin to uncover the truth behind Safa's disappearance, they realize nothing about their families is as simple as it seems. And somewhere between forced smiles, late-night conversations, and secrets buried too deep to stay hidden, they begin to forget the rule they both agreed to follow. Never fall. Because what happens when the replacement becomes the only person you were ever meant to choose?

Aradhya Shrivastav. A girl who had spent her entire life searching for a love she had never received. Rejection, loneliness, and silent sacrifices had become a part of who she was. Yet, even after taking everything from her, fate still seemed unwilling to let her rest. And then there was Rudraksh Rathore... A man wrapped in secrets, carrying storms behind unreadable eyes and a heart that had forgotten what warmth felt like. People feared him, misunderstood him, or simply chose to stay away. When destiny intertwines the paths of two broken souls, will they become each other's salvation... or the reason for each other's destruction? Some wounds are visible. Some scars remain hidden. And some stories are written long before the people living them ever realize it. Will Aradhya finally receive the love she always longed for, or will Rudraksh become another chapter of pain in her life?

1980. In the quiet village of Sheetalpur, where every decision is watched and every mistake is remembered, one night is enough to rewrite two lives. Whether they are ready for it or not. She only wants a way out. He never wants to be pulled in. But sometimes, life doesn't ask. It chooses. "What if I turn out to be wrong too?" It is a question he has buried deep within himself, a fear he has learned to live around, not face. Until her. A girl who refuses to stay silent. A moment that refuses to pass. And a bond neither of them has chosen... yet cannot walk away from. Now, with a village watching, a past that refuses to stay behind, and a future that demands a decision, they stand at a crossroads where every step has a cost. Because sometimes... doing the right thing doesn't feel right at all.

Beneath the comforter of blue sky, Above the rug of blue ocean they lie, He wants love, She wants revenge. He has a ring, She has a gun. He is an open book, She is a total mystery. Zuha's POV. I looked ahead at the vanishing sea shore, as the wild waves hit our ship. The memories of past hit my thoughts. *FLASHBACK* "Ouch" I winced as a sharp rock tore my skin. The voice of steps grew closer. I felt like a complete failure. Trying to manage my heavy bridal lehenga i stood up. This excruciating pain from my bleeding feet made it hard for me to walk. Eliminating these killer heels from my feet I managed to stumble ahead. Tiny rocks on the way made it more difficult for me to walk. Tears started brimming my eyes and that is when I realized running from your own marriage that too just an hour before your Nikah is not an easy task. I regret my decision. I don't have anyone, I don't know how am I going to escape from this wild forest. *Flashback* Present. He brought me to this cruise party to celebrate our victory but how much did he knew my victory was still a step ahead.I looked at the ship that was gracefully decorated. It felt too much for a celebration. "Zuha" a familiar voice echoed in my ears.I took a deep breath to calm my senses. All I wanted was to eradicate him. I twirled around with full force facing the pistol towards him. And what I saw did blew my senses. He was on his knees, dressed in a black coat, with a box of ring in his hand. Behind him was a huge red heart engraved with "Marry me" I looked in his eyes, love was pouring out of them but he was in shock as well. Controlling my overwhelming emotions I placed the tip of my pistol on his forehead. "Time to celebrate my actual success, Mr.Psychiatrist."

One shot of a crisis averted. Harry and Hermione being idiots in love.

✧˖° ✨ ❝i thought i ran away from the marriage, didn't i?❞ ≻───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────≺ ↻RUNAWAY BRIDE. ji changmin. ↻STATUS ; on-hold.

Robert was left at the alter by Melanie. She left him for her best friend and Robert is having a hard time letting it go. All he wants is his beautiful Melanie back.

(Y/N) (L/N) is a 25 year old bride. Expected by her family to marry her rich high-school sweet heart, she has to have her wedding on her birthday. In anger and rage by this ridiculous situation her family has forced her into, she runs off 10 minutes before she's supposed to walk down the isle. A girl walking around Chicago in a expensive wedding dress is obviously noticeable, but when she meets four familiar men, they vow to protect her and keep her away from her forced hell. -------------------------- I got my inspiration for this fic from TheFallOutAngel's imagine in her Patrick Stump Imagine Book called The Runaway Bride. Go read it and go follow her cause it's really cool. I obviously don't own Fall Out Boy.