Silentobsession Stories

He carried a heart forged from ice-yet for her, he would set the world on fire. Jeon Jungkook was a beautiful contradiction: an angel's face hiding a ruthless mind shaped by a tragedy he could never outrun. Power and vengeance were the only things he allowed close. Love wasn't one of them. Until he was forced to protect his best friend's sister. That was when the cracks began-small, dangerous, impossible to ignore. Y/N lived with shadows of a childhood she couldn't remember, yet somehow still saw light in everything...including the man who refused to see it in himself. She shouldn't want him. He shouldn't touch her. But the pull between them was as inevitable as it was forbidden. She was Taehyung's little sister. His neighbor. His duty-and his downfall. When their connection ignites, it unearths secrets capable of destroying them both...and everything they've fought to protect. (rewritten)

Dunk, a 20-year-old uni student, never forgot the stranger who saved him when he was twelve. Joong, now a 28-year-old CEO and secret agent, never forgot the trembling boy who held his hand. When fate brings them together again, Dunk feels a strange familiarity- but Joong knows exactly who he is. Because Dunk wasn't a coincidence. He was Joong's first memory, his hidden promise, his quiet obsession.

He never saw her face. For over a year, she walked past his house every morning - scarf wrapped tight around her mouth, books pressed to her chest, eyes fixed on the road. She never once looked up. But he memorized her. The color of her dupatta on Thursdays. The slight limp in her step after the rains. The way she always adjusted her scarf before passing his gate - as if she knew he was watching. He didn't know her name. Not her voice. Not her story. But he noticed her absence like a sound gone missing. And on the days she didn't come - something in him waited. Quietly. He had no reason to feel anything. He was 42. A man with a perfect house, a wife who spoke too much, two children who filled his evenings with noise. His shirts were always ironed. His bed always made. His watch never ran late. But that girl... That silent girl with sorrow in her shoulders - She became the one part of his day that wasn't under control. And maybe that's where it began - Not in her beauty. Not in her smile. But in the ache of never knowing her at all. Presenting my new story: ✨ The Wrong Side of Love ✨ A slow-burn, forbidden age-gap romance filled with silence, stares, and unspoken emotions. #AshiAndNiraj #HiddenLove #SilentObsession #LoveWithoutAName #WatchedNotTouched #AgeGapRomance #ForbiddenFeelings #SlowBurnTragedy #WattpadIndia #WattpadStories #WattpadOriginal #IndieAuthor Start : 08 / 07 / 25

"Sometimes, love doesn't knock at your door - it dials your number by mistake." From a wrong number to a right feeling - They spoke without names. They fell without promises. But in a world of chaos, could one misdial lead to forever?They met through words, not faces. They fell through silences, not promises. Sometimes, the wrong number connects the right souls. ______________________________________ It all started with a message never meant to be sent. A dare she laughed off. A number she didn't bother saving. Shriyan Singhania didn't do distractions. He ruled boardrooms, not conversations. Yet, the teasing texts from an unknown number clawed into the cracks he didn't know he had. She was nameless. He was heartless.i In a world where everything had a price, could a wrong number write the only story that money couldn't buy? -- A middle-class girl. A cold billionaire heir. A secret connection neither can ignore. When love is just a message away... Would you dare to answer a wrong number? ✨ Tap the ⭐ if you want more chapters like this chaos! Or 📍Your votes keep this story alive (and Lavanya sane... kind of).

genre: physiological romance , thriller , forbidden obsession setting: city: american San Francisco. A city where the fog hides more than just the skyline-it hides the truth. I entered the Drakov Mansion with logic in my mind and caution in my steps. I wasn't here to feel. I wasn't here to lose control. But then he looked at me. Shshank Drakov. A name that feels like danger. A man whose silence speaks louder than most screams. Cold, unreadable, commanding-yet his presence pulls me in like a storm I was never prepared for. I'm a behavioural physiologist. I study patterns. I decode minds. But his mind? It's a locked room filled with fire, and I've just stepped inside. There's something between us-something forbidden, something reckless. And the more I try to escape it, the more it wraps around me. Because some stories aren't meant to be understood. They're meant to be survived...

Karthik oberoi x shruti gupta She - never believed in love she asked him .... "Why me ?" "What if i'm too much?" "What if i'm not enough? " He - showed her it exists He answered with Obsession... "Because you're everything i needed and now I can't breathe without you " "Rose..i didn't want perfection - i want you , exactly as you are " "You were never mine but I've always been yours and you're more than i need " ---- She was HIS muse He was Her nightmare And love ???...it was never pure when it comes with possession !!!! WELCOME Jerry's reader Get ready for a ride you won't forget !

Anukriti Chauhan never believed that small mistakes could change someone's life forever. She was the girl who smiled at strangers, tripped over her own feet, and believed that every broken thing could be fixed with a little hope. Devyansh Singh Rathod believed in silence more than words. Devyansh was cold, distant, and always busy. He spoke only when needed and trusted almost no one. People called him arrogant. Some called him heartless. But behind those silent walls, there was one thing he fiercely protected - his family. They were the only ones who truly mattered to him, and for them, he would cross any limit. They were complete opposites. She was a mess of laughter and colors. He was a quiet storm, carrying wounds he never showed. Their meeting was accidental. Their connection was unexpected. Love was the last thing they were looking for. But sometimes, life doesn't ask what you want. It simply gives you what you need - in the most unexpected ways. Between small accidents, hidden pasts, and moments they never planned, Devyansh and Anukriti's story begins.

Everyone's headed somewhere. But what if the journey was never about the destination? They never met at the right time. Maybe they never will. No maps. No directions. Just a path that keeps shifting- and a feeling that something is always waiting at the next stop. This isn't a story about where it begins. And it sure isn't about where it ends. It's about everything in between. until you realize you never got off the ride. Next Stop. It was never about where she was going. But will Siti ever find her stop... or is she just passing through, on her way to the upcoming one?