Softforher Stories

RehMat is not bound by logic, time, or reality. In this story, I let my heart lead. Ulfat and Rehman exist beyond rules, beyond endings, beyond what is possible. Here, love bends timelines, rewrites fate, and breathes even where it shouldn't. This is my space to imagine them the way I want - raw, eternal, and limitless. If you're ready to step into a world where emotions matter more than logic, come join my vision. - ree.writes ✨

--- "In a world ruled by blood and power, her smile was the only light he couldn't resist." Jeon Jungkook, 26 - Ruthless, feared by all, the mafia king whose name alone makes grown men tremble. Saira, 19 - innocent, soft, kind, and stubborn. A schoolgirl who unknowingly walked straight into his dark world - and captured his heart from the very first moment. What happens when innocence collides with obsession? "You're mine, whether you want it or not." "I'll never love a criminal like you." ---

Title: Teri Deewangi Written by: Anantika Some loves are gentle. Some loves are patient. And some loves... are powerful enough to change destinies. Meera Suryavanshi has always lived a simple life, believing that kindness and hard work are enough to survive the world. But one night, when danger finds her in the darkest moment of her life, a mysterious man appears and saves her. Aarav Rathore. Cold. Feared. Untouchable. The billionaire businessman known for his ruthless reputation claims it was nothing more than a coincidence. Just an act of humanity. But fate has other plans. Because the truth is far more dangerous. For years, Aarav has been watching her from the shadows. Protecting her from threats she never even knew existed. Every step she took... every danger that came close... he was already there. What Meera believes was a random rescue was never random at all. It was obsession. It was protection. It was deewangi. As secrets slowly unravel, Meera realizes the man who saved her is also the man who refuses to let her go. His love is intense, possessive, and dangerously consuming. And Aarav Rathore has only one truth for the world: "Tum meri ho... aur meri hi rahogi." In a world of power, secrets, and burning passion, will Meera run from the man who controls the shadows... or will she surrender to the madness of his love? Teri Deewangi is a story of obsession, protection, destiny, and a love powerful enough to blur the line between devotion and darkness.

In the heart of Jaipur, in a haveli filled with old memories and silent promises, lived a girl who was too pure for this world. Pari Sharma. Soft-spoken. Naive. Always in pastel suits. Believes in fairytales. Trusts too easily. Loves too deeply. She doesn't know that three storms are about to return into her life. They left India years ago for studies abroad. They left her behind. But they never forgot her. Now they are back. For business? Maybe. For family? Partly. But mostly... For her.

She was almost perfect. He was almost exhausted. Kenda doesn't let people close. Julian doesn't scare easily. What starts as teasing turns into quiet understanding, charged silences, and something dangerously close to love. But loving someone is hard when you're still trying to survive yourself. ______ Hi guys!! If you're reading this then I wanted to say that you should really start reading this. It's not the best but I am actually very proud and hopeful. Have a good day/night, everyone🫶🏾

They were married once. They were broken once. Now fate brings them face to face again-three years after their heartbreaking divorce. Devraj Rathore, the cold and feared heir of the Rathores, never remarried... because he never stopped loving her. Ruhi, the girl who was never "good enough" for his family, still carries the scars of a love she thought wasn't hers to keep. An orphan girl who was never loved or cherished since she was born. But when their paths collide again, old wounds reopen... and so do old feelings. A second-chance romance where love refuses to die-even after the marriage does.

Tahir Singhaniya marries Yn Sharma after his first wife's unexpected death. He was not a man who was interested in marriage after that tragic loss of his first love. But he had no other choice but to marry Yn for the sake of his nine months old daughter who was now deprived of a mother's love. He had vowed not to love anyone else other than his first wife. But will love bloom between Tahir and Yn? Read 'Vows without Love' to know their story. Subscribe Nikifics on YouTube and follow me on Stck ( Scroll Stock)and Wattpad for more such stories. YouTube: Nikifics~ Instagram: nikifics_18

"What do you see in me?" "Everything you don't." She stopped believing in love long ago - not because it doesn't exist, but because she was certain it wasn't meant for her. He never believed in love either - only in patterns, probabilities, and outcomes he could control. Two minds that calculate before they feel. Two people who don't believe they are made for softness. What begins as an arrangement turns into something far more dangerous - understanding. This isn't a story about falling in love. It's about deciding to.

[on hold] Valentina Rossi - 22 years old, a small-town girl from Todmorden. Bright, talkative, and impossible to ignore once she starts speaking, valentina's mind is always overflowing with ideas, colors, and designs. A college student with big dreams stitched together from ambition and imagination, she's obsessed with fashion sketching outfits, studying fabrics, and dreaming of the day her creations will walk real runways instead of living only in her notebook. Killian Carrington -25 years old. Billionaire. CEO of Velouré Atelier. Ruthless perfectionist. Known in elite business circles as Mr. Arrogant, he's a man built from discipline and ambition. Cold, calculating, and dangerously handsome, Killian lives by one rule: work comes first everything else is irrelevant. _____ Killian is adamant about firing Valentina for discovering his secrets. Can Valentina find out a way to blackmail him into letting her stay? More importantly, what's going to happen when he finds out that she is an intern at Velouré Atelier AKA his company? But it's not as easy as it seems.... Can Valentina handle having her CEO as her roommate?

He was never meant to look at her twice. She was never meant to correct him on her second day. Shanaya Dwivedi has always liked men who don't exist - the older, colder, emotionally unavailable type found only in romance novels. Then she joins Raichand Group. And meets one. Vikrant Raichand doesn't smile unnecessarily. Doesn't tolerate interruptions. Doesn't believe in emotional chaos. Until a sharp-eyed strategist with steady hands and a stuttered introduction says, "I disagree." The boardroom falls silent. And something shifts. What begins as professional rivalry turns into unspoken tension. What should have remained office politics becomes family involvement. And before either of them fully understands what's happening- A marriage proposal is placed between them. No love confession. No dramatic courtship. Just silence. But silence can be louder than desire. And when a man like Vikrant Raichand finally falls- he doesn't fall softly. He falls completely. © 2026 Tisha. All Rights Reserved. This book is an original work by Tisha. Any copying, reposting, translation, or adaptation of this story or its parts without permission will be considered a violation of copyright law. Please respect the author's effort and creativity.

He stepped into her space, forcing her back until the wall met her spine - cold, unforgiving. His eyes darkened, sharp and demanding, yet his voice stayed low and controlled. One hand rested at her waist, steady, possessive enough to make her breath hitch. "H-he's just my... my friend," she stammered. His jaw tightened. "I don't care who he is," he said quietly. "He crossed a line." His hand shifted slightly, enough for her to feel the intent without the act. "He touched you." Their faces were barely an inch apart now. "I don't give permissions lightly," he continued, his voice dangerously calm. "And he didn't have one." Her pulse raced. "H-He just moved it away... it was getting in the way of my project," she said, forcing the words out. "Why are you so angry? What... what do you want?" A slow smirk curved his lips. His gaze lingered for a moment longer than it should have before returning to her eyes, making her feel seen in ways she didn't want to admit. "What do I want?" he murmured. She swallowed hard. "Tell me to stop," he said softly. She didn't. The silence between them grew thick - heavy with everything, neither of them dared to say out loud. -ˋˏ ༻❁✿✧𑁍❀༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻❁✿✧𑁍❀༺ ˎˊ- He was the dangerous kind of irresistible... She was the calm, chaotic force he couldn't resist. A fleeting glance in the chaos of a crowded room. A night full of secrets and unspoken desires. Thrown into an arranged marriage, Advik's possessiveness was intoxicating. His teasing, his jealousy... every touch, every whispered command pulled her closer, until desire burned hotter than she ever imagined. But in a world of mafia power, family lies, and hidden enemies, trust was fragile... And hearts were easy to break. ❁Troupes❁ Arranged Marriage Mafia Alpha Protective Male Lead Jealousy & Obsession Slow Burn Romance Childhood Connection Family Drama Rivals & Secrets

A true love story - not sure that it would be perfect or not, but yeah... it's beautiful. He joked with everyone. Insulted girls without blinking. Laughed like nothing could touch him. But when she spoke - He went silent. No comebacks. No jokes. Just a soft, "Haan, tum sahi keh rahi ho." Adityan Singh Shekhawat - youngest Rajput son, class clown with villain energy, the boy every teacher feared and every girl wanted. Devika Gupta - eldest daughter from a Teli family. Calm, quiet, and completely unfazed by his chaos. She didn't chase him. Didn't even smile at his jokes. Maybe that's why he stood closer. Close enough to feel. Close enough to almost touch. He wasn't single. He wasn't taken. He was just...𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

Violet Diggory has always lived in the shadow of her older brother - the beloved, brave, and golden Cedric Diggory. Quiet and overlooked, she's known as the shy Hufflepuff with a famous last name. But everything begins to change when Theodore Nott, a Slytherin with a sharp mind and even sharper secrets, begins to notice her. He's one of the Sacred Eight. Cold, unreadable, and deeply tied to a world she was raised to fear. At first, Violet thinks he's just like the rest of them - arrogant, cruel, untouchable. But when their paths keep crossing, when the masks start to slip, she begins to wonder: Is there more to Theodore Nott than darkness?

Schedule : Every Saturday He needed a wife for business. He wasn't supposed to fall in love. In the underworld of dark suits, blood-drenched deals, and diamond-lined lies, Aleksander Volkov a cold, feared Bratva king with a global empire agrees to a contract marriage to protect his image for a billion dollar expansion deal. The catch? The woman must be sweet, loyal, and low-profile. Enter Ira Raichand, a soft-spoken, artistic Indian woman forced into the marriage by her adoptive guardian who owes a heavy debt to the Volkovs. She thinks she's just a pawn. But Aleksander sees something in her-something pure he never knew he needed. He tells himself it's just for show. But the way she flinches at violence... the way she tends to his bruises... the way she stands up for him without fear... He finds himself obsessed. Not possessive. Obsessed like an addict with light in his veins. And when enemies try to use her to break him.... They learn Aleksander Volkov doesn't lose what's his.

In the grand Rathore Mansion of Mumbai live four brothers the city fears. Powerful. Untouchable. Ruthless in business. But inside their mansion? They melt. Not for money. Not for power. Only for her. She is not just their sister. She is their Baccha. Their Angel. Their soft little heartbeat in a cruel world. She is innocence overloaded. She doesn't understand flirting. She doesn't understand jealousy. She thinks if someone smiles, they must be kind. She still asks, "Bhaiya, agar main gir jaungi toh aap pakad loge na?" And the answer is always the same- "Hum tumhe girne hi nahi denge." If someone raises their voice at her? The Rathore brothers don't forgive. If someone stares at her too long? They make sure that person never looks again. Because in their world- She is protected. Possessed. Cherished. Only theirs.

She was born into blood. Raised inside a mansion that looked like heaven from the outside-and hell behind closed doors. Y/N learned early that silence was survival. That bruises fade, but memories don't. That men like her father didn't see daughters... they saw possessions. Sung Baek Hoon ruled his empire with cruelty masked as discipline. To him, women existed for pleasure and legacy-nothing more. And Y/N was never meant to escape his shadow. Then came Park Jimin. Cold. Quiet. Untouchable. A mafia heir trained to kill before he learned how to love. He wasn't supposed to feel. Wasn't supposed to care. But he did. He watched her long before she noticed. Protected her without asking. Loved her in silence when loving her meant war. Their college romance bloomed in stolen moments and fragile promises-until Y/N was forced to push him away, choosing fear over freedom. Jimin obeyed. He stayed distant. But he never stopped guarding her from the dark. Now fate drags them back together-into a world of guns, betrayal, and secrets buried under velvet lies. Where her sadistic family hides monsters behind polished smiles. Where her brother's gaze lingers too long. Where every touch feels like a warning. And where Jimin's devotion burns deadly. Because some love stories don't begin with flowers. They begin with blood. 🕯️ He would burn cities for her. 🕯️ She would bleed to escape. 🕯️ And the past is coming for both. A dark mafia romance filled with obsession, forbidden love, psychological tension, twisted family secrets, and a man who would destroy the world to keep her safe. Some truths are better left buried. But not all graves stay closed.

A gentle village girl. A guarded city CEO. Two worlds that were never meant to meet. Honey Starling's innocence was shaped by love, loss, and a life far from cruelty. Kiyoshi Tsukihara's heart was hardened by betrayal and broken trust. When their paths cross, he believes she's too pure for the city. She believes even the coldest hearts can soften. A slow-burn romance about trust, protection, and learning that innocence can be real. © 2026 LunarxMoon. All rights reserved. This story is an original work. Do not copy, repost, or adapt without permission.

Once, they were inseparable until distance tore them clean apart. Now fate's got a sick sense of humor and shoves them back together, forcing them to work side by side like nothing ever happened. He's stoic. Controlled. By the book to a fault. She's reckless. Sharp-tongued. A walking middle finger to rules she never agreed to. They clash over everything, Choices, Morals, the past they refuse to name. Every conversation is a quiet war. Every look lingers half a second too long. There's a softness between them neither is willing to admit, because admitting it would mean admitting how deeply they once mattered... and still do. What they don't say hangs heavier than what they do. And the longer they pretend they're unaffected, the more dangerous it becomes. Tropes: Rebel x Stoic | Forced Proximity | Childhood bestfriends to estranged to lovers | Reunion Angst.

"The Alpha's rage bowed to no one... except the girl fate bound to his soul."

You can be in love. You can also be in despair. Leila Noor Al-Kindi has lived both. Brilliant at Yale, obedient at home, she agrees to meet a matchmaker expecting obligation-not Hassan Saleh. A powerful Saudi lawyer who is incredibly unyielding to the world but impossibly gentle with her. He was everything her parents wanted, besides the fact that he didn't demand her obedience. She learned her parents weren't chasing tradition, but something far more sinister.