Her Replaced Groom (18+)
- Reads 3,390
- Votes 588
- Parts 22
MatureOngoing6h 28m
Last published Fri, May 22, 2026
Daksh didn't argue. He didn't rush to soothe her or deny her pain.
Ishani turned away, her body tense, voice barely above a whisper but sharp with hurt.
" it feels like the universe made a cruel joke - giving me you instead of the one I wanted."
Her words landed heavy, and inside, Daksh felt the sting like a thousand invisible wounds. But he swallowed the pain, forcing himself to stay calm.
"Ishani," he said softly, stepping a little closer, "please... just hear me out. I never asked for this. I only wanted to protect you from being broken even more."
She flinched but didn't turn around. "Protect me? How can I feel protected when everything I dreamed of is shattered?"
His voice grew gentle but urgent. "Maybe I can't fix the past. But I'm here - not as a replacement, but as someone who wants to stand by you."
She clenched her fists, her breath hitching. "I'm tired, Daksh. So tired of pretending this is okay."
Daksh's heart ached, watching her fight with herself - wanting to break but refusing to fall. "I'm not asking you to pretend. Just to give me a chance... to be here."
Then Ishani whispered, voice raw and trembling, "I'm not ready. Not yet."
Daksh nodded slowly, the pain clear in his eyes but his resolve unshaken. "Whenever you're ready... I'll wait."
||Daksh Sehgal - the elder son of the prestigious Sehgal family. Intelligent and responsible, he carries the weight of his legacy with quiet strength. With devilishly handsome looks and a calm, kind soul, Daksh is more than just a charming face - he's a protector at heart, willing to put others before himself.||
||Ishani Raichand - a gentle soul wrapped in grace and innocence. Soft-spoken yet strong, she is a girl who carries the weight of the world on her fragile shoulders without ever letting it show. Her heart beats for her loved ones, and she endures every storm with silent courage. For her father's reputation, she's willing to sacrifice her own dreams, her own voice even her own happiness.||
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Vihika - "An Eternal Flame of Love"
"I will break you beyond repair".... Vihaansh growled. "But I will cherish you and heal you till my last breath," Ishika replied, her voice unwavering. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Rose, I beg of you... If you want you can kill me, but please don't leave me Jaan, Take me along, please...?" Vihaansh pleaded, tears streaming down his face and his sobs wrenching from the depths of his soul. But no reply... ‐‐-----------‐------------------------------------------------- Here Starts a tale of a ruthless man's guilt-driven story, who is left all alone in the World and has no one to wipe his tears, give him a shoulder to sob, be a reason to smile. But he can't end his life because ......... Because she left behind their cherished symbol of love, a testament to their once-shared bond, with every breath he takes, he relives the moment she departed, a silent witness to the pain that now defines his existence. She left their Symbol of love with him. But he only breathes he left living the moment she left him. He behaves like a happy daddy before their bacha. He is a perfect Dad. But he remains haunted by the absence of a motherly presence for his daughter. He can't even share his sorrow, his dismay. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- What will happen to him as he carries the weight of his guilt? Can he ever find a way to make up for his mistakes and find happiness again? All rights are reserved by your author @Rashi_Jha🌼(by me ofc) #65 Wattpad #95 wattpad #1 in the Eternal Series .......UNDER EDIT............
Rakshash Aur Rajkumari (The Devil And The Princess) 🔞✔
"I am so sorry, Ambika," Rudraksha choked out, his voice thick with emotion. With trembling hands, he withdrew, his eyes downcast as if he could not bear to meet her gaze. "I... You don't deserve this," he continued, his words laced with anguish. "You don't deserve any of it..." As he spoke, his eyes, red-rimmed and wild, finally met hers. His hair fell in disheveled locks across his forehead, giving him an untamed appearance. He was caught between his emotions and his fierce possessiveness. "But I can't let you go... you're mine, right?" he said, voice softening as he searched her eyes for answers. Of course, no one would dare lay a finger on me except you, she thought, her eyes hardening. But before she could respond, he moved with surprising swiftness, wrapping her in a tight embrace. The feel of his strong arms around her was startling. Rudraksha was reduced to tears, it was a peculiar sight-his colossal frame, usually a source of strength now trembled with each sob. The man whose muscular build and stoic demeanor exuded an almost intimidating confidence, now seemed so fragile, so human. Instinctively, Ambika returned his embrace, her fingers gently stroking his back in an attempt to soothe him. "I can't leave without you, Ambika," he sobbed, his voice muffled against her neck. "You're too precious to me. I love you so much... I love you, more than I love myself." ••• "Stay away from me. You have no idea what I can do to you," he warned, his voice dripping with desperation and a hint of madness. "I am Rakshas, Ambika. I am a Rakshas!" His eyes blood shot, dripping with tears. ••• "If you are a thorn," she continued, her words soft but resolute, "I would happily open my arms to get hurt. If you are a heartbreaker, then my innocent heart is waiting for you to break. My hands are waiting for the awaiting hands of sorrow."Complete
Hopeless Battle
(Book #1 of Battle series) His eyes blazing with a rare fire. His grasp on her hand was tight enough to leave a bruise, his sword inches away from her neck. "Where are you trying to go, my love?" he whispered dangerously in her ears She gulped nervously for all she can see was the sword which could prick her skin any moment.She looked around to find out that she was surrounded, everything was broken and tarnished, the silk curtains were shredded into pieces, courtesy of his sword. Her silence angered him, his patience was on the edge. The presence of his own soldiers annoyed him, he wanted her cornered by him, he wanted her to fear him... only him. He pulled her with sudden force, she stumbled a bit but then it was his hold on her only which didn't let her fall. He dragged her to a room and threw her on the bed. Her eyes widened with fear, she tried moving to the far end of bed but failed miserably when he pulled her towards him by her wrist. "Who the hell gave you permission to go?" He screamed at her "Answer me!" he screamed again, the intensity of his gaze sent shivers down her spine "No one." She whispered "Then, why the hell did you try to run?" Even though she had answer, she couldn't speak. Gripping fear constricted her throat. She was trapped forever because deep down she knew there was no escape, no way out of here. The only way to survive was the battle but even that was hopeless. ☆☆✧☆☆✧ Lavanya Chatura, the beautiful princess of Chaturajy. A rebel to traditions and a fighter. But a single war changed her life into something, there's no escape from. Harshveer Daksesh, the cold hearted king of Daksesh. A brave, powerful and perfect king with no love, kindness and compassion. Some even believe that he's not human but a fire, fueled by anger. Will enemies turn into lovers? Is a string enough to keep 2 souls together? Will they win the battle where there's no hope of winning? To find out read Hopeless BattleComplete
𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄-𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝!
𝙋𝙇𝙊𝙏 𝙋𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍'𝙎 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉. 𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈, soft like monsoon rain - gentle but impossible to ignore. Graceful in her silence, resilient in her softness. Her smile blooms like dawn, even with a heart stitched from storms. She speaks in warmth, forgives like fireflies forgive the night, and still dares to believe in love. Anvesha is poetry in motion - fragile only in appearance, fierce in the soul. She is the kind of calm that heals what noise cannot. 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 , a quiet storm - composed, unreadable, with eyes that echo unspoken wars. Strength cloaks him like shadows at dusk, calm but never cold. His love isn't loud, but once given, it consumes - fierce and unwavering. He walks like a man carved from silence, yet his presence roars. Beneath the sharp edges lies a soul that once burned for love, still smoldering, still waiting to be seen again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They were never written in the same sentence, yet destiny kept placing commas where it could've ended. He was silence wrapped in steel; she was softness stitched with storms. And somewhere between broken hearts and borrowed time, they found a kind of love that didn't arrive loudly- it lingered like a secret prayer, echoed like a familiar song, and stayed like a home neither of them knew they were searching for. But not every love story is written in ink. Some are carved in scars. And theirs? The world will have to bleed a little to read it. Join the journey of Anvesha and Rudraansh in my book, 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄-𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝!
Avni : His Silent Light
He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆
𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗵: 𝗟𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲
Singhania series- Book 2 ✨Aarksh Singh Solanki,30 years old,self made billionaire ,Have Soft Side only for her,Took Her Responsibility when he was only 18. ✨Saanjh,18 years old,House wife(Have dream of studying further), innocent,shy,timid,Got Married when she was only 6. "Aallsh Baba... don't go... please... I don't want you to go..." she sobbed miserably, her small hands reaching out instinctively. Aarksh knelt down to her level, his eyes softening as he looked at her tear-streaked face. "Gudiya... shhh... it's okay," he murmured gently, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I have to go for my studies, but I will come back to you. I promise, okay?" Saanjh's sobs grew louder, her little body shaking as she clung to his hands. "But... I don't want... you to leave......" Her innocent voice cracked, and she buried her face against his chest. ✨In a village where girls are treated as burdens, little Saanjh's innocence hides a world of secrets and danger. Forced into a life she doesn't understand, she steps into the grand Solanki Haveli-where Aarksh, the young heir, becomes her protector. But can anyone truly guard her from the shadows that linger... even within these walls? A gripping tale of stolen childhood, hidden threats, and a fragile bond tested by fate. 👉starting -27th sept,2025
Let me hold you CLOSER
I need a soul to rely on A shoulder to cry on A friend through the highs and the lows I'm not gonna make it alone~~~ . A girl who has been deprived of love all his 24 years of life is going to take a step toward a boy who is already broken. ISHANA CHAUHAN Ishana's soft heart has always been broken by her closed ones, first her chacha chachi then the man she was married to. She faced violence always, it was less with chacha chachi but crossed all the boundaries of inhumanity when her husband tormented her. She is suffering from ANDROPHOBIA (fear of men) now. After taking divorce from him, she is trying to live her life despite of all the demons she fight but a ray of hope incident in her cloudy life when her mama decide to marry her to RUDRAKSH SINGH SURYAWANSHI. Kunwar sa of Jodhpur, billionaire, cold, handsome and broken. He has his own demons to fight with. He was married to his college sweetheart, Gauri for two years, life was happy, he was the most expressive person with a pure heart. His smile can lit up any sad person. They both were expecting now, that too twins. But destiny played its part and Gauri died along with both twins during labour. This broke a soft soul to extent that he turned emotion less. His aura which was ones soft and welcoming was now cold and commanding. He never wanted to marry but his father's plea made him tie knot with Ishana. . . Will Ishana able to trust him ever with herself?? Will Rudraksh able to love again?? Will they both ever say to each other..... "Let me hold you CLOSER"
Desired to be yours (Part 2)
Maybe Daksh isn't everything they think he is. Maybe he's more, more than what he shows and what he does. Something he left behind for his brother. But not this time. He won't shrink back. He won't hide in the shadows anymore. This time, he'll rise. For her. For his wife and the family they built together.
Ishq: A Never Ending Love story
"I love you..." I whispered, mustering every ounce of courage. He stood before me, silent-his eyes clouded with confusion... or was it sorrow? We were alone on the empty road, under a moonlit sky. But his face held no joy. Did he not love me? Then why he make me feel in that way. "I love you, Triple S..." My voice trembled as tears blurred my vision. "Stop it," he said, his voice heavy. With a sigh, he turned away, walking off into the night. "I really love you!" I shouted, desperate. "I swear, I'll never leave you... not even after death!" . ........⭐........ Ishq: A Never Ending Love Story College was supposed to be about bunking classes, late-night Maggi, and maybe... a few harmless crushes. Not about falling for the guy who looked like he belonged to another world - one where laughter had long faded and memories were locked away. She was chaos in sneakers - a first-year with too much energy and a smile that could light up storms. He was silence in human form - a final-year mystery, always at the back of the class, always alone. They weren't meant to cross paths. But then again, love never asks for permission. Aashi is hiding something. A secret that could erase everything. And Shreyansh? He's already lost too much to risk feeling again. But what happens when she starts forgetting... and he starts remembering everything they built? This isn't just a love story. It's a war between memory and emotion. Between holding on... and letting go. Seven stages. One unforgettable journey. Some loves don't need forever - just the right moments. Read Ishq - because some stories live on... even when people forget
Enthralling Obsession
Book 1 in (Unholy series) "You're behaving like a madman, Daksh," Ved's voice cut through the silence, filled with concern and disbelief. "Where do you think you'll find her? You don't even know her name, haven't seen her face. How can you be so sure about someone just by their touch and scent?" Daksh turned to face Ved, his eyes betraying a turmoil that ran deeper than any rational explanation could appease. "I can't explain it, Ved," he began, his voice laced with urgency. "The moment I felt her touch, breathed in her scent, it was like waking up from a dream I didn't know I was in. She's real, I know it." Ved shook his head slowly, as if struggling to comprehend. "No sane person would chase after someone based solely on touch and scent. There are plenty of other girl-" "But none of them are her," Daksh interjected, his tone firm, resolute. "I've never felt this way before. It's like she's imprinted on my soul. I crave her touch like a drowning man craves air." "I don't care what any sane person would say, because my sanity ended the moment I smelled her and touched her lips with mine." "I crave her intensely. I don't even know her name or how she looks, but her scent and touch intoxicate me, driving me to madness". "I can't say exactly when or how I got hooked on her, but one thing's for sure, she's the only thing I crave more than anything else in my life," "She has to come to me. It's not a choice; it's the only option. Whether she comes willingly or not, I know how to make her mine, even if I have to take her against her will," Daksh's eyes darkened with each word, his voice laced with an unsettling intensity. Let's see what fate has planned for Daksh and krina.
"I will break you beyond repair".... Vihaansh growled. "But I will cherish you and heal you till my last breath," Ishika replied, her voice unwavering. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Rose, I beg of you... If you want you can kill me, but please don't leave me Jaan, Take me along, please...?" Vihaansh pleaded, tears streaming down his face and his sobs wrenching from the depths of his soul. But no reply... ‐‐-----------‐------------------------------------------------- Here Starts a tale of a ruthless man's guilt-driven story, who is left all alone in the World and has no one to wipe his tears, give him a shoulder to sob, be a reason to smile. But he can't end his life because ......... Because she left behind their cherished symbol of love, a testament to their once-shared bond, with every breath he takes, he relives the moment she departed, a silent witness to the pain that now defines his existence. She left their Symbol of love with him. But he only breathes he left living the moment she left him. He behaves like a happy daddy before their bacha. He is a perfect Dad. But he remains haunted by the absence of a motherly presence for his daughter. He can't even share his sorrow, his dismay. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- What will happen to him as he carries the weight of his guilt? Can he ever find a way to make up for his mistakes and find happiness again? All rights are reserved by your author @Rashi_Jha🌼(by me ofc) #65 Wattpad #95 wattpad #1 in the Eternal Series .......UNDER EDIT............
More detailsContent Guidelines