Desiromance Stories

A story of Lavika Raichand, a trained classical dancer and singer. Living separate from her uncle and his family in Kashi, trying to be independent by working as a teacher. Her parents met with an accident when is was just 17 years old. And Dr. Reyansh Singhania, cardiac surgeon. Living with his family in Kashi. Doing his dream job as a successful surgen. Both have a totally different personality. A big switch came into his life when she entered with the sound of ghungroo, enough to make him fall for her. Desi vibes, past trauma, romance, etc.. all under a story! Small chapter with limited wait. New chapters on each alternate day! Let's see how these two will met each other, as you all know unexpected meets are the best. Let's witness the couple growing and glowing together with happiness or maybe pain. Surely the updates will be posted soon, see you soon with the new updates of the chapters! Also don't forget to be connected with me on my insta @lakshu_11.11 and give you precious suggestion to me over there!! Love you peopleeeee! Sweet

A girl who never received love, only learned how to survive without it. A man whose heart stayed guarded, who never learned how to feel at all. She endured. He avoided. She believed in silence. He hated closeness.. especially hers. A slow burn where innocence meets resistance, and love was never invited.

𝑺𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑿 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 "𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒂? 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒉?" . . . . . A wedding meant for others. A marriage neither of them chose. A mistake that changed everything. Saher Kapoor never imagined walking down the aisle, especially not as a last-minute replacement for a bride who had vanished. Shaan Malhotra never expected to be forced into marriage, let alone with a stranger standing in place of his brother's bride. Yet, under the weight of family expectations and societal pressure, they are bound together-two people who were never meant to be. What starts as a reluctant union soon unravels secrets buried deep. Saher's past refuses to stay hidden, and Shaan's world is not as perfect as it seems. When love starts creeping into the cracks of their so-called mistake, ghosts of their pasts rise to tear them apart. But was this truly a mistake? Or was it destiny all along? 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ 𓆰𓆪 ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ TROPES Accidental Marriage Slow Burn Romance Grumpy X Sweet She fell first but he fell harder Age Gap (7 years) Protective Male Lead Billionaire Romance Social Activist X CEO 'My Wife' Each other's first Found Family 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ 𓆰𓆪 ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩. . . . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 - 𝟏𝟐/𝟎𝟑/𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐍𝐃 - ......

( for people who add this book to the library, make sure you comment and vote too ) "Kshatveer! Ruko!" Yashvi screameed I didn't stop. I pinned him against the stone fountain, my hand around his throat. I wasn't a student anymore; I was a monster protecting its prize. I landed another blow, and another, until the boy's face was a mess of red. "Kshatveer! Tum usey maar daloge!" Yashvi was pulling at my arm, her small hands useless against my strength. I turned, my eyes bloodshot. "Get inside, Yashvi. Go to the classroom. Now." "Nahi! Tum pagal ho gaye ho-" "ANDAR JAO!" I roared. Yashvi's POV As soon as I saw him walking toward me-looking all calm and princely again after beating someone to a pulp-I lost it. My "elegant" mask shattered. "Teri MKC!" I screamed, the most foul, tapori abuse flying out of my mouth. "Pagal hai kya tu? Kyun maara usey? Wo sirf baat kar raha tha! Tu hamesha aisa hi karta hai, kutta, kameena, psycho-" Kshatveer's POV I was in front of her in a second. I slammed my hand over her mouth, pinning her against the wall. The smell of copper from my bleeding knuckles was between us. "No, baby... no," I whispered, my voice a dark, possessive melody. "No gande words. Not from those beautiful lips." #1 in bestfriend ( date - 5 feb 2026) #1 in slow burn ( 6 feb 2026) Kshatveer× yashvi grumpy × foul calm× violent dominant× dominant but not in front of him king × his bestie. obsessed × mad Get bitten and she bites Arrange marriage,arrange by him Psychotic ml Fierce fl

An old school Indian romance story in which the groom's father (45) , a widower, marries the bride (25) to save her dignity and her family's honour, when the groom runs away on the wedding day. What begins as duty turns to care, desire and slowly love between them as they accept each other as husband and wife. Read and be a part of their journey... ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥 No forced proximity | No non-consensual romance | No toxic relationship Translations are available for the Hindi dialogues ! PREVIOUS RANKINGS : #2 in India #1 in arrangemarriage #1 in accidentalmarriage #1 in rural #1 in soft #1 in silentlove #1 in duty #1 in acceptance #1 in intimate 🔥🔥🔥

In this village, two lives are about to be changed forever. Anand Varma-the Sarpanch's son, feared by all, with wealth, authority, and a reputation written in blood. Lavanya-a quiet, chubby girl from a middle-class agricultural family, living a world of small joys and careful routines. They are not meant to meet. They are not meant to notice each other. And they are definitely not meant to fall in love. But when paths cross in a village where everyone watches, silence begins to speak. Who falls first? Who falls harder? And what does it cost to choose courage-or softness-when the world is always watching? When the Darkness Falls Softly is a story of fear, love, and the invisible rules that govern a village. Some loves change lives. Some loves destroy worlds.

It is said that love doesn't happen from a brothel, but what happens when the offspring of that brothel becomes someone's love? The intensity, which is a product of a brothel, was once a normal life, but everything changes when Aransh Maurya enters. Aransh's intensity, madness, and love become everything. Will the name of the brothel withstand the power of love? Will Aransh's obsession be able to give his love a destination? --------------- Aaransh placed his finger on her lips and said, "We'll talk about this later. First, do what I said. Remove your clothes." Shiddat spoke softly, "Okay, but will you move off me first?" Aaransh shook his head and said, "No. In fact, you don't need to do anything." Saying this, he grabbed her shirt in one swift motion and tore it apart. Shiddat's eyes widened in shock. She quickly said, "What did you just do? You tore my clothes? We just bought this yesterday and now you've already ripped it?" Aaransh looked at her and said, "If it's torn, we'll get more. Okay? Just keep quiet and let me do what I'm doing. If any sound escapes your lips, it should only be my name and nothing else." With that, he placed his lips on Shiddat's neck. --------------- Read to find out 😜😜😜😜

This is my first ever book. It contains so many loopholes as the editing wasn't done nicely when I rephrased the story. So a genuine sorry to the readers to picked up this up and anyhow faced disappointment. 💛 #top 2 on 3.09.2025 #top 2 on 10.10.2025 #top 5 on 14.10.2025 #top 4 on 15.10.2025 #top 6 on 16.10.2025 This is republishing of the previous book with many changes and new additions read on your own risk .. Has been earlier rated as... MT: multiple times #1 in adult themes (MT) #1 in maturecontent (MT) #1 in romance #1 in couple #1 in arranged #2 in single parent #2 in Indian #2 in desi romance

Dr. Mohammad Abrar is known as the "Hitler" of City Care Hospital - strict, emotionless, and impossible to impress. For him, discipline comes before feelings, and mistakes are unforgivable. His life revolves around surgeries, responsibilities, and silence. Dr. Rukhsar, on the other hand, enters the same hospital with nervous dreams and quiet determination. Shy yet resilient, she only wants to become a good doctor while balancing her family's expectations and her own fears. "Dr. Rukhsar, you are in the middle of your critical surgical rotation. Do you think.....hospital can afford to lose an intern for half a month?" He said "Khud ki shaadi hai aur wajah mujhse pooch rahe hain..." ​"Speak up, Dr. Rukhsar" Abrar commanded quietly. ​"Sir, meri shaadi hai" she said aloud, her voice tight. "Bed 3 ka IV drip abhi tak kyun nahi badla? Maine bees minute pehle order diya tha" Abrar stepped toward her, his eyes piercing right through her, cold and entirely unforgiving. "Sir, main yahan child patient ko stitch kar rahi hoon... inka bleed zada tha.... Bas do minute, main karke-" "Maine 'do minute' nahi maange thay, Doctor!" Abrar stopped right at the edge of the bed...."Wahan patient severely dehydrated ho raha hai, unka BP drop kar raha hai, aur aap yahan apni marzi se priorities set kar rahi hain? If you cannot multitask under pressure, you don't belong in the ER! Go and fix that drip. Now!" "Hospital gossiping ke liye nahi hota, Rukhsar" he said, his voice sharp. "Hum bas 5 minute ka break le rahe thy sir" she replied, intentionally using the formal title, though it felt like salt on a raw wound.

Maa turned to me. "Riya beta, go outside and bring the flowers from the garden. And if you see him, bring him along with you." I nodded, clutching the thali a little tighter, and stepped out toward the garden. He was nowhere in sight. Shrugging it off, I bent down to lift the large basket of flowers placed near the parking area. The tiny blooms felt impossibly heavy. As I struggled, the sharp edge of the basket nicked my wrist - hidden beneath the soft folds of my dupatta. Great. If anyone notices, I'm doomed. Ignoring the sting, I stepped onto the marble path cutting through the grass - and lost my balance. "Whoa-" Before I could fall, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. My breath hitched. Time stopped. The world went silent - no birds, no distant traffic, no rustling leaves. There he was. Dhruv Rathore. Standing so close I could feel his warmth, his steady presence grounding me. The boy my heart had never quite let go of - even after four long years - was holding me in his arms. He looked exactly how memory had preserved him. Calm. Composed. Effortlessly commanding. And then reality crashed into me. He's my sister's devar. ✨A slow-burn romance set against the chaos of an Indian wedding, filled with family drama, soft moments, and emotions that refuse to stay hidden. ✨ #1 in rituals🌸✨🎀(3/02/2026) #1 in rituals (12/03/2026) #9 in beautiful ( 27/03/2026) #1 in past love ( 5/04/2026) #2 in beautiful (8/04/2026)

𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐈 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 - 𝑰 Arun, a 26-year-old orphaned man is a kind of person no one would want in their life - Loveless and Reckless. His days are spent in teaching guitar classes and nights are lost in bars, porn videos and fleeting encounters with sex workers. Love? He doesn't believe in love. Diya, a 18-year-old young woman is a kind of person everyone would love to have in their life - Full of love. Her life revolves around her lovely family, friends and her psychology classes. Love? Love is divine for her. She dreams of having a divine love like Shiv-Parvathi. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But they did. On a fateful evening, Arun kisses Diya in intoxication, misunderstanding her as a sex worker, which changes both of their lives in the ways they never wanted. Forever.

What will be your reaction if you found out that you have teleported into the 60s and got stuck in an arrange marriage? Scary right? no smartphones and AI technologies it will be a tough situation for a present day person. . Accidentally slipping back to the sixties is bad enough, but being forced to marry a stern, old-school traditionalist should be the final straw. Instead, she's completely whipped from the first look-and lucky for her, this strict man can't seem to say "no" to his chaotic, futuristic wife. Join in the journey of "NAINA PUROHIT" our protagonist and how she navigate her life in a completely different time period and that to stuck with a stranger in the name of husband Updates - every Friday BEST RANKS: #2 in arrangedlove → 27-06-26

🥇 #1 in Wattpad 🥇 #1 in WattpadIndia 🥇 #1 in WattpadRomance 🥇 #1 in WattpadFiction 🥇#1 in WattpadFanFiction 🥇 #1 in FirstStory 🥇#1 in Firstloves 🥇#1 in Wedding 🥇 And so many more rankings that still feel unreal to me! (13.06.2026) On the day of his wedding, Dhruv Malhotra was left at the altar. Humiliated. Betrayed. Enraged. And somehow, Riya ended up paying the price. Now trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, Riya becomes the target of a man who looks at her like she ruined his life. Dhruv hates her. Riya fears him. But behind closed doors, hatred slowly begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Because in a marriage built on revenge... someone is bound to fall first.

His Angel is available on Wattpad only until 17 July 2026. After that, the book will be permanently moved to Scrollstack. "I can't believe you forgot to schedule that meeting, Raj!" he shouted into the phone, his voice cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. "This is the second time! If you can't handle your job, maybe I should find someone who can!" His words were harsh, each syllable dripped with irritation. His personal assistant stammered an apology, but Aarav was too enraged to listen. "You're fir-" he began, ready to fire him, but then the soft chime of Siya's payal reached his ears, cutting through his anger. It was a gentle sound, unlike the chaos of his work life, and it drew his attention away from the call. *************************************** Aarav Singh Rathore is a powerful 28-year-old CEO and ruler of Rajasthan. Known for being cold, rude, and quick to anger, Aarav is feared by everyone around him. He controls everything in his world, always protecting his family and making sure no one dares to disobey him. Siya Rajput is a sweet and caring 21-year-old who studies English Literature. Despite losing her parents and being treated poorly by her uncle and aunt, Siya stays positive and kind. However, she sometimes feels overwhelmed by her emotions, especially anger. When Aarav and Siya's worlds come together, will Aarav's cold heart soften? Or will Siya's gentle nature be tested by the challenges she faces?

"Her eyes." He replied when the interviewer asked, "What's your favorite thing to watch when you're not doing anything?" "Apna sab kuchh chhor aaya tha, par mera sab kuchh yahin mil gaya." He said, admiring her with devotion. ♡ 𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗩𝗜𝗞 𝗞𝗛𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗔 A global superstar famous for his golden voice. Kind, handsome, funny, and known for giving the best concerts. To the world, he was sunshine in human form. But behind the fame was a man who had stopped believing in himself long ago, carrying the weight of his past and struggling with depression. When a false scandal destroyed the image he had spent years building, Rishvik ran away from the world, disappearing to hurt himself, only to end up as a teacher in a small village school. "I only sing love, I don't do love." ♡ 𝗩𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗥 A pahadi girl and a gold medalist in English Literature who left Mumbai after graduation, never telling anyone the reason why. After losing her parents at a young age, she stopped letting herself get attached to people. She runs a bookstore café in Shimla, teaches at her grandparents' school, and secretly writes love stories on Wattpad. She believes in love enough to write about it, but not enough to expect it for herself. And she absolutely hated the new teacher, not knowing who he really was. "Will I ever find the kind of love I write about?" ♡ The kind of love you see in old Bollywood movies. (Ramaiya Vastavaiya, Jab We Met coded <3) If Maula Mere Maula song was a book, it's be Healing The Star. Possible sad ending? Maybe. (NO SMUT)

Suhaira has lived her whole life under comparisons - always falling short beside her cousin, Saad, the golden boy of the family. Reserved, accomplished, and endlessly admired, he embodies everything their grandmother wanted Suhaira to also be and everything she resents. After years of distance, fate pulls them back under the same roof, where every stolen glance and accidental encounter reignites the tension she thought she'd buried. To Suhaira, Saad is still the untouchable, indifferent figure who once made her feel small. To Saad, she's still the one person who unsettles the calm he works so hard to maintain. But behind his composed silence hides a vulnerability he cannot voice and beneath her defiance lingers a heart that refuses to stay guarded. Between biting banter, protective gestures he'll never admit to, and the quiet pull neither dares acknowledge, their strained bond begins to shift. What happens when the weight of unspoken emotions becomes too heavy to ignore? In a world bound by family, tradition, and a secret threatening to spill , Suhaira and Saad must decide whether their tainted ties will break them apart or tie them together forever.

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

'' Legends says if you can't fall asleep means that you are awake in someone's dream" she said while looking directly into his eyes he has the purest eyes she has ever seen. ''That is why you can't fall asleep for months cause you were awake in my dreams."he replied with a soft smile spreading on his lips. ............ . . . . . . 💫TROPES💫 ➡️Krisha and Rajvansh ▪️Love at first sight ▪️He fell first, he fell harder ▪️Always ready to fight x cool and calm never wants to fight with anyone ▪️Gane sune Bina neend nahi aati x use dekh kar sukoon milta hai ➡️ Khushi and shreyas ▪️childhood sweethearts ▪️Friends to lovers ▪️She fell first, she fell harder ▪️Pyar bharosa hai x pyar tabahi hai ➡️ Shreya and Shikhar ▪️ Ameer baap ki sudhri hui aulaad x Ameer maa ki sanskari aulaad ▪️ High school lovers ▪️He fell first and both fell harder ▪️Love after getting insulted . . . . . . . Let's dive into purity of love In the world of rajvansh and krisha. Shreya and shikhar Khushi and shreyas ............. Finding the true meaning of love , friendship , care , fear of losing someone special and feeling of being loved from someone.

"Two hearts, carrying different scars but the same pain." Seherun Nisa- Everyone sees her as a heartless person but holds a softer heart. Unawaken kid insides her, the stolen one from her childhood. Danyal Raza- His silence is the biggest answer, Soft nature from inside and serious cold face outside. Cold and silent to the world and pookie for his loved ones. Both tired. Both hurting. Both praying for peace. From small fights to slow‑burn feelings, from silent duas to unexpected softness, their journey is filled with faith, healing, and the kind of love that doesn't rush - it grows. He fell first. She fell harder. TROPES Slow-burn Small fights Faith Arrange marriage Past Traumas Ambivort X Introvert Night Owl X Early Bird Silent Dua's for each other Total Joru ka Gulam for her Mr Blind X Ms Angry Bird