Indian Stories

"He doesn't say 'I love you.' But he changed in all the ways that yelled it." •••••••••••••• Vaani Joshi never expected love from her arranged marriage - just respect, maybe some space, and silence she could live with. Dhruv Deshmukh was exactly that: powerful, unreadable, and cold. He didn't ask her what she liked. He didn't ask how her day was. And she never asked for anything. But then he started noticing. Not her words - her silences. Not what she wanted - what she gave up. The man who never looked twice is now the one who watches her the closest. And the girl who never expected anything... is the reason he's learning how to give everything. •••••••••••••••• "Why do you always notice the things I don't say?" He looked at her for a long second. "Because you never ask. And I've never wanted to give anyone more." •••••••••••••••• Tropes: Slow-burn romance | Arranged marriage | Contemporary drama | Indian diaspora | Urban luxury + emotional intimacy | Cold ML x Soft FL | Changing for her

4 young hearts embark on a journey to self discovery, healing, redemption and love. Soumya and Dhara Awasthy don't have much choice in the matter when their grandparents open their home to the Rawat family. Falling in love with the rich, suave men who could complicate their simple lives wasn't on their radar, but the thing about love is that it knocks on your door rather unexpectedly. Two estranged brothers, Rudra and Akash Rawat, decide to accompany their grandparents on their pilgrimage to Palampur. When they set out on this over 400KM journey, their itinerary included taking care of their grandparents and not throttling each other. However, that soon changes when falling for their hosts' granddaughters is added to the list much to their unwillingness. When real life demands Rudra and Akash's attention, the couples have a crucial decision to make- Should they act on their feelings or write them off as a holiday fling? **Warning- This is a slow burn read**

INT. INDORE CITY HOSPITAL - ICU CORRIDOR - NIGHT Rain lashes against the windowpanes. Inside, it's silent except for the rhythmic beep... beep... of two ICU monitors. In Room 203, little Rashi Ved Malhotra lies unconscious - bandaged, pale, clinging to life. In Room 204, her mother Avantika is fighting death too - chest rising unevenly, eyes dim with pain. Tubes run across her thin arms. Her once-bright hair is greying early. Her body broken. A frail woman lies beside her bed - Avantika's mother, nearly 80, barely breathing. Avantika (whispers, trembling): They'll take her from me... like they took everything else... Her mother holds her hand with a trembling grip. NANI (weakly): She's... your daughter. Not his pawn. Call... call the boy... AVANTIKA: They don't know. They never knew she existed. NANI: He's your blood too... Rishi... find him... # 1 bhai( 6/ 7/25) #1 little sister( 12/7/25) #3 brothers (8/7/25) #3 bhaiya(8/7/25) #1 indore(7/7/25) #1 love triangle (6/8/25) #4 india (9/8/25 🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

In the Yaduvanshi family, wealth, power, and status know no limits. But love? Warmth? They're nothing but a mansion full of frozen hearts. They can rule empires with ruthless hands... yet can't hold each other when the nights get cold. And then came Mythili Ashutosh Chakraborty a woman in love. People say a woman in love is foolish... maybe she is. Because for the happiness of her love, she dares to dream of stitching this shattered family back together, holding on to a fragile hope gifted by someone just as broken as everyone She believes warmth can heal. But she's bound for life to Vidharth Singh Yaduvanshi the cold, unbending eldest son, a man who wears the skin of a human yet rules like the king of devils. Will he protect her wings... or tear them apart? Will she melt hearts of stone... or lose herself in the fire? This isn't just a romance. It's love tangled in betrayal, pain laced with hope, and a desperate attempt to piece together a soul that may never be whole again. Step into a world where every silence hides a secret... and every touch can heal, or destroy.

•|𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 (Replaced Bride) 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘|• ✦ RITVIKA KAPOOR ✦ A girl who carries the sun in her smile and storms in her silence. She wasn't raised in riches, but she's richer than most-in love, in softness, in strength. A single mother at 24, her heart beats not just for herself, but for her little girl who calls her "Mumma." 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 is her language and 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 her comfort-she loves quietly, endures deeply. Every scar has a story, but she chooses not to tell them, only to live past them. She dreams of love, but doesn't expect it. She hopes for a miracle, yet walks through life with calm acceptance. She is a - ❝ Khud se zyada kisi aur ke liye jeene wali ladki. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ VIDYUT RAJVANSH ✦ His presence demands silence. A man built from shadows and steel. Cold eyes, sharp suits, and a reputation darker than the night. He's the kind of man who doesn't flinch at loss, and never looks back once he walks away. A CEO, a name whispered in fear, a heart hidden behind layers of pain and pride. Commitments? He avoids them. Emotions? He shuts them out. Children? He doesn't do soft things-until Tara calls him "Dadda." He doesn't believe in second chances, but somehow, Ritvika feels like the home he never had. He is a - ❝ Mohabbat se door bhaagne wala, lekin mohabbat mein doobta hua aadmi. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ Join the Journey of RITVIKA & VIDYUT 💗

He is power. She is pain. ✨Aarav Singh Rathore - a ruthless billionaire CEO, cold-hearted, arrogant, and feared by the world. To everyone, he is success personified. To his family, he is a fiercely protective son, brother, and grandson. And in the shadows, he is something far more dangerous - a hidden mafia king who rules silently and saves lives without taking credit. ✨Kiara Sharma - innocent, soft-spoken, and broken. After losing her parents in a tragic accident, she is forced to live with relatives who treat her like a burden, not family. Bruised by the past, she survives by remembering her parents and dreaming of a life where love doesn't hurt. When fate ties them together in an arranged marriage, two opposite worlds collide. A cold husband with a dangerous secret. A wounded wife learning how to breathe again. What begins as a marriage of convenience slowly turns into something deeper - stolen glances, quiet protection, late-night conversations, family chaos, sibling pranks, wedding madness, and a joint family filled with laughter and love. But love is never easy when enemies lurk in the shadows. As Aarav's obsession to protect Kiara grows, danger follows. Secrets come out. Blood is spilled. And when Kiara's life is put at risk, Aarav must choose between the empire he built and the woman who owns his heart. From slow-burn romance to possessive love, from family drama to mafia wars, from pain to healing, this is a story of a girl who learns to love again and a man who becomes soft only for her. Will love survive when darkness comes for them? Or will the mafia king lose the one thing he never knew he needed? 💍❤️🖤

Boy 1: "Hey, new girl! Stop right there!" Jaanu's heart skipped a beat. She immediately lowered her head, clutching the strap of her bag tighter. She quickened her pace, hoping they'd ignore her if she didn't respond. Boy 2: "Hey! Didn't you hear us? We're talking to you!" Her steps faltered. Fear gripped her, but she knew she couldn't avoid them forever. Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked toward them slowly, her head still bowed. She dared not make eye contact, her nerves getting the better of her. Friend 1: "So, what's your name?" Jaanu mumbled her response, her voice barely audible. Jaanu (softly): "Jaanu..." The boys laughed. Friend 2: "What? Speak up, scary cat. What's your name again?" Jaanu, trembling slightly, raised her voice just enough to be heard. Jaanu (a little louder): "Jaanu." Friend 1: "And which year are you in, little Jaanu?" Jaanu: "First year..." It was then that Hrithik finally spoke, his voice dripping with disdain. Hrithik: "Wow. She's such a scared little kitten. Look at her-can't even lift her head. What's she so afraid of? Does she think we're going to eat her or something?" His words stung, but Jaanu remained silent. Friend 2: "Yeah, such an annoying girl. It's like she's imagining things in her head about us." Jaanu flinched slightly at their words but still didn't dare to raise her head. Hrithik smirked as he leaned back, his gaze never leaving her. Hrithik: "Leave her. She's not even worth the time. Just another waste of space in this university." The group laughed, but Jaanu couldn't hold back her emotions anymore. She clenched her fists, her breathing uneven. Hrithik's next words pushed her over the edge. ........................................................... Intresting ? Give it a try to witness how the destiny played between Hrithik and Jaanu.

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ ↪𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 - 24 years old, 5'3. Beautiful surgeon. She is introverted yet talkative and expressive to people with whom she is comfortable. Shy, sweet, soft-hearted and kind yet strong enough to take a stand against the wrong. Reads fictional books, a hopeless romantic. Gift-giving is her love language. Wants to experience and deeply fall in love but only with the right person, who she has yet to find. ↪𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 - 29 years old, 6'2. A hot topic for media and girls. Was the popular boy in his teenage era. The most eligible bachelor in the state currently. CEO of Raghuvanshi & Co. A gym freak and workaholic, who portrays a rude and poker face mask. Lovable and soft for his family. Hasn't dated yet neither wishes to do it in the future. He is from a Royal background and is involved in the mafia. She is emphatic He is rude She talks a lot He is a man of his words She puts others before herself He doesn't care about other people She is sunshine and bubbly He is grumpy and cold She wishes for her partner to be like those fictional men in her book Will he be her fictional man? A soft romance, a book you can come to when you want to be wrapped in a blanket of warmness and butterflies. A book with lots of romance, teasing and a little bit of drama.

Dharnika was never meant to belong . Born unwanted and raised with loss, she grew up surviving, hiding her pain behind a smile . When life takes her to her grandfather's home . she steps into a world of strangers, where love , care and acceptance await in unexpected ways . Can a girl who has never known true family . find her place-and finally call a home her own?

Yaduvanshi series #1 An Arranged Marriage Story. POWER!!!!! That's what he always wanted. He is king of a small kingdom of Madhya Pradesh but his power is not limited to Madhya Pradesh only. He is one of the richest men in India who holds the power of money in the market and of leaders in parliament. He is one of those chosen people who are running the country behind the curtain. Politician bows their head in front of him, businessman is ready to put everything at stake just to put their name with his company and a messiah to his kingdom's people. His soft side is for no one at least he does pretend that. But......... A small brown-eyed, honey-voiced girl entered his life. And from the very first moment he saw her, he started feeling a weird fluttering in his heart. She was chosen by his grandfather for him but he knew it was God's plan. She is a puzzle, He wants to solve her. She is scared, He wants to protect her. She fears love, He wants to spoil her. She is broken, He is her healer. Let's join Aashrit Singh Yaduvanshi and Meera Singh Yaduvanshi in the journey of love after marriage.

"Biryani.", Navya answered. "And Yash wants to talk to you.", Navya said to Vivaan, gesturing for Yash to start speaking. He sighed before turning to his older brother. "Look, bhai, I need you to talk to ma. I cannot get married. I just cannot.", Yash said firmly. "Why? You gay?", Vivaan asked taking a bite of biryani straight from the cooking pot. Navya gave him a look and snatched the spoon from him, but he ignored her, turning back to his brother who was glaring at him. "Just talk to ma, Vivaan", Yash rolls his eyes. "You think I can change her mind? Trust me, if i could, I wouldn't have married Navya.", Vivaan says bluntly, and Navya's jaw practically drops at her husband's brutal comment. Yash raised an eyebrow. It was true. Vivaan was the most stubborn of all three brothers and if even he had given in to their mother, it meant, she was invincible, and Yash was fucked. That is the moment Yash realized that he wasn't getting out of this one. Read fast to dive deep into this family of assholes😘

Dev Singhania Born into wealth, but shaped by expectations. He inherited his father's company branch in New Mumbai, stepping into a world where success was a given, but proving himself was the real challenge. Sharp, disciplined, and ruthless-he doesn't tolerate distractions, least of all emotions. A man who believes in logic over feelings, power over vulnerability. Cold as the city skyline he owns, but even the strongest walls have cracks. Khushi Shivlani A girl with a heart full of sunshine, seeing the world through pages of her books. Soft-spoken yet firm, innocence in her eyes but fire in her soul. She believes in love like the stories she reads, yet reality has never been kind to her dreams. A fighter when needed, but with a kindness so pure, it makes even the coldest hearts melt. Grumpy x Sunshine Opposites Attract #1 in wattpadlove (16/11/2025) #1 in bookstoread (1/1/2026) #1 in rainromance (1/1/2026) (6/2/2026) # 2 in booklover (1/1/2026)

Three brother who have a close knit relationship a bond stronger than everything suddenly gets broken. An intruder in happy family also known as new sister. How will Awan brothers deal with it? To find out more please peep in.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐤𝐢 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 advika:what kinda love is this were I have to suffer again and again why am I the one who always gets hurt w-why. abhimaan:how could I even love a person like you who was never even loved her entire life. jeevika: you can't leave me yuvraj yuvraj:loving you was my biggest mistake james : "princess p-please wake up i-i am sorry p-please" jennifer : "who are you do I know you" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ⚠️⚠️ this story has lots of grammatical mistakes, and the first few chapters may seem cringe,but I am trying to improve so, please have patience while reading the book.

Three siblings, with a unique bond, bound by an unexpressive love. Zaara, cheerful youngest, longing for acknowledgement; Veer, the teasing confidant; and Viren, the stoic guardian. Their carefully constructed world is about to crack, because Zaara seeks attention and love. Get ready for a ride of unspoken emotions, laughter and heartbreaks! Chapter 4: "For me?" a two year old Zaara asked, her vocabulary still limited but growing daily. "For Zaara?" "Yes, pari," Viren confirmed, kneeling beside her. "All for you. This is your special place." Zaara clutched the unicorn to her chest, then spun in a wobbly circle, taking in every detail of her new domain. Her joy was palpable, radiating from her in waves that seemed to lighten the very air around them. "Pretty," she declared, pointing to the fairy lights twinkling above. "Stars!" "Yes, stars," Viren agreed, his throat tight with emotion. "Just for you." Chapter 15: A smug grin tugged at her lips. This was it. They were finally getting close to proving that Chachu wasn't the villain everyone thought. Just as she hit send, a shadow loomed over her. "Zaara." Her fingers froze mid-air. That voice. That tone. Dread crept up her spine like a slow, merciless tide. She turned, ever so carefully, phone slipping behind her back. Veer stood at the door, arms crossed, jaw set tight as steel. His eyes-God, his eyes. Cold, sharp, already drilling into her with silent accusation. He knew. Her mouth went dry. "Bhai?" "Phone." Zaara tried for her best clueless act. "K-kya phone?" Veer took a step forward, towering over her, his presence suffocating. "Jo tu chhupa rahi hai." His tone was too calm. The calm before a storm that was about to hit full force. Zaara swallowed. Think. Lie. Bluff. Run. None of those would work. She was doomed....

‶He's not even a Raheja!″ His father yelled, the malice in his voice clearly audible. ‶But he is our brother.″ He said calmly. ‶Half brother.″ His father corrected him. ‶Brothers are bonded by heart and not by blood.″ there was finality in his tone, one that screamed any further protest would fall on deaf ears. ‶What are you planning to do, Rudra? Play father to an abandoned kid?″ ‶Haven't I been doing the same since I was 17?″ **************************** ‶You're a responsibility, little boy. Never forget that. Don't ever take bhaiya's kindness for granted.″ ‶Yes sir.″ the 10 year old murmured with bowed head. He didn't expect to be treated any better. The man's eyes twitched ever so slightly when he noticed the boy's shoulders slumping in disappointment. But he forced himself to remain unaffected. The boy was a testament of their mother's spirit. The spirit that they needed but were deprived of. Warming up to her son felt like a betrayal to their own struggles.

THE VOW HE FORGOT Armaan Rathore never lost control. CEO of Rathore Industries, he ruled with ice in his veins and precision in every move. When a small textile firm defaulted on a minor debt, Armaan demanded repayment-not in money, but in marriage. Meher Sharma, the debtor's eldest daughter, became his wife. To him, it was a deal. To her, it was the end of her dreams. She was loud, emotional, and clumsy. He was silent, distant, and strict. Days passed. She made mistakes. He set rules. She cried in secret. He watched from afar. But slowly... things changed. He softened. She fell in love. They became a team. Then a business trip. the accident. He woke up in a hospital with five years of memory gone. Didn't recognize Meher. Called her a " stranger." Asked for Sanjana-his ex. Meher broke, but didn't give up. She brought Sanjana back into his life, hoping he'd remember. But every time he tried to get close to Sanjana, his head ached. His heart hesitated. And from the shadows, Meher watched in pain. Until one day... He looked at Meher and said, "I don't remember you... but I feel you." And somehow, that was enough to begin again. A story of unexpected love, quiet heartbreak, and finding your way back-without memories, but with love.

They say that you should be careful about what you wish for. What happens when the jaisingh brothers do get a chance to relive the past as they have wished many times.