ishi_39

          Aishwarya’s smile hides a storm and every tear tells a story no one notices. Follow her journey from a shy, emotional girl to someone learning to face a world that doesn’t always understand her heart. Then meet Saransh, her biggest rival, whose sharp words, teasing, and secret possessiveness turn every interaction into sparks and tension. Their rivalry, jealousy, laughter, and unspoken feelings create a slow-burning story full of emotion, heartbreak, and little moments that make your heart ache and soar at the same time. Read the story—you will love it.
          
          
          
          Tropes:
          Enemies-to-lovers rivalry
          Sunshine ML × Moody FL
          Overthinker × Overexplainer
          Much jealous ML × only possessive for ML
          Overthinker × Overexplainer
          Slow-burn, emotional, messy
           romancehttps://www.wattpad.com/story/407005552?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=ish_399

readwithshona

‎Hiee
          ‎‎If you’re looking for a good rom-com story, then you should definitely read this one –
          
          ‎Naintara : Her Arranged Husband
          ‎https://www.wattpad.com/story/399037571?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=shonawritess
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          ‎My back hit the wall, and before I could process anything, he caged me in completely. His arms rested on either side of my shoulders, trapping me between his tall frame and the cold wall behind me.
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          ‎I didn't know why... but my heartbeat started racing like a bullet train.
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          ‎"W‑what are you doing?" I whispered, hating how my voice trembled.
          ‎God, why am I stuttering?
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          ‎"You said na I'm shy," he replied, looking straight into my eyes-unyielding, intense, like he could see right through me.
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          ‎I didn't even realize when I nodded. My body reacted faster than my brain.
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          ‎"N‑no.. I didn't mean that," I tried to say, but before I could think, it was already too late.
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          ‎He had already pinned both of my hands above my head with one of his, his grip firm but careful. His other hand slid to my waist, pulling me impossibly closer-close enough that my breath tangled with his.
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          ‎"No," he whispered against my ear, his voice low and warm.
          ‎"Let me show you... what your 'shy' husband can actually do."
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          ‎He fell first. For him, love means Naintara. But she doesn't believe in love;love means nothing to her! 
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          ‎On their wedding night itself, she told him not to expect anything from her.
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          ‎Will they be able to live together?
          ‎Will she ever accept him as her husband?