Two college students discover an abandoned infant girl wrapped in a thin blanket on street. Unsure what to do but unable to walk away, they decide to take her with them-just for one night. What begins as a moment of compassion quickly changes their lives in ways they never imagined. Between lectures, part-time jobs, and sleepless nights, they learn the weight of responsibility. The tiny stranger brings laughter, chaos, and a sense of purpose they didn't know they were missing. But questions about her past start to surface, along with the fear of losing her. As they search for answers, their bond with the little girl grows deeper.

"The servants are still awake downstairs. My wife is just down the hall." ​"You shouldn't have come up here tonight," I say, my voice low, a deep baritone that carries a sharp, aristocratic edge. ​"H-Hukum... main toh bas..." I choked out, a hot tear spilling over my lashes as my hands tightly fisted into the simple fabric of my faded cotton tunic (poshak). I looked up into his cruel, handsome face, completely trapped in the golden cage of his desires. (Hukum... I was just...) __________________________________ I want to warn everyone right at the start: this story is extremely dark and contains a lot of disturbing content. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't read it. I don't want any negative comments, as I have already given you fair warning.

IMPORTANT - PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING ❤️ This story is currently marked Complete, but please note that the latter half of the story is a temporary/current version. After my exams, I will be rewriting the second half of the story, including the redemption arc, because I feel that some emotions, character development and the deeper message I wanted to convey were not expressed strongly enough through my writing. The current version will remain available for now, so new readers are welcome to read it as it is. ❤️ The rewritten version will have stronger emotional depth, more developed character growth, and a more gradual and clearly earned redemption, so that the storyline and its intended message are conveyed better. Please keep this in mind before starting the story. ❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting my work. 🫶🏻 .................. For six years, Anushree Shekhawat endured hatred, humiliation, and accusations she never deserved-all for the sake of her son. Branded a curse, treated like a servant, and abandoned by the man who should have protected her, she silently carried the weight of everyone else's mistakes. But when the truth finally comes out, regrets arrive too late. Choosing herself for the first time, Anushree returns to the family she left behind, taking her son with her. Now Rajveer Shekhawat, a powerful CEO haunted by his actions, must fight for the forgiveness of the woman he broke and the family he never deserved. A story of heartbreak, healing, redemption, and finding your way back home.

Yes, you read that correctly-this is a story about people who worship d*cks. And a girl with no memory trapped in their world.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

She was the youngest daughter of her family...calm, composed, and sweet-spoken. At least, that's what everyone believed... including her husband. But she? She was nothing like the image the world had created. She was clumsy, outspoken, and more than capable of breaking a few bones if someone dared to mess with her. Anubhav believed he had married the perfect woman a graceful, classy wife who, like him, wasn't swayed by lust or wealth. A woman who was everything he had ever dreamed of. But as the days passed, he discovered that his so-called Mrs. Perfect was far from the woman he thought he knew. She wasn't perfect. She wasn't delicate. She was completely, wonderfully different. A woman who could trip over her own feet one moment and stand fearlessly against the world the next. Every day with her shattered another illusion... and gave him a reason to fall in love all over again. But the biggest question remained... Would Anubhav be able to accept the real woman behind the perfect mask... Would he try to change his Mrs. Clumsy into the Mrs. Perfect he had always imagined... Or would he accept her, flaws and all, as his Mrs. Clumsy forever? Let's find out... Tropes: 🌷 Arranged Business Marriage Marriage of Convenience Grumpy x Sunshine CEO x Writer Age-gap Calm x Chaotic Perfect x Clumsy Opposites Attract He Falls First... and Harder Soft Romance Rom- Com by Atiwak 💅🏻 Cover credit - @Chauhanwrites_ Started- 29th June, 2026

~Tere aane par jaana maine, Kahi na kahi zinda hun main.~ ⋆ ───────── ⋆ She was BROKEN by the man who was supposed to protect her. He was the man who HEALED wounds he never created. She thought her life ended the night she was raped by her own husband. He made her believe that maybe... she could live again. And while he slowly became HER SAFE PLACE... She became the HOME he never had. Dive into a story where two broken souls meet... and slowly learn that maybe love can heal what life shattered. ⋆ ───────── ⋆ Tropes • Friends to Lovers • Second Chance Love • Slow Burn • Healing Love • Revenge • Romcom ⋆ ───────── ⋆

You must have heard many stories where two people forced into marriage eventually become eternal lovers. And of course, there's always a villainess-the ex-girlfriend-who tries desperately to break them apart but never succeeds, right? But here, I am that ex-girlfriend. And the one who was dumped by a man who never trusted me with his secrets, let alone his heart. and now, I'm just trying my best to move on-living my life by pretending to forget him. For the past three years, I thought I was doing well. I thought I was free. But what happens when he walks back into my life- This time, carrying a powerful background i never even knew existed? _

Y/n, a cute, beautiful and strong girl, is a surgeon. Kim Taehyung, the devil king, the biggest mafia king, from whom the world is afraid even the police, meets Y/n and Y/n meets him. And their life changes. Because what Taehyung wants Taehyung gets. Warning❌18+------This ff will contain smut and will be a dark ff. So if you are too innocent then don't read but it will be fun. It's my first ff. [okay listen guys, this ff was written when I was somewhere 14 or 15 and I just wanted to give it a try. There are errors and weird twists but I'm too lazy to update it so please manage. Thankyou and apologizes] Started on 18 March 2021 Finished on 18 October 2021 I completed it in 7 months😱🤗😂 【COMPLETED✔️】

"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............ #2 in wattpad #5 , #7 , #11 , #13 in wattpad.