[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

He needs a heir for him to acquire his grandfather's property and he wants it without getting into any relationship or marriage. After trying everything when he doesn't succeed in finding the suitable woman, he personally sets out to find her. And then he collides with her─she was desperate for something which he promises to give, but keeping forth his condition of giving him a baby. She does agree for the same but it surely does not end up the way they had planned out. Highest ranking › #1 in generalfiction #1 in hate #1 in feelings #1 in pregnancy #1 in marriage #1 in lovehaterelationship

"Kuch kahaniyan kabhi poori nahi hoti... isiliye woh dobara janam leti hain." When fate tore them apart in another lifetime, their souls carried the ache forward, not to forget, but to complete a love left unfinished. He was reborn as a king, not only to rule a kingdom, but to command the shadows as a Mafia King. Surrounded by power, feared by many, yet loneliness flowed silently through his veins. She returned to the world alone, fighting for survival, bearing pain no soul should endure. And when she believed nothing worse could happen, darkness claimed her eyes. Forgotten. Broken. Unprotected. Yet somewhere within her fragile heart, hope waited... for someone she could not see, but had always belonged to. She yearned for love. He had been deprived of it his entire life. And then... they met again. He found her in her most fragile state. She found him without knowing his face. This time, fate will not test their love, it will measure the depth of their devotion. Because some souls are reborn not to begin again, but to finish what destiny once destroyed. And this time... love refuses to die.

She was their princess. Then she became their shame. At seventeen, Aadhira was accused of a crime that tore her family apart. Overnight, she lost her home, her reputation, and everyone she loved. Seven years later, she returns as the bride of Arjun rathore. To her family, she is still the girl who ruined everything. To her husband, she is an unwanted responsibility. But while everyone is busy judging her, Aadhira is hiding secrets of her own. The past isn't over. The truth isn't dead. And someone should have made sure she never came back. • misunderstood daughter • arranged marriage •secret identity •cold fml × indifferent ml • strangers × life long partners •strong fml × strong ml

She entered their world as a duty... but love had other plans. Sania's life is bound by a contract, yet passion, secrets, and danger lurk in every shadow of the Rathore empire. From fiery kisses in the moonlight to heart-stopping mafia wars, from the miracle of new life to the unbearable fear of loss-every moment is a test of trust, desire, and survival. In a game where power is everything, and enemies hide in plain sight, can love truly conquer all... or will their empire claim more than just hearts? Power. Passion. Betrayal. Family. Secrets that could destroy them all. #9 readerschoice #1 sania

"Come on" he said patting his lap , i peeked at his face through my eyelashes chewing on my lower lips, and that look on his face was straightforward saying that 'if you did something wrong now i am about to fuck you up' which is definitely not a good thing,even though i felt a little twitch in my heart but still letting out a deep sigh i slowly crawled over his lap laying stomach down on his thighs , he placed his hand on my lower thighs making me flinched slightly. I kept my face down on the mattress digging my nails into his clothed thigh. It is scary and i am really not a big fan of such stuffs. "I am so.. sorry please i wouldn't walk out like that again" i mumbled through my pout trying for the last time but it only earned me a pinch on my thigh making me winch and push his hand away. I turned my head and glared at him return to which i got a sharp swat on my bum way worse than the last one."Would you like to repeat?" He said with a clenched jaw and cocked eyebrow making me sigh and shook my head with a frown and pout as i turned my head back towards the mattress. He is scary. "Is that the only thing for which i am punishing you huh?" His cold and sharp voice spoke near my ear making me jump slightly, i pushed my face into the metress closing my eyes tightly, ",no" "Then?" "I didn't... respond to your texts and calls sorry" i mumbled the last part feeling like crying,its not like i didn't wanted to call him back or talk to him i just....forgot. i didn't mean to do that it just happened ."Yeah you will be sorry after this, now better start counting hmm if you stopped or forgot,i will start all over again understood? " he said traicing my spine with his hand and finally resting it on my bum, my eyes widened realising what he just said. Bu- oiee!" I cried out when i felt a harsh smack on my back , it made me tear up, it was way more rough and painful, "Count kitten!" He snapped,i flinched and sniffed slightly counting "One" He looks like that monster

He's the heir to an empire. She's the quiet girl no one expected him to choose. Devank Mehra doesn't talk more than he needs to. Vani doesn't talk at all unless she has to. When an old family promise ties them together in an arranged marriage neither of them asked for, silence becomes their common language. But he watches everything. And she notices too much. In a world of expectations, power, and controlled emotions - something soft begins to unfold. This isn't love at first sight. It's a story of stolen glances, unspoken tension, and the slow unraveling of two people who were never meant to fall... but do anyway. 💍 An age-gap, slow-burn arranged marriage romance. 🥀 Where silence is not the absence of love... but the beginning of it. #romance #romanticfiction #lovestory #indianromance #fiction #love #romancewriter #arrangedmarriage #slowburn #agegapromance #dominantmalelead #shyfemalelead #silentlove #tension #emotionalromance #softgirl #slowburnromance #wattpad #wattpadindia #wattpadwriter #indianwriter #writersofwattpad #wattpadstory #wattpadromance #newonwattpad #readonwattpad

She's all caffeine, sunshine, and a steady hand that can navigate the delicate pathways of the human heart. She saves lives by day and hums pop tunes by night, her bubbly exterior masking the fact that she's the most dangerous woman in the room-simply because she knows exactly where to cut. But there is one darkness even her brightest light cannot reach. He is a ghost, a ruthless shadow who turns the city's underworld into his private kingdom A man built of scars and silence. He has never known a soft touch, and he has never spared a soul who crossed his bloodline. She is a miracle in a coat He doesn't save lives, he ends them. They are opposites in every way , except for one thing both want to conquer, the world... but in different ways. What will happen when they both will meet ? Will they survive a marriage arranged by their grandparents? His ice queen 👑 Her protective king 👑

"Come here." Confusion flashed across her face, but she obeyed. Now she stood beside my chair, her knees lightly brushing against mine. I leaned back lazily, watching her. "What do you-" I cut her off by gripping her wrist and pulling her straight onto my lap. A soft gasp escaped her lips as her hands landed on my shoulders for support. She blinked at me in disbelief. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply like it was the only thing keeping me sane. Her breath hitched. "Aarav... wh-what..." "Shhh, sweetheart..." I muttered against her skin. "Let me calm down." (Starting ke thode chapters are boring but it's necessary for the story.) A story of love, sacrifice, and second chances. He hated her... but he wouldn't let anyone else have her. A past that never left them. A contract that bound them. And a war that was far from over. This was war.❤️‍🔥 The WAR between love, hate and desires

Aarav Mehta never believed in nightmares. Until people started dying exactly the way he dreamed them. Every night, he sees murders before they happen: the victims, the locations, the blood, the final scream. At first, nobody believes him. Then the bodies begin appearing. Now the police think he's involved. The media calls him dangerous. Online cults worship him as "The Witness." And with every new dream, Aarav feels himself losing control of reality. But the most terrifying part? A mysterious girl named Mira claims this has all happened before. According to her, Aarav isn't predicting the future. He's remembering another timeline. A timeline where he became the monster everyone fears. A timeline where he destroyed the world. As murders spread across the city and time itself begins to fracture, Aarav must uncover the truth behind the dreams before the final crime occurs. Because this time... the killer might be him.