She thought every marriage ended in pain. After losing her parents and surviving an abusive marriage, Vedika had stopped believing in love, family, and happiness. Broken by her past and haunted by scars no one could see, she enters another marriage only because fate leaves her no choice. Ishaan Shekhawat is cold, possessive, and dangerously protective - a man who has already been betrayed once. A single father to a little girl named Advika, he has no interest in love anymore. But everything changes the day his daughter innocently asks Vedika- "Aap... mumma ho na?" ("You are my mumma right?") What begins as a forced relationship slowly turns into something neither of them expected. Late-night comfort. Jealous glances. Stolen kisses. Healing wounds. Family chaos. And a love so deep it feels like home. But can a woman terrified of love truly trust again? And can a man who buried his heart learn to love without fear? A heartbreaking yet heartwarming story about healing, family, motherhood, jealousy, and finding love after surviving pain. ✨ Tropes: • Arranged Marriage • Single Dad Romance • Broken Heroine • Possessive Husband • Healing Love • Slow Burn • Family Drama • Cute Kids • Emotional Romance • Second Chance at Life

The late-night cries of a six-month-old baby echoed softly through the dimly lit apartment. Amid the stillness, Meera sat on the edge of the bed, gently rocking her daughter in her arms. Her eyes, heavy with exhaustion, held a kind of love only a mother could understand-selfless, patient, unwavering. The world outside moved on-cars honked, alarms rang, people rushed-but for Meera, time stood still in that tiny nursery. Her husband, Rohit, hadn't come home yet. Again. She glanced at the clock. 12:47 a.m. Another "late-night meeting," he had said. Another night she whispered lullabies alone. She pressed a soft kiss to her daughter's forehead and tried not to let her heart feel the cold emptiness beside her. "This is just a phase," she told herself. "He's just stressed. Things will be better soon." But deep down, beneath layers of denial and devotion, a part of her already knew-something had changed. And soon, her world would never be the same again.

She was abandoned. He never knew she existed. Three-year-old Anaya lives in an orphanage, waiting for a family that never comes. Veer Ahlawat, a ruthless billionaire, believes he has everything money can buy. Until fate places a little girl in his path. A little girl with his eyes. His smile. And a secret that will change his life forever.

He buried his heart the day his wife died. Vihaan Sharma - ruthless CEO, feared businessman, single father to 1.5-year-old twins - doesn't believe in love anymore. His world is built on control, power, and the tiny hands of Aarav and Aisha, the only pieces of softness left in his life. He doesn't need a wife. He needs a mother for his children. So when an arranged marriage proposal lands on his desk, he treats it like every other deal in his empire - practical, emotionless, final. No love. No expectations. No place in his heart. But the woman he marries is not what he expects. She is quiet... but not weak. Distant... but not cold. Hidden behind calm eyes that seem to understand grief a little too well. As the toddlers begin to cling to her, as the mansion slowly fills with warmth again, something dangerous begins to shift. Because Vihaan Sharma doesn't know how to love gently. He loves like possession. Like obsession. Like he's terrified of losing again. And when secrets from the past resurface - threatening his children, his empire, and the woman who was never supposed to matter - he will have to choose: Protect his heart. Or risk destroying it again. This was supposed to be a marriage of convenience. But some arrangements don't stay contracts. Some turn into storms. And this time, the storm has her name written all over it. 🖤

Vedha was holding her baby in her arms, her back resting against the inclined hospital bed adjusted for her comfort. The baby was nursing at her breast, tiny gulps filling the quiet room. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed the baby's forehead. She touched her daughter's tiny hands and feet, still in disbelief that this life had been growing inside her just hours ago-and now, here she was, her newborn nestled in her arms, suckling gently, a moment of pure, painful beauty cradled in her arms. "You are filth... an unwanted filth in my life," Vedha whispered. With that, she jolted awake. She was alone in her hospital bed, the dream fading into the sterile scent of the hospital room. Her mother, Radha, who had been sitting in the chair beside her, panicked at the sudden movement. "Vedha, what happened?" she asked anxiously. Vedha, still dazed, shook her head slowly. She glanced down at her breast-it was leaking milk. Her breasts felt swollen and painful. Her body had begun to produce milk. Even though she had rejected motherhood, her body hadn't. "Amma, look at this. Do something," Vedha said, her voice edged with discomfort. The urgency in her daughter's voice snapped Radha out of her thoughts. She nodded and said, "Wait, I'll ask the doctor," before hurrying out of the room. Inside the doctor's cabin, Radha explained the situation. The doctor listened patiently and then said, "Since you're already a mother of two, I don't need to explain to you the importance of breastfeeding. Try to convince her husband to bring the baby, even if just for a few days. It will ease her pain and be good for the child. If feeding isn't an option, we'll have to start medication to stop the milk production. The choice is yours now." Radha nodded thoughtfully and left the room. She had made up her mind to speak to Arjun-one last time.

Aarushi never expected love to return to her life. At just twenty-five, she is already a single mother to her little boy, Aarav. Between teaching art at the local school and running dance classes in her quiet village in Kashmir, her days are filled with responsibility, laughter, and the tiny hands that hold her world together. Love was never part of her plans again. Captain Vidharth Kanna is a man carved from discipline and silence. A respected officer in the Indian Army, he carries scars that no one sees. An orphan with a painful past and a medical truth that means he can never become a father, Vidharth has long accepted that some dreams are not meant for him. But fate has a strange way of bringing two broken worlds together. When a cheerful little boy with curious eyes begins to melt the walls around a soldier's guarded heart, and a strong woman learns that even the coldest souls crave warmth... They may discover something neither of them was searching for. A journey of healing, hope, and the love they never expected.

She believed love could heal every wound. He believed love was the biggest weakness. Vaidehi Joshi had always dreamed of a marriage filled with love, warmth, and companionship. To her, marriage was not just a ritual-it was about finding a soulmate, a humsafar. But destiny had different plans. Rudra Singhania world revolved only around his family and his little niece, Myra Singhania. Forced into an arranged marriage because of family pressure, Rudra makes one thing clear on the very first night- "Mujhse mohabbat ki umeed mat karna." ("Don't expect love from me.") For Vaidehi, those words shatter every dream she ever had. Yet despite his coldness, she continues to stand beside him silently... caring for his family, loving Myra like her own, and slowly becoming the peace in his chaotic life. What happens when the man who hated love starts fearing the thought of losing his wife? A story of forced marriage, unspoken feelings, jealousy, pain, healing, and a love that slowly turns strangers into soulmates. Because sometimes... your humsafar is chosen by destiny before being accepted by the heart.

He never wanted a second chance at marriage. She never expected to be anyone's bride. Hardik Gill is a man with no space left in his heart. At twenty-seven, he has everything-power, wealth, respect-but love died with his wife, Arya. Now the only reason he's Alive is his daughter, Riddya... a little girl who deserves the warmth he can no longer give. Raaya Rana knows what it means to grow up without a mother. At twenty-one, she has dreams of her own, but none of them included standing beside a man who looks at her as though she doesn't belong. Two broken souls. One unspoken bond. When Raaya Rana crosses paths with Hardik Gill, life doesn't hand them love-it hands them fire, silence, and an unshakable pull. Their story isn't about falling fast... it's about burning slow, tangled in fate itself. Raaya & Hardik's journey in Tangled Fates isn't just another love story-it's a slow-burn rollercoaster of emotions, heartbreak, and unexpected bonds. I promise, every chapter will take you deeper into their tangled hearts. 💔🔥 So don't just stop by-hook yourself to this ride and stay with me till the very end. 🥀

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

Vaidehi Mehra had loved once-and lost more than she could bear. Betrayed by the man she trusted and wounded by the family meant to protect her, she walked away from the ruins with only one reason to keep going: her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Esha. Esha's laughter, tiny hands, and unquestioning love became the fragile thread holding Vaidehi's broken heart together. Marriage was never meant to be part of her story again. Not after the betrayal. Not after the whispers. But one careless photograph and one malicious rumor are enough to undo everything she rebuilt. What begins as office gossip spirals into public scandal, dragging her dignity through headlines and threatening her career-and worse, her daughter's future. When reputation becomes survival, a solution is offered. Simple. Strategic. Respectable. Marriage. Vikram Khanna is the last man Vaidehi would ever choose to depend on. A self-made billionaire, disciplined, distant, and fiercely private, he has built his empire alone-and planned to keep his life that way. Their union is nothing more than damage control: a contractual arrangement designed to silence speculation and restore order. But neither of them accounts for Esha. With her innocent eyes and fearless affection, Esha becomes the quiet bridge between two guarded adults. As Vaidehi struggles with scars from her past and Vikram maintains the emotional walls that have always protected him, the boundaries of their arrangement begin to blur. What starts as strategy slowly begins to feel like shelter. What begins as obligation starts resembling belonging. A Home We Didn't Plan is a story of resilience before romance, of a child's innocence melting the coldest defenses, and of two people who never intended to build a family-yet may discover that love sometimes grows where it was never meant to. (The chapters are edited with the help of Chatgpt) Rankings: #2 on wattpadindia (29.03.2026)