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🥇 #1 in Wattpad 🥇 #1 in WattpadIndia 🥇 #1 in WattpadRomance 🥇 #1 in WattpadFiction 🥇#1 in WattpadFanFiction 🥇 #1 in FirstStory 🥇#1 in Firstloves 🥇#1 in Wedding 🥇 And so many more rankings that still feel unreal to me! (13.06.2026) On the day of his wedding, Dhruv Malhotra was left at the altar. Humiliated. Betrayed. Enraged. And somehow, Riya ended up paying the price. Now trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, Riya becomes the target of a man who looks at her like she ruined his life. Dhruv hates her. Riya fears him. But behind closed doors, hatred slowly begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Because in a marriage built on revenge... someone is bound to fall first.

Slow burn | Secret Past | Angst with HEA ___________________________ A changed surname. A stranger city. And a royal mess that no one saw coming. It only took one move to turn six lives into a battlefield of power, pain, and past promises. What began as a quest for revenge has now become a fight for justice. What started as a business deal now begs for redemption. And what once looked like a family promise demands nothing short of sacrifice. Beneath the surface, love tangles with lies. Desire dances with deception. And fate? It plays a puppeteer, pulling strings no one can escape. This isn't just a story anymore. It's a legacy of scars, secrets, and shattered truths. | Dark. Devastating. Devious | • Welcome to the lore • ___________________________ NOT A STANDALONE Sequel to: 𝙀𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙔 | 𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 ✦ Echoes Trilogy | Book Two ✦

For years, Draco Malfoy and Veda Hawthorne have been compared to one another. Same blood status. Same House. Same arrogance. Same talent for making enemies. Draco is used to being the one people are intimidated by. Veda has never been one of them. If anything, she seems to enjoy knocking him down a peg, which only makes him more determined not to let her get the better of him. By fourth year, their rivalry is practically Hogwarts folklore. But when Draco begins noticing the cracks beneath Veda's carefully maintained reputation, the line between knowing someone and understanding them starts to blur. Neither of them is particularly happy about it. TROPES/EXTRA TAGS: rivals to lovers, enemies to lovers, slow burn, childhood comparisons, mutual obsession, jealousy, secret vulnerability, pureblood drama, Slytherin x Slytherin. SHADES OF COOL draco malfoy x oc harry potter series

𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⋆˚✿˖° 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍. While trying to make the most of her life and also secure a better future for her nephew, agrees to a once in a lifetime opportunity. Marrying the cold and very intimidating business partner of her boss. 𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍. The brooding boss of the Irish Mafia. He has achieved everything in his life. From taking over his father's throne, to getting a total respect from his workers. He has it all. Almost. There is one more thing he has to do to completely inherit his family fortune. Have a wife. ⋆˚✿˖°

"𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙠𝙮'𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩, 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨. 𝙎𝙠𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙞'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣." Nani was born into one of Bangkok's most influential families, protected by wealth, power, and his fiercely loyal brother, Tee. But none of it could protect him from Sky Wongravee, the ruthless mafia lord whose empire was built on blood and whose war with Nani's family had lasted for years. Sky had known Nani since birth, but when Nani turned twenty-one, watching from the shadows was no longer enough. One night, Nani wakes inside Sky's mansion with every exit locked and every guard answering to one man. Sky didn't take him for ransom. He didn't take him for territory. He took him because he wanted him. Nani fights. Sky doesn't let go. Nani demands freedom. Sky only moves closer. "I'm not yours." Sky's eyes darken. "You will be, baby." And somewhere between a family war, a locked mansion, and an obsession neither of them can escape, Nani realizes the terrifying truth. Sky never intended to let him go. "𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙎𝙠𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙"

📖 Story Description A wedding that was never meant for her... A marriage she never chose... A man no one dares to love. Roohi Rajput always believed she was the forgotten daughter of her family. The only person who ever truly loved her was her sister. So when her sister suddenly calls her home before the wedding, Roohi rushes back to Rajasthan without asking questions. But fate has other plans. When the bride disappears, Roohi is forced to take her place to save the family's honor. Now she is married to the most dangerous man in Rajasthan-Sameer Singh Shekhawat. The ruthless CEO of Shekhawat Industries. The King everyone fears. And the man whose name shakes the mafia world. Sameer never wanted this marriage... and he definitely didn't want a soft-hearted girl like Roohi in his life. But fate has tied them together in a bond neither of them can escape. In a world of power, secrets, family loyalty, and dangerous enemies... will Roohi survive the storm that is Sameer Singh Shekhawat? Or will she become the only person strong enough to tame the Devil King? 🔥 Main Story Tropes Replaced Bride Age Gap Romance Grumpy × Sunshine Arranged / Forced Marriage Mafia King × mysterious girl Powerful Family Drama Protective Male Lead Slow Burn Romance Beauty and the Beast Vibe Couples & Their Tropes Sameer × Roohi Replaced Bride Age Gap Grumpy × Sunshine Beauty and the Beast Possessive Male Lead Healing Love ×××××××××××××××××××× Atharv × Sia Opposites Attract Serious Man × Bubbly Girl Doctor × Doctor Protective Love ××××××××××××××××××× Kunal × Noor Enemies to Lovers Flirty Boy × Attitude Girl Lawyer × Businessman Banter Couple ××××××××××××××××××× Shivaya × Pia Soft Boy × Shy Girl Friends to Lovers Slow Burn Romance Gentle Love ✨ Story Vibe Royal Rajasthan Powerful Familiesi Mafia Secrets Emotional Romance Dangerous Love I hope you like my story there are many couples here and they also have a differ

"You...you have kidnapped me," I blurt stupidly, watching the grin widen on that ridiculously gorgeous face of his. He tuts to himself as he walks towards me, forcing me back until my shoulders meet the wall. His large build and overwhelming presence fills the room, making the large space feel impossibly small. My pulse spikes when he corners me, like a predator marking its prey. He leans in and whispers, his lips skim past my earlobe, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I clench my thighs together, that familiar ache growing between my legs. "I believe the words you're looking for are 'Thank you, darling.'" *** All Daphne ever wanted was to be noticed - but she never imagined it would be by Alexei Romanov, the ruthless Bratva leader who controls everything with cold precision. When she witnesses a crime she shouldn't, she's thrust into a world of danger, power, and deadly secrets. Every step brings her closer to him - and deeper into a game where desire is as lethal as betrayal. In his world, darkness spares no one... and now it's coming for her.

"No, please ... not again" she prayed. That tune. Soft. Familiar. Haunting. She turned slowly... her breath caught in her throat. There he was. Standing in the shadows, just beyond the emergency exit. "I'll follow you wherever you go" "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, shhh, Meera, calm down. It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. Just-" She broke into a run, blind and desperate, nearly tripping over her own feet. And crashed straight into something - or rather someone. IZRAEL'S FIAMA

PSYCHOTIC ROMANCE #Book 1 of The Executioner Series. "You sick fuck!" she roared. "How DARE you touch me like that?! What the hell do you think I am?" Her voice thundered across the corridor. "Do you not have a mother? A sister? Or are you just a worthless animal who doesn't deserve a family?" ....... ....... She kept her eyes locked on the man. Her voice dropped.... low, venomous. "You filthy bastard. You think you can just slap a woman's ass like it's your birthright? You think your power gives you permission?" ....... ....... The tension crackled like electricity. He stepped forward, his voice like thunder before the storm. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! If you want to stay alive, then shut that fuckable mouth of yours!" He exploded, his voice echoing like thunder through the corridor. ....... ....... "I swear," she spat, trembling but fierce, "I'll make sure you regret this shit with every inch of your entitled existence." He leaned forward. His voice dropped to a lethal whisper. "Take this as a fucking warning from my side. You messed with the wrong man, and I swear to God, I'll show you a hell that'll make your dreams look like nightmares." The man was none other than.... VIKRAM SINGH SHEKHAWAT The King of Rajasthan. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ In a world where silence is deadlier than words, will the Executioner's Heart Finally learn to beat ? ELAHI 🧿 VIKRAM #1 in intenselove #1 in spinechilling

Married by arrangement. Loved in silence. Talia Scott was never meant to be seen-only tolerated. Bound to a man who never loved her, she endured pain quietly... until secrets, betrayal, and an unexpected life force her to choose herself. A dark romance where silence hurts louder than words.

They called him a curse. A ghost. A mistake that should've never been born. At nineteen, Aerin has only ever known rejection. His snow-white skin, frost-pale hair, and haunting blue eyes make him something people fear... they hurt. He learns to survive alone, silent, invisible, and totally unwanted. Until the Devil Queen Nyxara sees him. One glance is all it takes. **** ⚠️: Contain mature chapters/mature scene/$3x scenes/mpreg. No chapterwise warning. Readers discretion strongly advised. Book 1✅

When innocent, soft-hearted Jimin is dragged into a terrifying underground mafia auction, his world changes forever. Bound in chains and put on display, he is bought for a staggering ten million dollars by Jeon Jungkook-a ruthless, cold-blooded villain who controls the entire underworld with absolute fear. Driven by dark curiosity rather than mercy, Jungkook brings Jimin into his dangerous empire. Trapped in the clutches of a heartless ruler, Jimin must find a way to survive alongside a man who knows no kindness, while Jungkook discovers that some delicate souls are far harder to break than they seem.

She was never meant to be free. She was meant to be his. "You do," Laith said quietly. "Because this world does not look at you the way I do." His hand reached out then-but slowly, deliberately-fingers barely brushing her wrist, as if asking permission even while claiming ownership. His grip was firm but careful, like she was something fragile and priceless all at once. "I won't let anything touch you," he continued, voice low. "Not words. Not intentions. Not people who think they're allowed to breathe the same air as you." Safa's heart raced. "Laith... that sounds like-" "Obsession?" he finished for her, eyes never leaving hers. "Yes." He adjusted her sleeve where it had slipped, the gesture so gentle it almost contradicted the weight of his words. "But understand this," he said, leaning closer-not threatening, not forceful-just there. "My control is not to cage you. It's to keep you safe. And my care?" A brief pause. "That is the one thing I will never restrain." His thumb brushed her knuckles once, grounding, steady. "You are Safa Al-Noori," he said. "And until the day your name changes-if it ever does-no one touches what is under my watch." She was promised to him before she was born. What began as a claim became an obsession. And by the time Safa Al-Noori meets Laith Al-Ansari, she is no longer just fate- she is his.

Elara, Elena's younger sister and twin, has always lived on the outside looking in. But everything changes when she meets someone who unlocks a softer side of her-someone who makes her want to give the comfort she never had. The only problem? His darkness runs deep... and reaching the fragile light inside him might destroy her first.

I slapped him. Hard, and full across his cheek, in front of the entire, breathless city of Banaras. His head snapped to one side with the force of it, the sound cracking through the air like something struck from a temple bell, sharp, final, undeniable. The whole marketplace fell silent in the space of a single heartbeat. Eyes widened around me. Someone's breath left their body in an audible gasp. I stood there afterward, drawing in long, ragged breaths, as though the act itself had cost me more courage than I possessed, because it had. For a girl like me, it had taken everything. I could have stayed silent. I could have looked away, the way everyone else in that crowd had chosen to. But I hadn't. Why? I still don't fully know. It was instinct, pure and unthinking, I hadn't planned to raise my hand, hadn't imagined myself capable of it. But watching him beat that old man with such brutal, mechanical indifference had lit something in me that refused to be reasoned with. Couldn't he see the man was old enough to be his father? This wasn't the reckless violence of a man who'd simply lost control for sport. He must have had his reasons, everyone always does. But reasons or not, couldn't he have spoken instead? Respectfully. Was that truly too much to expect of a man, even a gunda like him? Maybe it was. His face was still turned from the force of the slap when the sky itself seemed to answer me. Thunder cracked somewhere far above, low and rolling, and a hard gust of wind swept through the marketplace so suddenly that I staggered half a step. Moments ago we had all been drenched in sweat beneath a scorching afternoon sun; now the air had shifted entirely, cool and heavy, like the held breath before a monsoon storm. My dupatta caught the wind and began to lift and flutter wildly, and I fought to gather it back, right as I felt him turn. Slowly. Deliberately. His head came back toward me, and though I couldn't see his eyes yet, I could feel his gaze land on me like

"Are you afraid of me Luna?" He asks, but I can't get the words out I just can't he has me under his control under his spell and I can't seem to escape the only thing is, I don't want to escape. "N-no" I answer back but he only smirks as he whispers "Now what did I tell you about lying princess?" I gulp the way he calls me princess, is just so...ugh...I hate myself for falling for him. He doesn't move away from me so I try and shift a little but he only grabs my wrist together and he looked down with this look on his face "Say my name" Confused I ask "Why?" "Because I wanna make sure you remember it once I do the unimaginable things to you...so say it" My lips tremble but I manage to say "Sergei" He smiles "What a good girl...what.a.good.girl"

She is just a girl; she always wonders, meanwhile for him, she is a celestial grace. It means she has a heavenly beauty, like an angel or a goddess. Something rare and beautiful, like the stars in the night sky. She is too hard to love, and people choose not to, but him loving her deeply in every possible way makes her feel like she isn't too hard to love for him. She doesn't like him or hate him either, meanwhile, he lives his life just to make her feel loved. She chooses to give up when she is jealous, meanwhile, he owns her in a way that even in his absence, people mention their names together. She teases him with Sanskrit nicknames, so he made one for her, even though he doesn't know Sanskrit. He is a stone, people say, but for her, he is the softest person who just acts like a demon because the world made him feel like one. She overthinks a lot, while he over-explains a lot. He loves her, and she loves to hear him say it every day. He is too easy to make jealous, and she loves to do that over and over again. "Suniye Prannath," she called, teasing him with a Sanskrit nickname. "Sunaiye Prandharini," he created a beautiful nickname for her. "Aapke bina jee nahi paayenge hum," she said, looking into his eyes. "Hume toh aapko apni nazaron ke saamne dekhe bina... marna bhi manzoor nahi," he said and kissed her forehead. "She is just a maid..." she tried to explain. "And I'm just jealous," he confessed. "Main galat hoon par... main kiski hoon?" she said, making innocent faces. "Meri," he said. "Haan toh, galti bhi aapki hui na," she said, and he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. __________________________________________________________________________________ ~Trophes~ Chaotic couple Sunshine × Grumpy He fell first, and she fell harder Love at First Sight Arranged × Forced marriage Innocent FMC Shameless MMC

Arafta fanfiction He got his revenge. He destroyed the people who had taken everything from him. But in the process, he destroyed her too. Ateş completed the revenge he had waited for all his life. Mercan's father faces death, her mother is punished for a crime she committed, and Murat finally gets what he deserves for killing innocent girl. Justice has been served, yet victory feels hollow. Mercan has lost everything her family, her home, her trust and the man she thought she could rely on now stands before her, broken but unrepentant. Once a cage in his hands, their marriage was never built on love, only on a contract. And now, as the truth unfolds, she discovers the secret he has kept all along... that Ateş is really Tahir, the boy she loved and believed was gone forever. Betrayal. Grief. Love. Regret. Was all she felt after knowing that truth. Can two broken hearts find a way back to each other, or has the cost of revenge left nothing but emptiness? Dive into a story of passion, heartbreak, and the consequences of revenge.

She doesn't speak. But she sees everything. When a terrified little girl runs straight into her arms in the middle of a crowded park, she knows something is wrong. The child doesn't cry. Doesn't scream. Doesn't make a sound. Just wide violet eyes... and silence. Everyone else hesitates. She doesn't. The girl belongs to one of the most dangerous men in Chicago. A Bratva king. A man who doesn't forgive mistakes-and doesn't trust strangers. Especially not her. When he's told she tried to take his daughter, he expects fear. Excuses. Begging. What he gets instead... is calm. Cold. Controlled. Unshaken. And when the truth comes out, he makes a decision that changes everything. In his world, protection comes with a price. And now... she's his wife. But the quiet woman he brought into his home isn't what she seems. She watches too closely. Moves too carefully. Understands too much. And the deeper he looks... the more one truth becomes impossible to ignore: He didn't save her. He let her in.

She was the kind of woman love was written for - gentle, faithful, and innocent. She loved quietly, believing marriage was sacred and loyalty could hold everything together. Her devotion lived in patience, in trust, in the way she gave her whole heart without fear. And him... he was cold, arrogant, and cruel beneath the surface. A man who believed he could have whatever he wanted. To the world, he was ruthless and untouchable, but with her, he wore a perfect mask - the devoted husband, the soft kisses, the careful words that made her believe she was his only truth. She believed him. But behind that mask, he was living a second life. He thought loyalty was guaranteed, that she would never leave. And then the past returned - not just another woman, but a chapter he never closed. Secret meetings turned into stolen nights, nights spent in another woman's arms while his wife waited at home, unaware that betrayal sat beside her every day. He came home carrying lies like perfume, never thinking of consequences. Arrogance convinced him he was untouchable, that forgiveness would always be waiting. But no betrayal stays hidden forever. Somewhere ahead, the mask will slip. The truth will shatter her innocence, and his world of control will begin to collapse. Because betrayal doesn't just break the one who is cheated on... It becomes the punishment of the one who thought he'd never be caught. And when that moment comes, the question will remain: Will she forgive the man who destroyed her loyalty? Or will she rise from the ruins, leaving him to drown in regret? This is not just a story of love. It is the beginning of a storm - of innocence meeting cruelty, of forgiveness standing at the edge of revenge. Until he is caught. Until she must decide... Will she remain the wife who loved quietly... Or become the woman he will regret forever?