In which a Nawab is torn between love and enmity, and the daughter of his enemy-swept in a web of deceit amidst a blood feud-is trapped by his desire for revenge and lured by his grey eyes. ❝ You have two options: be killed as retribution or be tied to me forever. ❞ A blood feud. Two souls. Intertwined fates. Two families engulfed in darkness, money and greed. A quest for power can lead to ruination. To fall in love is to be led astray. Mehrzads were one of the most influential family in the country, and in Dashkor, they were royals. When the sister of the Mehrzad Nawab is attacked by a Bakhtiar, one of their rivals, all hell breaks loose. The Nawab of Dashkor, Faris Mehrzad Shah, seeking vengeance, is prepared to cross any limits. Ghazal Bakhtiar has led a quiet, some would argue, sheltered life. Having a younger brother destined to follow the path of her father, and being the younger, second daughter, she lives in the world of her own ambitions, away from political intrigues and family drama. While her father tries to build an empire, she wants to escape away from her family and chase her own dreams. But for her family, she is too pure, too naive for the cruel world. She has always believed her parents are wrong, and longed for freedom, until one fateful day changes it all. Caught in the crossfire, she soon finds out just how cruel the world can be when she lands in the arms of cruelty personified, that is, the notorious Nawab himself. Will the strings that have bonded them together be colored with more blood or love?

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

When Amara Iftikhar loses everything, she's forced to start over in the cold, unwelcoming world of the Mirza mansion in London. Determined to rebuild her life, she hides her darkest secrets from the family who took her in, especially Zaydan Mirza, the enigmatic and ruthless heir who doesn't trust easily. But when circumstances force them into an unexpected marriage, their lives become intertwined in ways neither of them could have imagined. As sparks fly and secrets unravel, Amara and Zaydan must navigate a web of drama, hidden truths, and their own growing feelings. Can love bloom in a marriage built on necessity, or will the weight of their pasts tear them apart? This is a story of resilience, redemption, and a love that defies all odds. In a world of power, secrets, and forced fates, will love be her salvation or his downfall?

MEGHA RAISINGHANIA, heir of the RS Empire, calm yet strong-willed, steps into an engagement arranged by her grandfather. ARJUN OBEROI, sharp, composed, and rooted in duty, finds his life turning in directions he never planned for. "You are in my seat." Arjun said with an irritated face. "I don't see your name on it." Megha gave him a sweet smile. "I always sit here." He was utterly exasperated. "Well, congratulations. Now you don't." She is enjoying it now and the smile on her face grown bigger. Arjun stares at her face for a few movements, then calmly pulling the chair next to her, sitting way too close. "Personal space, Oberoi." Megha reminded him. "Well consider it as a team bonding." Now he has the same sweet smile on his face , and her smile slowly disappeared. This is a story of two individuals brought together by fate, tied by an engagement neither saw coming and surrounded by family, responsibilities, and unexpected emotions. With moments of warmth, misunderstandings, laughter, and shadows lurking behind smiles-this is a journey of love, trust, healing, and the quiet magic of companionship growing in the most unexpected ways. Welcome to a story where relationships are tested, bonds are built, and love slowly finds its way. TROPES: Enemies to lovers Strong fmc power couple CEO X CEO Forced proximity Second Chance YOURS TO SERIES #1 P.S.: This is my first story, so please forgive me for any limitations in my writing or errors in English. Also, I'm an avid reader and a big fan of dramas, so you might notice scenes that feel familiar. But please know, I haven't copied anything-these are just inspirations, like many writers take when creating their own worlds. Thank you for understanding and giving my story a chance! #2nd in strong fmc

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance

"I am sorry. I thought it would lessen your headache without medicine. Too many medicines are dangerous, and you eat too many. I am sorry. Please don't hit me! I won't repeat it. I am sorry." Amira just spoke without waiting, closing her eyes. "You regret helping me out or helping me out while I was sober?" She looked at Ali shocked, whose stern gaze was at her face. "I... I do not re... regret!" She stammered, feeling uneasy. He took an envelope and passed it to her. "Sign it and give it to me. I will submit it." Amira looked shocked at him. ─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── A smile covered her lips while her heart was in a different situation. Another book reached its happily ever after. And then there's her, waiting for the phase of pain to end, where things start turning just right. 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐟𝐳𝐚𝐥 - Not perfect but beautiful. An introvert book lover, surrounded by silence and pain in the name of humans. ─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── You may shut your lips tight and smile to hide what your heart wants to say, but your eyes don't fail to convey your words! 𝐀𝐥𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐫 - Forced into a marriage he did not desire. Perfection with bad habits, he should be avoiding. Being the youngest son, he's pampered a lot.

Jageer-e-Mohabbat - جاگیرِ محبت In the heart of rural Pakistan, amidst the opulent estates of feudal lords, there existed a tale of love and enmity that defied societal norms. At the center of this story were two individuals whose initial animosity blossomed into an unexpected and tumultuous romance. The rich and powerful feudal lord's son Sardar Barlas Pamir Lakhani, who was known for his ruthless demeanor and arrogant ways. He ruled over his vast lands with an iron fist, commanding fear and respect in equal measure. His wealth and status shielded him from the consequences of his actions, and he cared little for the struggles of those beneath him. On the other side of the spectrum was Parishè Bukhari, a proud and fiercely independent young woman from a poor background. She harbored deep-seated prejudices against the wealthy elite like Sardar Barlas Pamir Lakhani, viewing them as oppressors who exploited the labor of the common people for their own gain. Her fiery spirit and unwavering principles often put her at odds with the feudal system that dominated her world. Their paths collided one day when Parishè's family, struggling to make ends meet, found themselves at the mercy of Sardar Barlas Pamir Lakhani's whims.

Born into a legacy of power, pride, and politics, twins Zarmina and Zain Khanzada never asked for a kingdom they weren't welcome in. With four much older brothers who were heirs to everything-from feudal titles to family devotion-their unexpected arrival brought not celebration, but shame. Hidden from the world, denied by their own mother, and resented by the very blood meant to protect them, they were ghosts in a palace that never wanted them. But what happens when the forgotten grow up quietly-wise, observant, and dangerously different? Raised by the one woman who saw their worth, Esra Khanzada, a divorced artist with fire in her veins and wounds of her own, the twins become something the Khanzada clan never prepared for: A rebellion with royal blood. A story of belonging, soft strength, and silent storms-The Heirs of Nothing isn't just about the children no one wanted. It's about what happens when those children decide not to need anyone at all.

When Megha Avasthi, a soft-spoken medical graduate and free-spirited dancer, steps into her best friend's wedding, she has no idea she'll walk out as the bride. After Payal elopes with her lover, Megha becomes the scapegoat for a groom with a wounded ego - Angad Mehra, the arrogant third heir of Delhi's most powerful industrial family. What begins as a marriage of impulse turns into a year of silent endurance, hidden pain, and forgotten vows. But when the truth resurfaces and emotions ignite, will love bloom from the ashes of misunderstanding? Or is it too late for redemption?

This isn't your typical revenge story. Here, Ekansh isn't interested in seeking his revenge from Faria. He's just a broken soul, the man belonging to middle class with a nine to five job who's well aware that even if it's about justice, he can't compete with the ones who belong to the top section of the society. While, Faria was born into that top section of the society with all the riches and comfort. She's kind and pretty, something that Ekansh never expected from her. Two different people under one roof. What exactly can go wrong? Everything. Because love knows no bound.