Taskeen-e-dil (تسکینِ دِل): soothing a sorrowful and longing heart. COMING SOON...

Shayan Khanzada is ruin in human form, storm wrapped in leather and ink, possessive to the bone, violently protective. Abandoned young, he learned early that love is a blade: sharp, bloody, and his to wield. The only softness he ever allowed was hers. And he never let it go. Maheen Khanzada is fragile prey, soft-spoken, trembling, forever trying to escape the shadow he casts. She's terrified of the man who once held her hand to sleep, but now claims her with a gun to his own temple. She's the light he both craves and wants to devour, the only one who can quiet the screaming inside his skull. He came back for her. Not to ask. To take. The family buried her engagement like a corpse, praying the monster wouldn't smell blood. They were wrong. He corners her in hallways, drags her close in rooms full of people, presses a gun to his own temple and forces vows from her lips. Anyone who touches her, ends up broken or burning. He'll carve out hearts, set fires, spill blood to keep her chained to him. She'll cry, she'll beg, she'll soften the devil just enough to survive him. But survival isn't freedom. This is no redemption arc. This is an obsession carved into bone. A vicious, unapologetic dark romance of lethal possession, fractured childhoods, and a love that only thrives in the wreckage. He owns her soul. She owns his madness. And neither will ever be free. •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

STANDALONE BOOK. Fate and fire collide-Ruhya Wajdan Gabol loves the one she should fear most: Sikander Jatoi, her elder cousin the feared psychotic Sardar of Jatoi clan and SJ's heir whose darkness could devour them both. Zehn-e-Siyaah was written to disturb you, not to comfort you. If you are looking for redemption, close this book now. The man at the center of this story is not broken- he is aware. He understands every line he crosses and chooses to cross it anyway. The girl is not foolish- she is kind. And kindness, in a world ruled by power, is the most dangerous thing of all. There are no heroes here. Only choices. And the damage they leave behind. This story does not ask you to forgive. It asks you to witness. How silence can be more violent than touch. How love, when misplaced, becomes a weapon. Some stories are written to be loved. This one is written to be remembered.

The stars were glowing above him, cold and distant, as if mocking him-reminding him that they still had something he had lost forever. A lone tear slipped past his lashes, silent at first, before his control finally shattered. Her smile. Her laughter. Her care. Her pout. Her anger. Her touch. Her love. Her face. The memories crushed his chest, stealing his strength. The years he had spent with her now felt like wounds tearing his heart apart. He had never imagined a day where he would be this alone. "Aahhh!" A broken scream tore out of his chest as his legs gave up. He fell to his knees, clutching his heart, crying hysterically. Today, all his endurance ended. He wasn't strong anymore-and for the first time, he wasn't ashamed to admit it. He couldn't carry this pain any further. It was too heavy, too sharp, too cruel. Suddenly, a trembling hand reached out and gently wiped his tears. He lifted his eyes and looked at that innocent soul-eyes swollen, face wet with tears, crying just like him. Something inside him broke all over again. Without thinking, he pulled that person into his arms. They clung to each other tightly, crying as if the world had ended, as if tomorrow didn't exist. In that moment, they didn't care about boundaries, about closeness, about anything at all. They only knew pain-and they let it drown them, together. ******** Trope Sisters love Forced marriage Emergency nikah Second marriage Huge Age gape Innocent heroine Rude hero Brother in law. Sister in law. Please look into the prologue once before leaving🤗

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

𝘿𝙚𝙣𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩, 𝙨𝙚ñ𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 '𝙣𝙤' 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩.🍃 . INTRODUCTION: He was born with power in his veins and danger in his silence. Zarim Randhaawa - the Chairman the world bows to, and the name the underworld whispers with fear. Cold, calculative, and ruthless to the core, Zarim hides a world no one dares to question - a secret empire built on shadows and loyalty. Anger runs through him like fire, and mercy... was never a part of his vocabulary. And then there's Mehrunisaa Zulqarnain - the sunshine he never wanted. Half Kashmiri, half chaos - she's her father's pride and her family's most pampered storm. A college student with dreams brighter than her laughter, and yet, wise enough to know the weight of love and loss. Her world is filled with books, chai cups, and the unshakable wish to make her father proud. When fate throws their worlds together - his darkness and her innocence collide. A man built of ice meets a girl who feels too deeply. A storm brews between power and purity... Between fear and fascination. Because sometimes, even the most dangerous men... Fall for the kind of girl who doesn't know she's worth starting a war for.

Reverse Harem +18 When five-year-old Violet's family is destroyed in a brutal attack, she is rescued by four vampires who take her in as their own. Though they are bound by centuries of darkness, their hearts are unexpectedly drawn to the fragile human girl who grows into a strong, compassionate young woman under their care.

Love and revenge-they both start with obsession. The difference is who dies first. 𝐕𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 was used to silence, to small rooms and smaller dreams, until she decided to step inside Roy mansion. They called it the mansion of gold. From the outside, it shimmered like wealth's perfect illusion; marble floors, crystal chandeliers, voices that never knew what hunger sounded like. But Vaani learned early that gold can hide rot better than dust ever could. She entered the Roy Mansion not as a guest... but as a storm, came back for one reason: revenge. Against the powerful family that destroyed everything she once loved. For them, she was just a maid but she was much more than what she appeared to be. Every smile in that mansion was a mask. Every secret, a weapon waiting to be used. And fate had a cruel sense of irony. Because standing in her way was... 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐲-the name every girl at Crescent Hill University sighed over and every rival feared. He was the face of perfection: tall, sharp, untouchable. The heir whose father owned the university and half the city skyline. He hated her existence. She despised his breathe. She was supposed to destroy the Roys. But she ended up destroying herself instead. In a world dripping with money, power, and deceit, Vaani learned hard way that survival came at a price. Every whispered insult, every cruel smirk from the rich, entitled students only burned her resolve deeper. Until hatred began to twist into something darker- An obsession neither of them could control. Because when revenge starts to feel like desire...you stop knowing which one will destroy you first. "You think money makes you untouchable?" He smirks "No. Power does." "One day, it'll all burn." "Then burn with it. You look prettier in flames." "I hate you." He stepped closer, "Good, Hate keeps you close."