Noor Manzil-where tradition, secrets, and a little chaos reign supreme. Mushk Shah is sweet, innocent, and full of mischief, always leaving a trail of laughter (and occasional trouble) wherever she goes. Sikandar Shah is her opposite-cold, composed, and intimidating-but beneath that stern exterior lies a heart that beats only for his family... and maybe someone special. In a house full of teasing cousins, playful siblings, and hidden glances, hearts collide in unexpected ways. Friendships are tested, loyalties are questioned, and love... well, love has a way of finding the most unexpected corners. In Noor Manzil, nothing is ever simple-and every heart has its secrets.

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞...𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭...𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. (English translation available.) 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐗 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 Her lips parted slightly, a whisper escaping before she could stop herself. "Abhimanyu Singh Rathore..." The man - Abhimanyu - looked up from her resume, his expression unreadable. "Akshita Mehra," he said slowly, as if tasting her name on his tongue. She sat straighter, pretending her heartbeat wasn't thundering in her ears. "So you're from Rishikesh, huh?" He leaned back again. His eyes gleamed with coldness. "So tell me, Miss Rishikesh... why should I hire you?" Her throat went dry, but she forced her words out. "Sir, my main focus will be on growth and development of the company-" He raised one eyebrow, cutting her sentence like a blade. "By fighting with the CEO?" A low chuckle slipped from his lips as he tossed the resume back on the desk. The sound made her blood boil. "You know what I want to do right now?" His tone turned sharper, colder. "Kick you out of my company. But... but..." He leaned forward suddenly, his elbows on the desk, his eyes boring into hers. Her breath hitched under the intensity of his gaze. "I have an offer for you, Miss Rishikesh." Her brows furrowed. "O-Offer?" "Yes. An offer to work as my P.A." Tropes: Boss × Personal Assistant Grumpy CEO × Sunshine Girl Cold, Short-Tempered Male Lead Soft-Spoken but Strong Female Lead Anger Issues with a Soft Spot Possessive Yet Protective Hero Enemies to Lovers Slow Burn Romance Office Romance & Workplace Drama Emotional Walls & Healing Love "Touch Her and Die" Energy

Enemies to lovers "Apna muh band rakho karo mere samne because it's fucking infuriating." He slammed her back against desk. She hissed in pain immediately gripping wooden desk between her fist and pressing herself into it because he was leaning closer her face more. Extremely close more than her liking "Toh mat kiya karen mere sath baat I don't ask to speak to me." She spoke bluntly avoid any eye-contact with him "And you wonder why your father left." His harsh words made her snap head at him. He didn't move his face and he could see hurt his words has caused in her eyes but he was arrogant enough to not care about it "You deserve it-" He was cut off by slap landing on his right cheek His head tilted and he stayed in that position for seconds processing what she just did. His eyes darken and rage build inside him. There was no regret in her eyes, he has been nothing but asshole to her ever since she come to this college. After whatever he has done to her this slap wasn't even big deal- She wide her eyes when he slammed his lips against hers. She froze for second

🪞 #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟎𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 She wasn't saved. She was handed over quietly, cruelly, like a secret no one wanted to keep. Nitya was soft. Too soft for a world that carved love out of manipulation and called it care. Raised under a roof where tenderness was twisted and silence was survival, she learned that obedience was the only way to stay invisible. Especially when your own mother becomes the mask behind your undoing. So when Nitya is married off, not for love, not even for tradition, but for control she doesn't protest. She folds. Like she always has. Avayan didn't ask for her. He's all edges and ice unreadable, untouchable, and emotionally void. He only said yes because it was expected of him. But something changes in the stillness. Moments pass. And in between the ones where she's breaking quietly are the ones where someone stays. Not to rescue her. Not to hold her. Just to remain. And somehow, between the words left unsaid and the glances not meant to linger, a slow, aching tenderness begins to rise not loud, not sudden but real. This isn't a story of perfect love. This isn't a story of grand gestures or sudden passion. It's a slow, haunting unraveling - of a girl who was barely even hers, Yet, in a marriage built on duty, can desire turn into something more? Can Nitya find the courage to claim her place beside the man who teases and torments her with a tenderness she never knew she craved? And will Avayan, who never believed in love, realize that she was meant to be his all along? A slow-burning tension, stolen moments, and a love that was never supposed to happen-but refuses to be ignored. A quiet beginning. A burning middle. A love that doesn't save her- but teaches her how to choose herself, and him, at the same time. And the man who unknowingly teaches her how to belong to herself.

❝Dupatta apne sar par karo,❞ he said in a low voice. Umul blinked. She frowned and looked up at him. ❝Kya?❞. ❝I said, dupatta apne sar par lo,❞ he repeated, this time with a little more stern edge to his tone. She looked at him, stunned... Who the hell does he think he is? ❁❁❁ She is 22... quiet, overlooked, and misunderstood by her own family. She lives as an invisible person. But a series of events slowly begins to pull her closer to her faith, to her Lord. He is 29... hardened by the world that has shown him some of its darkest sides. Pain and loss have turned his heart to stone. When they are forced into marriage, neither of them wants, will they find solace in each other, heal each other... or will their pasts tear them apart? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced suicide, graphic violence, vulgar language, and other mature content. Copyright ©2025 by Batool

𝐙𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢, 18-year-old, is forcefully married to the 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐫 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐳𝐚𝐢, 32, eldest heir of her family's sworn enemy. The nikkah happens with them in different rooms. They have never seen each other before, their faces are still unknown to one another. For him, this marriage isn't love. It's revenge. A boy from the girl's family, her creepy cousin, tried to harass his sister. So he took revenge by kidnapping the girl and forcing her into marriage. When the ceremony finishes, his voice turns cold as he orders his men... "𝐈𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐫𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢 𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐨." (𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳.) Two cars drive into the dark night. A few moments later, a loud explosion breaks the silence. Shehriyar's car bursts into flames and is completely covered in fire.

💫"One slip of sindoor... and suddenly, she was his." She's innocent. He's ice-cold. But fate doesn't ask permission. Ananya Sharma - "A quiet storm in a simple kurti, turning lines of code into dreams." A small-town girl from Shimla, she never imagined her world of programming and chai-filled nights would collide with the ruthless corridors of Mumbai's top corporate empire. Dr. Arjun Raichand - "A man of ice in the boardroom, but a surgeon's heart beating beneath the frost." He's the untouchable CEO, feared by rivals, respected by all-until one accident ties his name to hers forever. An unexpected sindoor, a clash of families, and a battle between tradition and ambition-can her innocence melt his walls of ice, or will his cold logic shatter her fragile dreams?

She grew up hearing one thing only- "He is your husband. Serve him. Respect him." At just seventeen, Ayat Raees is the fragile flower of the haveli, too innocent to understand love, yet bound by a nikah that was written in her childhood. And then there's him- Wali Raees. Thirty years old. Cold. Untouchable. The man who carries the entire Raees legacy on his shoulders. To the world, he is ruthless and dominant. To her, he is a stranger who makes her heart race with both fear and longing. He never asked for her. Yet he will never let her go. Because in his world, Ayat has always been his-by name, by blood, by fate. But when innocence collides with dominance, when fear begins to twist into forbidden desire... will the fragile bride survive the storm of the man called Wali Raees?

"𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘁𝘆,𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁." ------------ Love series #1 --- India is known for its grand and lavish weddings-where every family dreams of making the day unforgettable. But this isn't just any wedding. This is a royal affair, uniting two powerful dynasties-one rooted in ancient legacy, the other built from the ground up through sheer determination. It was meant to be the wedding of the century. But what happens when one of the most crucial people in the ceremony fails to show up? Whispers began to float through the opulent hall. Eyes turned toward the figure sitting alone-confused, abandoned, and judged. The air thickened with gossip, and honor was at stake. To protect their pride, to silence society's tongue, they made a decision. A replacement was found. A replacement to uphold reputation... A replacement to protect dignity... A replacement for love? .................

BOOK 1 OF THE PARADISE SERIES "THIS CONVERSATION IS NOT BASELESS, I HAVE THE DAMN PROOF YOU CAN CHECK YOUR PHONE" Abhimaan Singh Rathore, An arrogant ruthless man who loves his work as much as he loves his family. Not even a single scratch can arise on his family when he is the one standing like a lone tiger. "I DON'T CARE YOU ARE DRUNK ABHIMAAN" I said while going when he pulled my hand back and twisted it behind my back. Kiara sharma, a cute but feisty girl with a tarnished childhood but always has a smile on her face. The one who loves to help others letting her forget all the pain. What will happen when these two souls get's entwined in one universe? What has in store for them when there are enemies rising in their own paradise? Editor- @Girl_with_words_ This is my first book please give it a read and let me know in the comments 😉 #2 in billionaire (30/4/2025) #3 in billionaire (24/6/2025) #3 in desi romance (5/11/2025) #2 in poetry (21/6/2025) #3 in forced marraige (9/6/2025) #4 in forced marriage (12/6/2025) #4 in poetry (26/8/25) #4 in desi romance (6/11/2025) #5 in love story (12/6/2025) #5 in billionaire (5/11/2025) #6 in billionaire (3/11/2025) #7 in grumpy (20/6/2025) #8 in poetry (30/4/2025) #8 in husband and wife (14/6/2025) #9 in marriage (27/9/2025) #11 in forced proximity (9/6/2025)