An Arranged Marriage | Enemies to Lovers | Dark Romance Shehnaaz zehra was born of silence and secrets-raised far from the legacy her blood carried. Gentle but unbreakable, she is thrust into a world that never wanted her, married into a name she was forbidden to utter. A bride in a house of wolves. A heart that refuses to bow. Sidharth zehra is the storm at the center of that world-the eldest heir of the zehra empire. Cold. Calculated. Ruthless. He doesn't believe in love, especially not for a girl with a tainted past. Yet the more he tries to hate her, the deeper she carves herself into him. Bound by blood. Forced by family. Their marriage was never meant to be love-it was meant to be survival. But when desire bleeds into obsession, when hatred begins to ache... Will they destroy each other-or burn together?

"There was a story I once heard... that every soul has a butterfly tied to it. Mine was Sabreena. Her wings kept me alive. And the day her wings stop... so will I." ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣ Azlaan raised walls around Sabreena, shielding her from every shadow. For him, she was life itself - untouchable, sacred, forever his 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 He was her 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. Sabreena worshipped him, breathed him, loved him in ways he could never allow himself to. To her, he was not cousin, not guardian but the only man she ever wanted. Between his restraint and her hunger lies a war. How far will she go to make him hers? How long can he fight the darkness when she is both his weakness and his ruin? Behkaawa - a story of love so forbidden, it can only end in fire. ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣

VILLAIN'S AFSAANA BOOK3 He killed a man that night. And she saw it happen. Not on the news. Not in the headlines. With her own eyes. Barefoot in the alley behind the minister's house. Heart pounding. Breath stolen. And then - their eyes met. She should've run. He should've silenced her. But neither did. Because Zafar Chaudhary didn't fall in love like normal men. The moment Hurain saw the devil in him, he decided she'd never see anything - or anyone -other than him again. She became his weakness. His obsession. The only softness he didn't know how to destroy. But Hurain? She wasn't some naive girl waiting to be loved. She saw what he was - a monster in silk, a storm in control. And she hated him for it. Feared him. And yet... she could never fully turn away. Because sometimes, when the devil watches you like you belong to him... a part of you starts to wonder if maybe you do. This isn't a love story. It's a war. Between hate and hunger. Between a man who doesn't understand the word "no" - and a girl who refuses to say yes.

COUISN LOVE STORY OF SIDNAAZ Two brother's of Nawab family who became rivals after death of their father for throne of Bahawalpur(Princely state). They divided state into half and forbidden each other to enter other's property To end this enemy between her sons, Bi jaan faked heartache and ask them to marry their children with each other and consider it her dying wish, both brother agreed to get their children married but their children were nowhere happy with this forged marriage, Where Sidharth falls for unknown girl in burqa without knowing it's his own betrothed whom he fail to recognised in normal attire until one day till then they have made each other's life hell by living under same roof same room WARNINGS -DOES NOT REPRESENT ISLAM AT ALL -CONTAIN MATURE THEME READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️

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

SIDNAAZ MUSLIM LOVE STORY PEEP IN TO KNOW MORE ✨ WARNINGS -DOES NOT REPRESENT ISLAM AT ALL -CONTAIN MATURE THEME READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️

VILLAIN'S AFSAANA BOOK2 It began with a kiss. Not a romantic one. Not soft or planned. It happened in the dark - between a loaded gun and a murder that was never supposed to be happened. She was Eighteen. He was a shadow in her hallway. That kiss wasn't love. But it ruined him. And it marked her. AJ had come to kill. To burn the world that had once taken everything for him. But she stopped him - not with a weapon, not with fear... just with one terrified, trembling kiss. Since that night, he's been obsessed. Not in the way people write about love - but in the way nightmares follow you long after the morning comes. She became his fixation. His sickness. His hasrat. And Sara? She was never the girl who asked for his attention. She never wanted to be seen by him - not like that. But AJ sees her everywhere. Her blue eyes. Her silence. Her fear. To him, it's devotion. To her, it's a cage. This isn't a story about love. It's about possession. About what happens when a girl becomes the obsession of a man who doesn't understand boundaries. A man who calls madness loyalty. And a girl who keeps running... even though some part of her wonders what would happen if she stopped.

*Read RUYA for better understanding* VILLAIN'S AFSAANA BOOK1 They said time heals everything. But for Zarar Jatoi, time only taught him how to live without feeling. He was a man carved out of grief - all suit, silence, and shadows. The kind of man who once loved so deeply that when death took her, it took him too. Not his heartbeat, not his breath - but everything else that made him human. He stopped smiling. Stopped hoping. He moved through life like a ghost in a tailored suit, untouched by the world, unbothered by light. And then - she came. Noor. A girl in purple, with sunlight in her laugh and a recklessness that made the walls around him flicker. She wasn't supposed to matter. She wasn't supposed to see him - really see him. But she did. And slowly, painfully, relentlessly - she began pulling him back from the edge. Not with grand gestures, not with loud declarations, but with her presence. Her chaos. Her light. This isn't a love story. It's a story about the war between grief and healing. Between darkness and the girl who dared to walk into it barefoot, uninvited, and full of color. It's the story of Zarar Jatoi - and the girl named Noor, who became his Rahat when he believed he no longer deserved one.

She destroyed his world ... then became his only reason to live... Sidharth Anman shattered by his wife's sudden untimely death - unaware that the woman he was marrying, was the one responsible for it. Haunted by guilt, Shehnaaz entered his life quietly, hoping to heal him. Because he was the one, heart heart truly belonged to. She loved him Deeply. Silently. Hopelessly. He tried to hate her but love has its own cruel plans. what will happens when the bunglow of lies crashes.. when the secrets will be revealed.. book their love survive or will it destroy them both 💔

"I was willing to become the villain in her life if it meant I could call her mine." *** An accidental run-in with the city's infamous criminal brings Hayat Azhar right in front of the barrel of a gun. If that wasn't bad enough, things get worse when she accidentally slaps the university's popular senior with her samosa's spicy sauce on her first day. And just like that, two different personalities, a snobbish rich boy and a notorious expert criminal, develop a similarity - a common target; Her. [a pakistani inspired novel set in pakistan]