He waited in silence, watching her bloom. Now, he's ready to claim what was never his to touch. Aleena Azimi was just seventeen when she stepped into the mansion that would change her life forever-working as a maid to help her ailing mother. Quiet. Gentle. Untouched. She was everything Ashkan Hosseini should have stayed away from. But he didn't. Ashkan, the enigmatic heir of the Hosseini empire, had it all-power, wealth, and an iron will that bent the world around him. But when it came to Aleena, he was a man tormented by restraint. For two years, he watched her in silence, suppressing the storm of desire that threatened to consume him. Now, she's nineteen. And when her younger brother is framed in a crime that could cost him his life, Ashkan steps in with a deal that changes everything. Marry me-and I'll make the problem disappear. Thrust into a dangerous marriage with a man who's both her savior and her captor, Aleena must navigate a world of power, secrets, and the kind of desire that burns too deep to ignore. He owns her freedom, her name, and her nights-but can he ever win her heart? 𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒗𝒐𝒘𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆. ▪︎▪︎ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌-𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆.𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅-𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆.

~ A story as a Poetry itself ~ MURAAD SIDDIQUI "He never touched the flame. He simply waited for it to burn its way to him." Born into power, raised in shadows, Muraad Siddiqui was promised a bride before he could even tie his shoelaces - a girl he'd never met, but whose name sounded like poetry: Siya. While the world handed him legacy, influence, and control, he built a life around the only thing he never chose but always wanted. By the time she stepped into his haveli, still a child in uniform, he had already crafted a world where she was the centre. But love like his is not tender. It's sharp. Unvoiced. Unholy. Because how do you love someone who sees you as a stranger, when you've lived every breath for them? He stays close-but silent. Present-but untouchable. Not because he can't confess. But because what he feels could undo her entire world. SIYA RAGHUVANSHI "She was signed away with a pen. And now she lives in a palace she never asked for, but still always dreamed of-with a man whose eyes know too much." All Siya wanted was to study literature, hide behind her books, and lose herself in fictional darkness. But instead, she was unknowingly married off at fifteen - not out of love, but a centuries-old debt of honour. Now, she lives in Siya Mahel, a haunting haveli, filled with whispers, strange rituals, and one devastatingly silent man who keeps rubbing her feet every night as she falls asleep. She doesn't know what binds them. She doesn't understand why he flinches every time she asks him questions. Or why his gaze is both a prayer and a punishment. All she knows is that her life isn't hers anymore... And the one man who seems to care, is the one she fears the most. ~ One haveli. Two families tied by silence. Seven sacred stages of love. And a birth from shadows. Love is a blessing. But what if it's also a sentence you can't escape. This isn't a story. It's a rebellion sealed in sindoor and blood. ~~

To those who love~ ❝She hated lies... so he rewrote her memories❞ ──────·୨ৎ·────── She was never meant to be a queen. Yet destiny dressed her in fire - and called her Anantara. Born to heal, but bound to rule. Loved by a man the world called Sarkaar. Feared by those who whispered her name in the corridors of power She was his sister's best friend - a girl made of light, laughter, and dreams. Until darkness claimed her name. Behind every choice she makes, his shadow moves. Behind every memory she holds, his hand rewrites the truth. He controls her life, her mind, her world - and still, she keeps returning to him. Because love is not what binds them. Obsession does. Secrets do. Siyaasat does. And somewhere between truth and treachery, their hearts still remember what their minds have forgotten UPDATE EVERY SATURDAY "तुझे छू लूं तो कुछ मुझे हो जाएगा जो मैं चाहता न हो मुझको तुझे मिल के ये दिल मेरा बह जाएगा इसी बात का डर है मुझको के हो ना जाए प्यार तुमसे मुझे कर देगा बर्बाद इश्क़ मुझे हो ना जाए प्यार तुमसे मुझे बेहद बेशुमार तुमसे..."

"I thought I told you to stop telling me what to do." I whispered meekly. "I thought I told you that I wanted you here, with me. I want your happiness. Not your anger." His lips touched my ear when he spoke; I was shaking. "You never said you wanted that." "But that is what I meant." "I don't live in your head, Adam. I can't just figure out what you want." "But you do." The hand that had been on the edge of the skin trailed up the side of my waist and then back down. "I can't fucking focus on anything else. Even now there's only thoughts of you in here. I'm wondering if you'd taste as sweet as you smell." /// When Shireen Naseer stumbles upon a sight not meant for her eyes, the young fashion designer is roped into a mess bigger than she's ever created. Suddenly, she's married to a brooding soldier and living in his home as she awaits the dangers of the outside world to pass. But Adam Zaman is not just an average soldier. He laughs at her stupid jokes, tries to keep her happy, listens when she rants, and is so very patient with her. She's falling hard and fast, but he will not step over the line. Protecting her and her honor is his responsibility, so how can he tarnish it? /// Bro, this belongs to me. Don't post it anywhere else.

Siddharth Sikander, the elder son of Suleman Sikander, dreams of following his father's footsteps and becoming the next Gaddi nasheen. Busy with politics, love and marriage have no place in his life. But his mother, Rumaisa Sikander, has other plans. When she reconnects with her husband's sister after years, she also meets her daughter, Haya Sultan. ✨ Will Siddharth marry his phuppo ki beti?

A soft-hearted pediatrician, Mahnoor, unknowingly bonds with baby Ilhaan - the son of cold, ruthless CEO Shahwaiz, whose life still mourns his late wife. Their fates collide after a hospital meeting sparks a silent obsession, while hidden betrayals threaten Shahwaiz's empire.

For generations, the Khan and Qureshi families have been at war - their enmity flowing as endlessly as the river they fight over, and as fiercely as the land they claim. Blood has been spilled on both sides, but their code of honour never allowed harm to their women. Until one night, an alleged Khan attack on Qureshi land goes wrong. Aaliyah Arbaz Qureshi, the proud and fiery eldest daughter of the Qureshi household, is kidnapped in the chaos. She is later found by none other than Hashim Raza Khan, the heir of the rival family - and returned home. But in a world where honour is currency, her injured leg becomes a permanent mark, and the Qureshis demand blood in exchange for their daughter's dignity. The Khans refuse. Tensions threaten to ignite into all-out war... until a respected elder proposes the unthinkable: a marriage between Hashim and Aaliyah. The man accused of orchestrating the attack... and the woman whose life was shattered by it. To prevent further bloodshed, they agree. The nikkah takes place. An uneasy peace is born. But there is no trust. No friendship. And certainly, no love. Then, Aaliyah is sent abroad by her family, out of her husband's reach. Hashim, still young and bound by the politics of his elders, can do nothing. Seven years pass. When she returns, she finds the river still flows, the feud still simmers - and the man she married now a colder, sharper, and far more dangerous figure than the boy she left behind. Between them lies a marriage in name, a history of blood and betrayal, and a battlefield where politics, manipulation, and forbidden longing collide. In this war of hearts and honour... Love may be the most dangerous weapon of all.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 18+ 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

**A Wattpad featured story** Bekhudi || بیخودی ❝ He gently dragged his hand around the delicate skin of my neck, slowly caressing it under his stifling touch. I felt his breath curling against me, as a wave of sultriness rode over me. As if sensing it, his soft touch become firm and his thumb pressed against my bottom lip. His eyes were still trained on mine, studying me with a burning intensity. He looked at me with a fervent gaze, as I felt his eyes darken with desire? ❞ _____________________________ Bekhudi follows the life of Shanzae Malik, a political heiress, as she manoeuvres through the clutches of a patriarchal, honour bound society. Her life takes a turn when her family suggests an unexpected proposal to save their withering political dynasty. Crisis strikes, and her only option is to choose between the love of her life and his brother. A tale of love, heartache, deception & ecstasy!