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. I gave birth to them. I do not care about views or attention, but I do care deeply about my babies. So please think twice before commenting just to spread negativity. Otherwise, I will not hesitate to become your biggest ill wisher. Consider this your warning. 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.

What happens when the person you love more than yourself becomes the reason you stop recognizing who you are? How do you live in the same house... with the same man... after discovering he built another life behind your back? Can love survive betrayal? Or does it slowly turn into something darker... quieter... more dangerous? And if a woman chooses to stay- is it strength... or the beginning of her end?

"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. ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣

Alpha of the Darks, Vince, imprints on Nya but keeps it a secret. Excerpt Vince was resting in bed running the day's events through his mind when his heightened sense of hearing was alerted to the sound of ruffling sheets. Little feet hit the ground telling him it was a female and the odd placement of footsteps lets him know it wasn't Malina. He rises and when he widens his bedroom door Nya's scent flooded through his nostrils. He clears his throat instinctively and follows the smell into the hall. There he finds her coming straight towards him. He was surprised she was up this soon. She should have been out until the morning at least. Her foot was healed and her clothes were changed from earlier. She was now wearing a fitted cotton t-shirt, soft plaid shorts, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. "What are you doing?" He folds his arms and angles his brows. She keeps her same pace beelined to him. Never, has he ever had the thought of taking a step back when being approached; until now that is. He hesitated. He firmly refused to let anything make him back down. This was his house, his rules, and she had no power over him. His focus inadvertently fell to her breast that lacked cover from a bra, and then to her smooth thighs, and like he has absolutely no control, to her toned calves. She was a foot away when the moon's glow from the skylight illuminated her face. His heart skipped a beat. It had never done that before. Then his train of thought went right off the tracks. He didn't realize how thick her lashes were, or how perfectly red her lips were stained. Where earlier she was pale, she now had a flushed pink color. The darkness from under her eyes was gone and her cheeks were slightly fuller too. He blinks away his unwanted thoughts when she stops inches from him. With a neutral gaze, an expressionless expression almost, she makes a sudden turn and goes around him. "What the f**k?" She was sleepwalking he registered.

Love isn't just a bed of roses- it's pain, joy, happiness, understanding, commitment, trust, and so much more. So when Leila's husband takes another wife, she convinces herself it doesn't matter. After all, she loves him, and he loves her more than life itself. That should be enough... right? But what happens when their world shifts? Taking a turn for the better or worse, depending on how you, the reader, sees it. THIS BOOK HAS BEEN TAKEN OFF WATTPAD, ONLY THE PREVIEW REMAINS ON THIS APP. FULL BOOK IS AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE ON SELAR. COPY AND PASTE THE LINK BELOW ON YOUR BROWSER TO PURCHASE 👇 https://selar.com/4xi46jgn42 Started - 21st March, 2025 Ended - 17th June, 2025 Most impressive ranking #1 in Islamic love story #2 in arewanovels #3 in Nigeria #9 in Islamicfiction #11 in Islamiclovestory #33 in secondmarriage

Elyra has lived in the shadow of her twin sister, Eliana, ever since the tragic accident that took Eliana's life. Blamed by her parents and older brother, Caleb, she endures years of mistreatment, forced into servitude in her own home while carrying the unbearable weight of their hatred. What they don't know is that Elyra is dying-secretly battling terminal cancer, with only fourteen days left to live. Each day is a struggle, not just against her failing body but against the family who wishes she had died instead of Eliana. But when Caleb stumbles upon her hidden medication, his world shatters. The sister he despised is slipping away, and for the first time, he sees the truth-she was never the villain they made her out to be. As the days tick down, Caleb tries to make amends, but fate is cruel. On Elyra's last day, an accident leaves him in desperate need of a heart transplant. With no hesitation, Elyra makes the ultimate sacrifice, forcing the doctors to proceed without their parents' consent. Caleb wakes up with a new heart, only to realize the price of his survival-his sister is gone. The family that once scorned her is left drowning in regret, but it's too late. Elyra is nothing more than a whisper in the wind, a fading echo of a love that was never returned. A heartbreak tale of pain, redemption, and love found too late.

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

𝑫𝒓. 𝒁𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑨𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑰𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚❤️‍🔥 ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᡣ𐭩 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨: 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 ᡣ𐭩 "I hate you!" "You mean love" "No way. I meant what I said. I hate you" "So you hate me?" "Absolutely!" "No problem! I hate you too"

*𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔* 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅-𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑬𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 I felt his warm breath as it caressed my ear, causing a shiver to crawl down my spine as he whispered, "So it seems you have been having quite the time with my brother tonight, Miss Beckett." I looked up horrified to meet his cold blue eyes as they peered down at me, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing some of his beautifully white teeth. "I beg your forgiveness, My prince. I did not mean to offend you by accepting your brother's invitation to dance." I swallowed hard, trying to fight the lump of fear that had started to build in my throat, "I did not think I was allowed to decline." Prince Thomas let out a little chuckle, "Oh, I am not mad at you, Emma." I shivered when my name left his lips, "You have just piqued my interest, that is all." 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 After the King of Myrce announces the commencement of a new event called the Courting, where nobles are summoned to compete against one another for a chance to wed a chosen member of the royal family, for some unknown reason Emma's parents demand she attend in her sister's stead. Thinking they have her on a tight leash, she is instructed not to seduce the prince and return home after making it to the final five. However, after enduring years of abuse and longing for freedom, Emma has other plans. She intends to win and by any means necessary.