Jules Jenna hates the fact that she's trying to hide in her work to avoid grieving her parents' death. She needs someone in her life and she's never been good with relationships. But one thing she is good at is taking care of kids. She finally decides to take the plunge and adopt a child, whom she now can't imagine life without. Ceaser Thompson, CEO & widower, just found out that he has a child who was given up for adoption. Now he wants his flesh and blood, and the heiress to his companies. He'll do whatever it takes to have her as his own, legally. Read to find out if Ceaser's plan to get his daughter from her new mum, Jules, goes as planned.

I thought I would never do what my sister did to my parents. But the moment I entered his house, I felt my promises breaking. Growing up, we were preached not to do three things at any cost. 1. Have a relationship with boys. 2. Love Marriage. 3. Marriage out of caste. And my elder sister ended up doing all three things. She fell in love with a Billionaire's youngest son, married him in court and left us alone. But, after one year, she finally remembered me as her third trimester began, and she couldn't trust anyone in the family. My mother's heart melted with the news of the baby, and she ordered me to go to my sister's home and help her. Little did I know that the man I once rejected would turn out to be the eldest son of the Billionaire. And, these 89 days would turn my world upside down-my beliefs would be tested, my patience would break, my promises would shatter and my virg... Uhm! And, at the end of those days, I would be standing on the crossroads to whose heart to break-my parents' already broken heart or his heart again. @2025 Copyright. Mature Content!!

He was the professor no one could ignore. She was the girl everyone overlooked. Professor Abhimanyu, 32, wasn't just another name on the faculty list...he was a presence. Known for his sharp mind, unmatched work ethic, and an aura of quiet authority, he taught Architectural Design like it was more than a subject... like it was a language of the soul. But he wasn't easy to keep. In just two years, he had already left two prestigious universities...never for better offers, but for something far more rare: his self-respect. He refused to compromise his dignity, no matter the cost. Then came Amrita. A final-year student. Always present, yet invisible. Always silent, yet full of unspoken thoughts. She wasn't the girl people noticed..she was the one they laughed at. The one who tried to fit in but somehow became the punchline instead. Shy. Introverted. "Boring," they called her. But they never really saw her. Because beneath that quiet exterior lived a mind that felt deeply, imagined endlessly, and observed everything. And yes... She had a crush on him. Just like many others. But unlike them, hers wasn't shallow admiration. It was something softer. Something deeper. She didn't just notice his looks, she noticed the way he spoke about design, the way he stood by his principles, the way he never pretended to be someone he wasn't. And maybe... he noticed something too. Not the loudest voice in class. Not the brightest attention-seeker. But the girl who stayed back, whose designs carried emotions no one else could draw, whose silence spoke louder than words. What happens when a man who values dignity above everything meets a girl who has never been valued at all? When admiration turns into understanding... When silence turns into connection... When two completely different worlds begin to align.. A story begins. Not loud. Not rushed. Not perfect. But real. Ranks - No.1 in Slowburn (24 feb 2025)

Mr. Raichand, you are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressing his lip as he continued to look at me. " Shivanya, things have never been professional between you and me ever since you walked in for that interview. Since then, I have thought about you in seven hundred ways, none of which closely resonates with me being your boss or you being my employee." The thing is, he doesn't mince words outside the Courtroom. I am sorry, what?" I asked, shocked. " You heard me right for the first time." He did not repeat him words but continued to look at me, standing a few feet away from and looking intimidating just as ever. The thing was, I hated being looked at for too much. Much of this insecurity came from being curvy and not being comfortable under my own skin. But his gaze was something else. It did not make me uncomfortable in the way people usually do, it was almost as if he was looking at me. Not my looks or my work, but at me. " You fail to understand, sir. When I tell you that I don't want your help in something which is not related to work, I mean it. Apart from that, if I find myself in a difficult position in a case, I know where to find you." I took a step back and turned around to collect my laptop and bag to leave but his voice stopped me again. " I have been waiting for you longer than you know of it Miss Chopra. You will find out soon enough." His words sounded dangerously close to a promise, sending a shiver down my spine as he once again sat down in the chair next to where I was standing. " Have a good day sir." I hurried out of the Conference room once I had everything. Ignorance is bliss, until it is not. She knows of it. He knows of it. He accepts it, she does not. They are not opposites but they are in no way similar either. But the real question is, will she acknowledge it?

Houssam Shaykh is living the dream. He is a big sought after basketball star who has his pick of teams, is recognized wherever he goes, makes millions per game, and gets to play his favorite sport for a living. He is even being called the 'Muslim Michael Jordan'. But he has a void that he can't seem to fill, no matter how many screaming fans chant his name. When he goes back home after a long season and decides to throw himself into volunteer work, will he find a shot at finding what he's seeking? Hana Ismail sees life through the lens of her camera. She loves to create memories for others to hold dear, but often wishes that she gets to experience them for herself. When she gets chosen to start a Masjid newspaper, and ends up doing a profile on none other than their very own celebrity, will she have a shot at her own happiness?

Safiyana Al-Ameen comes from a big family- A family of power, wealth and honour. She comes from a long line of Emirati businessmen and being the only daughter of her father's, she has a responsibility to uphold. Ayaan Zafar also comes from a big family. A family of power, wealth and honour. His father is a rich British businessman and being the only son of his father's, he has a responsibility to uphold. Power, wealth and honour rule the world they live in. They both find themselves with no other choice but to marry each other and so begins their story. This is a battle between power and love. And only the enduring will be victorious. Part of the Al-Ameen Family series: 1. Through the Dark 2. One Way or Another 3. Good For You 4. Naina

He was filled with ego, rudeness, and cruelty. Every girl throws themselves on him just for his looks and money, but there is only one girl in his life that is his girlfriend, who is a famous model. He loves his family and best friend a lot. He is from a high-class family and hates middle-class people. He thought that one day he would marry his girlfriend, but fate played a game and he got a middle-class girl who is beautiful yet caring. She knows how to be happy with small things. She had never dreamt of a becoming the wife of high-class man. She was happy in her small world, which consisted of her mom, sister, and two best friends who could do anything for her happiness. But one fine day, the situation forces her to step into another world, a world of high-class people. Her fate binds her with him, who hates her to the depths. Will she ever be able to find happiness in her new world? Will his hatred turn into love? Will their marriage work or will they return to their old life? He is Mr. Shourya Kapoor, and she is Miss. Khushi Raichandr. ▪▪▪▪▪ NOTE This is my first story and English is not my native language so there will be a lots of grammatical mistakes so please don't discourage me by putting harsh comments. PLEASE DONT TRY TO STEAL MY WORK I WILL NOT TOLERATE IT. I DON'T ALLOW MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY WAY OR ADAPTED IN ANY WAY WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. Copyright ©️ 2021 by Vel

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

(18+) Ali Ahmed Sheikh is a powerful businessman and simultaneous leader of one of the biggest criminal organizations. No one questions him, and what he wants is undoubtedly his. When the opportunity of defeating his father's greatest rival- Abdul Qadeer comes, he takes a step further and captures Abdul's daughter; Anaya. Ali's world is obstructed when he comes to know of a life that is vacant of felony and hatred- all in the mind of a significant woman. Anaya Abassi Qadeer is a virtuous woman, pursuing a career in educating the youth and following the footsteps of her righteous late mother. Anaya is unknown to the fact that her father is a criminal, but by the time she gets the hint it's too late- and she's caught in the world of sinfulness, and hostility all led by a remarkable man. Please be advised. This book does not romanticize abuse or toxic relationships in any way.

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?