𝐙𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢, 18-year-old, is forcefully married to the 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐫 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐳𝐚𝐢, 30, 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.

In 1800s Awadh, marriages were for honor - not love. Avantika became the wife of Virendra Thakur, a powerful zamindar, widower, and father of two, knowing her place was bound by duty. On their wedding night, he told her she would have the respect of his household... but nothing of his heart. Yet respect cannot quiet longing. In the candlelit halls of the haveli, every stolen glance, every brush of his hand, and every night spent under the same roof only deepened the ache between them. And in the stillness of those nights, where power and pride ruled the day, they fought a private war - of desire, restraint, and unspoken truths. **** Will Avantika melt the walls around his heart... or will she be consumed by her own yearning? When respect, pride, and forbidden passion collide - what will win? Most important... will she survive being The Thakurain?

"Her love was lustrous and naive like a child while his was strong as armour and forever wild." . . A saga of the two souls who are forbidden for one another but are ready to tear apart the world if its comes to their love, a massive clash that follows after that and the lives affected by it.

A man falls in love with a beautiful girl, and he falls harder until he gets crazy with that woman and gets obsessed, passive, and jealous. He can do everything for her to protect his girl. Some people think he's crazy, but they don't know he's just in love.

Pure. Innocent. Shy. Modest. An absolute angel. Made for me. Fallen from above for me. I saw her and I wanted her. I knew I was no good for her. I knew I would destroy her but if there was one thing I wouldn't do was let go of her. I was taught to always get what I want in a way or the other. And her, I was going to have her all to me. Scary, rude, arrogant, mysterious. An absolute demon. I don't like him. Every time he's around I want to run away or disappear. Why did I have to fall for such a cold heart? He's got me and I don't know what to do anymore. Will they end up together? Will he become better? Will she be able to handle him? Read to find out!

Can a psychopathic killer truly fall in love? Can she heal the monster inside him? He married her to destroy her, never knowing she was the only one who could save him." A Soon to Be Published Novel Limerence is Written by AabNoor Rashid This book is the original work of the author. All rights are reserved. No part of this work may be copied, reproduced, distributed, translated, or used in any form without the author's prior written permission. Unauthorized use of any portion of this work may result in legal action.

I gasped loudly and took a step back, only to hit my back against the shelf door. He looked directly into my eyes; it felt like he was seeing right through my soul. His eyes were so intense that I couldn't handle it, so I looked away, but he made me look at him by lifting my chin with his thumb and index finger. "You have no idea how much I am controlling myself from making you mine," I looked at him wide-eyed and tried to push him away, but he pinned my hands on either side of my head with his. He leaned closer to me, so I turned my face away, but his lips landed on my cheek. My eyes widened at his act. I wriggled and freed my hands from his hold before pushing him away with full force. I tried to go past him from the right, and I did succeed, as he seemed amused by how I pushed him. But before I could take another step, I was pulled back to him, my back pressing against his front. He held both my hands down with one hand, and with the other, he pushed my hair to the left and placed his lips on my neck. __________________________________ 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤, 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖. ~𝔸ℕ𝔸𝔹𝕀𝕐𝔸 𝕂ℍ𝔸ℕ __________________________________ 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦

She's 20 sweet as sugar, and a walking daydream. He's 30, silent, brooding, and built like sin. She's all glitter, pink and giggles. He's silence, muscle, and jealousy in a black shirt. my first book. 2025

I am Zariah Valemont-daughter of Cassian Valemont, granddaughter of Thaddeus Valemont, and basically raised with more money than common sense. Yes, being born rich means I got everything I wanted... Except him. My bodyguard. Like every classic billionaire-princess story, I fell for him. And like every disrespectful plot twist, he didn't fall for me back. Instead chose my sister. My first heartbreak-because obviously he was my first love and apparently also my first rejection. Did I cry? Maybe. Did I chase him? Of course not. I have dignity. So, I flew to another city, ready to restart my life and avoid complicated men. And guess what happened? I met an even colder man. Like Antarctica-with-anger-issues cold. Dimitri Draven And I don't know why, but... I think I have a thing for cold men. A real thing. 😉