Some connections don't begin with love. They begin with disturbance. Ulfat lives a life wrapped in protection-every step watched, every choice weighed. Safety has always come at the cost of freedom. She knows the rules. She breaks them anyway. Rehman is a man of control, not confession. Power follows him in silence, and violence waits behind his restraint. He was never meant to notice her-yet once he does, the world rearranges itself around that mistake. What grows between them is not gentle. It is instinct before intention. Protection before desire. A pull that feels spiritual, unsettling, inevitable. As danger tightens and boundaries blur, Ulfat must face a terrifying truth: the safest place may be the one that costs her the most-and the man who never asked to hold her might be the only one who can. This is not romance written in promises. It is written in restraint. In unspoken loyalty. In a connection that touches the soul before it ever touches the skin. Roohaniyat-where love is felt before it is named.

[𝑅𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟] The story follows a girl named Y/n- yeah, you! who mysteriously finds herself transported into the world of her favorite fictional movie. In this new reality, she discovers that she is not just a random character but the sister of ..... ━━━━━━━━━━━ "Since when did I have a brother?" She frowned. The maids looked at her contempt. "Mi-miss.... If you don't stop playing, Garuda sir will surely put us on death row." "..... WHAT?!!" ━━━━━━━━━━━ But that's not it.... what's with this disruption of the plot, eh and why are these characters acting strange? And.... what she strongly believes that, the main protagonist, a heroic- monster knight of many, is now hunting her down, believing her to be a threat. Y/n is filled with fear and uncertainty, knowing that if she can't find a way to escape or change the course of events, she might meet a tragic end at the hands of the hero she once admired and go back to her own world!! ━━━━━━━━━━━ "Curse that gurdian angle who left me here to die!!"

Y/n Jamali lived a life of calm and flowers. At twenty-six, she was always lost in books, unaware that her quiet world was about to collide with Lyari's uncrowned ruler. She had no idea that this encounter would leave her tangled, confused and totally vulnerable enough to slowly lead her toward her own ruin.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

Jageer-e-Mohabbat - جاگیرِ محبت In the heart of rural Pakistan, amidst the opulent estates of feudal lords, there existed a tale of love and enmity that defied societal norms. At the center of this story were two individuals whose initial animosity blossomed into an unexpected and tumultuous romance. The rich and powerful feudal lord's son Sardar Barlas Pamir Lakhani, who was known for his ruthless demeanor and arrogant ways. He ruled over his vast lands with an iron fist, commanding fear and respect in equal measure. His wealth and status shielded him from the consequences of his actions, and he cared little for the struggles of those beneath him. On the other side of the spectrum was Parishè Bukhari, a proud and fiercely independent young woman from a poor background. She harbored deep-seated prejudices against the wealthy elite like Sardar Barlas Pamir Lakhani, viewing them as oppressors who exploited the labor of the common people for their own gain. Her fiery spirit and unwavering principles often put her at odds with the feudal system that dominated her world. Their paths collided one day when Parishè's family, struggling to make ends meet, found themselves at the mercy of Sardar Barlas Pamir Lakhani's whims.

Six college friends accidentally stumble on their mysterious professor's creepy secret - black magic, mind control, and a suspicious board that could ruin them all. Between failed spying missions, ridiculous arguments, and their own messy friendships, they must figure out the truth before their professor figures them out. Chaos, comedy, and campus conspiracies collide!

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Updates on 2nd, 12th and 21st #The guards series: book 1 Karikalan was born with nothing but a name and a fire in his soul. Betrayed by fate, hardened by loss, he clawed his way up from the dirt to become the right hand of Dhananjay Raghav Thevar. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. His past was buried beneath blood and loyalty... until she came along. Mayuri. The boss's ignored daughter. Off-limits in every possible way. At nineteen, Mayuri was a whirlwind of defiance and curiosity, untouched by the darkness Karikalan had long embraced. When she was assigned a bodyguard, she got him... a man who met her fire with ice, who challenged her at every turn, who never once saw her as anything more than a nuisance. She fell first. Hard. But Karikalan? He refused to fall at all. Their relationship was a war... tempestuous, reckless, forbidden. She was a line he couldn't cross, and he was a battle she refused to lose. Yet, in a world where power dictated love and loyalty came at a price, some lines weren't just dangerous. They were deadly.

A simple yet beautiful love story

In the cold halls of Mahishmati, where love was a weakness and fear ruled hearts, Bhallaladeva stood alone - worshipped for his strength, but never loved for his soul. Until Shree was born. His aunt's daughter. Royal blood. Yet when her cries first echoed in the palace, he was the first to hold her - not as a prince, but as a man who, for the first time, felt something break open within him. Her tiny fingers curled around his, and she never let go. As she grew, so did his quiet devotion. She had only eyes for him. Not the warrior. Not the future king. Just him. And he? He only smiled when she was near. Her name alone could still his storm. She was light where he was shadow, softness where he had known only steel. No one ever looked at Bhalla the way she did. No one ever mattered like she did. But in a kingdom built on rules and bloodlines, love like theirs was forbidden. Still, Bhalla didn't care. He ruled for her. Burned for her. Lived only for her. Because from the moment she opened her eyes, Shree was the only one for him..