"𝘼𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙤, 𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙝 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣." PART 1 𝐘𝐮𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 (17) -He thought he was 'too cool' to fall in love with someone. 𝐈𝐫𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐧 (17) -And she thought she was 'too difficult' to fall in love with.

"I can't marry you," the words slipped out of her mouth, paining her in the process. "Why?" He questioned, "Feiha, you know how I feel for you and I'm hundred percent sure that you feel the same. Then what is it that's stopping you from marrying me?" Feiha shook her head with an unhappy smile on her face. "You think feelings are enough for this?" "What else do you want then? Loyalty, commitment, respect, you name it and I'll give it to you. Hell, if you're worried about money then be assured that I have enough wealth to support several of our upcoming generations." A desperate tone had taken over his words, piercing Feiha's heart. "Generations," she scoffed. Tears were threatening to roll down her cheeks, making her look up. "What if I tell you that I'll never be able to give you kids? What if I tell you that there's a sixty percent chance of me never being able to conceive? Are you still willing to marry me?" She saw his jaw clench. His chest was heaving. His lips were parted as his brain processed the huge revelation. His eyes, however, never left her. They were fixated on her with an intensity that shook her. He sighed, and then began to walk in her direction. Stopping right in front of her, towering her, he clutched her gaze with his. "Yes," he answered, determination and assurance clear in his voice. "Yes I will marry you " _________________ Ayan, the youngest of the Rahman brothers, is done fooling around and intends to get serious in life. His goal: focus on career and stay away from distractions, especially women. That is, until he finds Feiha. Twenty-two year old Feiha has it all; perfect visuals, strong personality, great academic record, and an amazing family. She, however, struggles to accept herself as worthy of happiness. That is, until she meets Ayan.

At eighteen, 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 did 𝘕𝘪𝘬𝘬𝘢𝘩 with the one person she hated the most-𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏. Not out of love. Not by choice. But because saying no to her grandfather was never an option. To everyone else, it was just another arranged marriage. To Raina, it was a punishment. Two days after their nikah, Meeran left for Australia, and for two years, their relationship remained nothing more than a name on paper. Now, he's back. Back for only one reason- 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧. But why? And why does his return feel like the beginning of something neither of them is ready for? Because some wounds never heal, and some betrayals are impossible to forget. But the return of a man she spent years hating begins to unravel long-buried secrets, unanswered questions, and truths she was never meant to know. Some promises were never broken.bAnd some truths have a way of finding their way back. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘬𝘩𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: ♡ Arranged Marriage ♡ Enemies to Lovers ♡ Slow Burn Romance ♡ Misunderstandings ♡ Forced Proximity ♡ Emotional Drama "𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨." ✨

"My mother who hated politicians to the very core loved my father and ended up losing everything!!! Why is it so difficult for you to understand a simple thing? Mera naam tumhare saath kabhi likha hi nhi tha!" She screamed and shoved him back with both her palms. "Fir theek hai, Noor. Aap beti hone ka farz nibhaiye par aapko hamare ghar ki Lakshmi kese banana hai woh hum dekh lenge....Baaki banegi toh aap iss sarkaar ki sarkaar hi.." He slowly stood up on his toes and bored his eyes into hers with determination, "Aur agar kismat mai nhi likhi hogi toh khud likh denge!" #1 political - 14 Jun 2026

🌙✨ Destiny Series 3 - "Where destiny blossoms again."✨🌙 "Kuch raastey taqdeer likhti hai... aur kuch log un raaston par bas chalte jaate hain, anjaane mein bhi ek manzil ki taraf." ────── ❃ ────── 🌟✨ The Star and the Blue Lily 🌸💙 "Some stories bloom like stars... and some stars carry the fragrance of a forgotten flower." Gul-e-Sitara - A Flower made of Stars ────── ❃ ────── "Unka jawab toh sun liya... aap ka? Aap ka kya jawab hai... is rishtey ke baare mein?" "Aap ke jawab ka intezaar rahega." ────── ❃ ────── "Phir bhi... I wanted to hear it from you. Mera dil chahta hai ke main tumse sunu. Tumhare lafzon mein." "ji... wo..." "Bas ha ya na, Niloufer. That's enough." "Ha... I accept our proposal." ────── ❃ ────── ✨ Sohail Shaikh: Calm. Clear. A man whose name carries the meaning of stars and moonlight. He does not raise his voice, yet his presence is felt. Not possessive. Only protective. Disciplined, talented, and deeply rooted in faith, Sohail knows more than he says and waits only when it truly matters. 🌸 Niloufer Farooqi: A blue water lily. Rare. Shy. Her belief in love faded when her first marriage broke within family walls. Her shyness is not weakness, nor pretense. She chose silence. Lowered gazes. Stolen glances. A desi Muslim girl who learned to guard her heart without hardening it. ────── ❃ ────── Two souls. Two separate worlds. Never meant to touch. Never meant to belong. But Destiny... Destiny had other plans. It whispered softly: "You were written for each other." ✨ Because some flowers bloom only when stars align. ✨ ────── ❃ ────── ⚠️Capters are long, around 10000 words each. read when you gave the time and patience to enjoy them properly.

She had no idea that meeting him would be the beginning of her worst nightmare. He was destruction in human form, he was her nightmare. ⁠益⁠ Story of a villain ⚠️Warning to all of the readers, The story contains dark theme. It is not a normal content, i wrote 21+ for a reason, the story is going to have many vulgar, dirty sex, violent abuse scenes and when I said alot, that means alot, the main lead is not a good man in any way, neither any character in this story. I don't normalise anything neither support it. It is an adult content so read it to your own risk. DO not report my book or i will take my other books down as well.

Izra stood at the stove, her mind filled with fear, her face look worried. Heavy footsteps echoed behind her. Before she could turn, his hand clamped around her wrist. "You think you can ignore me after what you did?" His voice was sharp, dripping with anger. "I..I'm just cooking," she tried to avoid his eyes, her heart pounding. He yanked her forward, her body hitting the counter. The hot pan burn beside her, and before she could react, he forced her hand down onto the pan Loud scream ripped from her throat as the burning metal touch her soft skin. "Stop! Please It hurts!" she sobbed, trying to pull away, but his grip only tightened, Keeping her in place "Maybe now you'll listen like a good wife." His voice was calm. Warning ⚠️ abusive, bad language, toxic relationship, meterial rape. Unedited