𝙁𝙖𝙣 𝙁𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 - 𝙎𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙧 & 𝙈𝙖𝙝𝙞𝙙 (𝙎𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙞)💕 "𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙." Mahid Niyazi, 26, lives in the shadows. As the heir to Lucknow's most powerful legacy, he has everything, wealth, power, and fear, but he possesses nothing that matters. Haunted by a traumatic past and a cold family, his life is a loop of silence and darkness. He doesn't want a wife; he wants to be left alone. Seher, at 18, is pure sunshine. With an admission letter to Medical College in her hand and stars in her eyes, she is ready to fly. But fate and her father, have other plans. Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Seher enters the intimidating Niyazi Haveli not as a bride, but as a prisoner of tradition. The vibrant girl who dreamed of saving lives slowly begins to lose her own. For Mahid, she was supposed to be just a signature on a Nikahnama. But as he watches his young wife fade into the silence of his home, he realizes something terrifying: She is the only real thing in his artificial world. When the darkness threatens to swallow her completely, the cold, indifferent Mahid must make a choice: uphold his family's cruel traditions, or destroy them to save the only light he has ever known. 💗💗

MaHer -in the world of words they choose to connect through their eyes ,no matter what the people put around them ,destiny will find them together becuse they are not connect by anything other than their hearts .

" A Promise...which changed Dhruv Maheshwari's life " " A trust...which bound them together " " A tale where responsibility becomes life, It felt like it was their destiny " Tropes - • Professor x Student • Introvert x Extrovert • Age gap ( 5 years ) • Shy x Flirty • He fell first • Multiple couples

He put handcuffs on her in front of the world. She answered with a marriage built on revenge!

~ Rudraksh Sharma ~ He is mafia , businessman He is cold & rude for others but sweetest to her He can burn the world for her he needed her like oxygen She is peace in his chaos world she is the one he crave , his desire , his heart pure desire she is his obsession she is his world she is the melody that fill his heart ❤️ ~ Laxmi singhania ~ She is sweet, innocent , cute , bubbly girl he is the reason she smiles brightly he is everything for her In his embrace she finds home he is safe heaven, her love 💕 his touch set fire on her soul He is 30 but she is 25 He is fire but she is ice He is cold but she is sweet Tropes : Forced marriage Age gap Obsessed He fell first she fell harder

"Do you really want this marriage?"she asked and finally look at me That deep black eyes like pacific ocean.. pink lips.. chubby cheeks.. bottom nose.. long eyelashes.. that small nath just perfect.. "Yes"I replied "And why?"she again asked "None of your business just tell me if you want this marriage or not if not yet this marriage will take place"I said She just look at me without any shock.. just freeze.. I was going to squeeze her hand when I hold her hand... She flinch hard that I immediately took my hand away from her.. "What happened are you ok?"I asked in little concerned voice "D-don't..." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Avyan Rathore ~ Cold.. rude.. businessman.. Siara Oberoi ~ Sweet.. cheerful.. beautiful.. 2nd year student.. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Don't judge the book by first 10 chapters... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Soft romance... Age gap ~ Trauma~ Past~ Underground world ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Did she able to understand the love? Did she bring peace to his life? Did he able to be her Good husband? Enjoy the story.... I hope u like it .. Comment and vote guys and tell me how's it?

"Hame nhi pata chala ke aap hamare liye kab itne jaruri ho gai " he whisper in my ear "Koi baat nhi Jab pata chal jayega tab bata dijiyega " i reply back "Shayad ham kabhi nhi bata payege ke aap hamari liye kya h" he said with intense and intimate Voice making me shiver... Let's see what happen in their story when fate have different plans his enemy sister become his soul

He has a plan. A plan built to tear a man's life apart - vein by vein, breath by breath. From that cursed day, all he's ever wanted was to ruin him beyond recognition. But death? Death is silence. Death is peace. And peace is mercy. He's not here to be merciful. To reach him, he will use his sister - make her the path, the bait, the weapon with no way back. He will step into her life out of nowhere, on a night so black the stars choke on their own light, and twist it until it screams. She will let him - at first. She will let him ruin her. Until she belongs to no one. Until she can't even belong to him. And that's where everything starts to burn. Because somewhere between the threats and the ruin, between the lies and the blood - something far more dangerous takes root. A love that tastes like vengeance. A love that kills as much as it keeps alive. A love that is both a weapon and a wound. Because yes, it's a tale of revenge. Revenge that will scar souls, ruin innocence, destroy lives, and expose secrets that will shatter their existence. She's not weak. She's not fragile. But she will scream. She will cry. She will bleed. He is strong. He is unbreakable. But he will shatter. He will fall. He will break. Because again, it's a tale of revenge. And of a love that will burn them to ash. But one question cuts deeper than all the rest - Revenge, but whose?

#ʙᴏᴏᴋ-1 ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛy ᴀᴀʀɪᴢ ᴋʜᴀɴ x ꜱᴀɪʀᴀ ᴋʜᴀɴ ~ The moment they reached the Khan Mansion, Aariz didn't even bother to hit the brakes properly. He drove the car straight into the garden, the tires ripping through the green, people scattering and screaming in horror as the car hurtled straight toward the wedding aisle like a raging bull. Inside, Qazi Sahib had been waiting patiently for over thirty minutes. Saira hadn't uttered a single word, her lips sealed, her eyes on the door, silently praying for someone who never came... Until now. The sound of the engine roared into the wedding hall, and she saw him-her Aariz. A slow, stunned smile tugged at her lips. Everyone stood up. The wedding came to a halt. Aariz slammed the car door open and walked out with thunder in his steps. His black shirt's top three buttons open, hair disheveled-eyes glowing like hellfire. In his right hand, a gun, straight and deadly, pointed at Rehan. "STOP THIS WEDDING..." he growled, his voice deeper than death itself, "...or I will turn this hall into blood bath" A gasp erupted across the crowd. Without another second wasted, Aariz pressed the trigger. The bullet tore through the air. But at the last second, Ayaaz pushed his arm upward and the shot went flying into the air. People screamed and ducked. Chaos. "Aariz! Control, dammit!" Ayaaz shouted, voice shaking. Aariz's face snapped toward him, madness swimming in his bloodshot eyes. "How do you expect me to CONTROL MYSELF when this ba**ard dares to marry MY WIFE?!" Saira's eyes widened. My wife? But... hadn't he signed the papers?