"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.

Two workaholic souls unknown to each other living their perfect life until a promise of a mother to her long-gone best friend and a dream of a father brings them together into an alliance they both hate and run from 'Marriage.' What will happen when an arrogant businessman to some but a softy to his family is tied up with a stubborn yet warm-hearted career-oriented woman into a beautiful bond of arrange marriage? A past so complicated, A future so unsure and then there is their entwined destiny. Will, they ever survive their marriage or fall apart? Hop in the beautiful journey of Arsalan and Sofia to witness how they both surrender themselves to Love with a bit of fun and lots of drama. *𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆* The book contains mature content read on your own risk.

Title : °{Noor e Mehtab} ° Translation : ||MOONLIGHT|| 🥀🥀🥀 •"If she knew fate would take such turn of events, she would have never stepped in the land where he roamed, never caught his eye and never faced him again"• He was the Sardar from the village who owned the power, crushed the people who defied him and made them familiar with such barbaric fate that made the looming monsters quiver. His fear was deeply engraved in the hearts of people and nobody could dare infuriate him if he adored his precious life. He was the arrogant, heartless and cruel Sardar Badar Nauraiz Shah. She was a girl with big dreams from the city who was humble and cared for the people around her. She was a kind soul. Not familiar with village politics and the greed for power. She was raised in love and care. She was naive, humble and optimistic Shanzay Malik. It was a mere coincidence, a totally unexpected encounter, barely few glimpses, and she got the feeling that his dark obsidian orbs darker than the night itself laced with depth of oceans were going to haunt her for a long time. 🥀🥀🥀 •An enticing tale of sudden encounters, unexpected feelings, a journey of trials and painful beginnings• 🥀🥀🥀 Cover and Aesthetics made by me; ©zephyra_9 (Images used for edits from Pinterest) Copyright infringement and plagiarism is a serious crime, and the offender would be dealt accordingly. No part of this book can be used, printed or displayed in any way without my permission. (All rights reserved to ©zephyra_9) This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to a person or incident is purely coincidental. ________________ #1 in sardar (July 10th, 2023) #1 in haveli (August 24th, 2023) #1 in feudalism (October 29th, 2023) #1 in protective (December 9th, 2023) #1 in heartless (May 5th, 2024) #1 in feudallord (May 30th, 2024) #1 in dominance (January 22nd, 2025) ________________

Aab e hayat in roman Urdu. All rights are reserved to the authors. I am just trying to make the novels reach the audience who'll love to read this novel but can't read in Urdu Language.