Princess Liyana is a fierce royal bound by duty, while Zayn is the silent, battle-scarred bodyguard sworn to protect her. When political unrest threatens the throne, they are thrust into a world of danger, betrayal, and forbidden desire. Bound by loyalty but torn by longing, their simmering hatred gives way to a love neither of them can afford-one that could ruin kingdoms or redeem them both.

𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖉 "Two souls,unaware that they are destined for each other,wander the earth until they finally meet"

Ishq Series - Book 2 Alizey Khan never imagined that one impulsive decision would change her life forever. A hidden nikaah, a marriage buried in secrecy, and a husband who was never meant to be hers-Ali Khan. As the ruthless CEO, Ali was used to controlling his world with an iron fist. Cold, calculating, and impossibly arrogant, he saw love as nothing more than a weakness. But when circumstances forced him into an unwanted marriage with his childhood rival, the one woman who had always challenged him, he found himself fighting a battle he never saw coming-a battle against his own heart. Bound by a contract and tangled in a web of secrets, family expectations, and undeniable passion, Ali and Alizey struggle to resist the pull of a love that was never supposed to exist. But love doesn't abide by rules, and when resentment turns into longing, denial into obsession, and enemies into something much more dangerous-will they surrender to their forbidden desires, or will their secrets destroy them? Because some marriages remain hidden. Some love stories remain untold. And some hearts remain forever forbidden. ✔️ Hidden Marriage ✔️ Cousin Marriage ✔️ Boss x Employee ✔️ Grumpy x Sunshine ✔️ Age Gap ✓ Trending:- • 1 #boldman • 2 #Hiddenmarriage • 3 #BossXemployee • 4 #Office & #Fictional • 5 #Boss • 7 #Employee

They say some hearts recognize each other before eyes ever meet. Before I knew your name, my soul had already whispered it in sujood. Before I saw your face, my heart had painted it in every quiet moment of longing. And when fate finally let our paths cross, it felt less like meeting you... and more like remembering you. Alayna Shaikh Warm-hearted and quietly steadfast, Alayna carries a sincerity that lingers long after her smile fades. Raised in a small Pakistani village steeped in tradition, her childhood was wrapped in familiarity and faith. But at ten, everything changed when her family moved to Qatar, a world of opportunity that came with its own quiet ache. When the noise of adjustment grew heavy, Alayna found solace in faith. She pursued Islamic Studies in South Africa, spending eight years away from home years that shaped her into a woman of depth, grace, and unshakable belief. Now back in Qatar, she finds her thoughts drawn to someone she has never truly known a presence that lingers in her heart like a prayer unanswered. Aamir Al Qasim Born into privilege and legacy, Aamir's life was carved by expectation. With piercing hazel eyes that hold both warmth and restraint, and a calm strength that speaks louder than words, he embodies the balance between confidence and humility. Despite the ease of wealth, he guards himself against pride, anchoring his soul in the remembrance of Allah. But when a fleeting encounter with a modest young woman stirs something within him something he cannot name nor dismiss, Aamir finds himself haunted by her absence. He searches for her everywhere, yet destiny seems to keep her just beyond reach. When two souls are written for each other, time bends, hearts ache, and prayers begin to take shape. Will fate finally weave Alayna and Aamir's paths together or will the unseen tests of life pull them apart before they ever truly meet?

Zaigham Khan lives by order. CEO of Khan Enterprises. 29 years old. Cold, measured, and dangerously disciplined. His world runs on rules, strict timelines, sharper silences, and the firm belief that emotions are distractions. Zoya Khan is chaos wrapped in sunshine.22 years old. Loud, carefree, and charming. She laughs too easily, talks without filters, and lives like life's a moving swing. But what happens when destiny knots two mismatched hearts into a bond neither saw coming? Tropes: Age Gap Forced Marriage Cousin Marriage (Cultural Context) Slow Burn Grumpy x Sunshine Opposites Attract

Book 2 of wounded series. Niyati Ahuja never dreamed of becoming the woman she was today. Once, she had imagined a home filled with laughter, love, and quiet Sunday mornings. Instead, she found herself trapped in a marriage that became a prison. Behind closed doors, her husband shattered her spirit with years of physical violence, sexual abuse, and relentless control. Things took a turn when she found out about her pregnancy and the only thing she ever wanted was to never let her husband's shadow touch her child. After his death, Niyati rebuilds her life brick by brick. Cold, distant, and feared by her students, she becomes a professor at one of the country's most prestigious colleges. She has stopped believing in love. Happy endings are for other people. Then walks in Shivam Rajvanshi. The charming heir to one of India's largest business empires is everything Niyati isn't, warm, patient, ridiculously optimistic, and determined to spread sunshine wherever he goes. The moment he meets Niyati, he knows she's the one he's searching for. But winning over Niyati is a battle. As Shivam slowly breaks through the walls around her heart, buried secrets begin clawing their way back to the surface. Because Niyati's husband didn't simply disappear from their lives. Together, Niyati and Shivam made a choice on one horrifying night that changed everything forever. A choice born from terror, desperation, and the instinct to survive.

Zobiya Hashmi never thought a rishta would change her life. She was the quiet one. The niqabi girl with the low bun and the burnt toast and the heart she kept behind seven walls. Muhammad Ali Shaikh was everything she wasn't - confident, easy, the kind of man rooms rearranged themselves around. He sat across from her at a family meeting and thought - This isn't a match. He was wrong. A story about two strangers who became each other's home. About the love that doesn't arrive like lightning - but like Fajr. Quietly. Certainly. Right on time. - What Allah Wrote For Us - By ~ Zobiya black🥀

✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯ She walks like royalty. He moves like a storm. She commands courtrooms with fire. He rules boardrooms in silence. She hides pain behind sharp words. He buries his behind calm eyes. She trusts no one. He lets no one close. She is rage wrapped in grace. He is restraint edged with danger. She used to laugh. He used to be the reason. . . . . RITIKA SINGH RATHORE Born into Rajasthan's most powerful royal family, Ritika is the pampered princess. But she is a Queen of her own world by strength and sheer will. A fierce lawyer feared in courtrooms, her silence is sharper than most screams. But behind that cold brilliance is a past steeped in blood and betrayal. She used to be the third-in-command of the Indian underworld, but now she doesn't even look at that direction. ADWAIT SINGHANIA A self-made billionaire forged by pain, Adwait rose from the ashes of a brutal past. He thinks like a strategist, moves like a soldier and trusts no one with his heart. He is only cheerful around his family and for others, he is nothing more than a silent storm. Once the second-in-command of India's deadliest crime syndicate, he has now cut ties with the crime world. Reason? No one knows. They were once each other's biggest supporter and secret keeper. Until one night shattered it all. Yet, years later, fate throws them together again. Not as friends. Not as enemies. But as two people bound by a past that refuses to die. Because the past isn't done with them yet. Enemies are watching. Alliances are shifting. And every heartbeat draws them deeper into a war they thought they had left behind. This isn't just a second chance. It's a collision course. This is not a love story, not yet. This is a battlefield and their hearts are the most dangerous weapons of all. ✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫

#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?

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."