𝐆𝐮𝐫𝐮 × 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 | 𝟑𝟒 × 𝟐𝟑 "How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Dobara. Phir se. Again. Once more. |Raqs| Hadeed could hear the cheers of everyone who had caught up. He could hear the bottle of sparkling water being popped. But he could only see her. Brown assessing eyes, narrowed as she smiled with them, full lips and red cheeks and silk like hair. His lips turned up in a smile, at the corners, like he was sharing some sort of joke and then he was stepping forward and she was in his arms and he was spinning her around and oh God. Oh God. This hadn't happened before. He hadn't felt this before. Ever before. |Ba Dastoor| "I don't know. It shouldn't be like this. I don't feel those butterflies when I'm with him. I don't feel giddy in my stomach or excited and jittery. My heart doesn't race." "What do you feel?" Diya couldn't speak for a few seconds. Her mouth would open but the right words wouldn't come out. She wanted to cry pitifully. Because as soon as the words came together, she knew. "Safe." Her voice broke. "At home. Like I've known him forever. Like I could make any mistake in the world and he wouldn't care. Like his arms are the only place I'd ever want to be. Like his words are the antidote to any poison I could think of. Like he and I were made from the same fabric." Her voice trailed off and tears pooled in her eyes. "When he looks at me, I know I'm going to be okay. And if I don't. Then he promises me that he'll make it okay." //// Heavily unedited 😭

• 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 • {For the time being, marking this book as complete, will add stories whenever I get ideas or complete some that are in the drafts} 01 | 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐹𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑒𝑑 (✓) 02 | 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 (✓) 03 | 𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 (✓) 04 | 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 (✓) 05| 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 (✓) 06| 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑈𝑠 (✓)

Sarah × Faris / Alif ( also can be read as a Standalone) 'Bound by lies, Healed by Love'🖤 "So... all of that care, laughter, tenderness...it was all lies?" she asked, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes. "It wasn't lies. Bal gözlüm! Please, listen to me. I love you, aşkım," he said, his hands gently cupping her face . "Love?" she scoffed, her voice rising with anger. "What kind of love are you talking about? Manipulation? Trickery? I don't even know who you are... I hate you!" She yanked his hands away, her body shaking with rage. "Why?" she sobbed. "Why did you heal me, only to break me again? What was my fault?" He remained silent. Her words hit him like a tidal wave. "From this instance, I'm leaving this house, leaving your damn life. I can't stay another second with a liar, fraud, manipulative man like you!" she said, pushing past him, her heart heavy with disgust. But before she could take another step, he was in front of her, lifting her with one arm with terrifying strength. His other hand traced her trembling lips, a dark intensity in his eyes. "Do you think I'll let you go? His voice was like ice, but his grip tightened on her waist. "The moment my eyes landed on you became Mine. And about manipulation, trickery..I'll do it every single time to get you...to keep you." he said darkly locking his grey eyes on her honey orbs. His lips pressed against hers in a bruising kiss. "I healed your scars, didn't I?" he murmured against her lips. "I'll heal them too. Give me a chance, Bal Gözlüm" __________ Story of Sarah Ahmed and Alif/ Faris Rahman is here🖤✨ A tale woven with lies, manipulation, duality but what overshadowed all of them is His Love for Her. He understood her pain more than anyone ever could and he can go any lengths to claim her, heal her. Read the character aesthetics and Prologue to know more.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 | A Collection Of Short Stories

The One she loved left her a day before her marriage The ones she cared humiliated her,despised her and blamed her for everything but what will happen when she will be forced to marry a mere stranger Aditi Sharma a 24 year old aspiring CA an ambivert who loves her family Daksh Agnihotri a 30 year old businessman, introvert doesn't like to express his emotions, lives with his only grandma [Dakhs: you wanted to see me married right? Grandma: yes beta I'm dying to see ur bride who will bring joy to our empty lives Who will fill this quite mension with the sounds of her anklets (Tears gathered in her eyes) Daksh:Then I'm getting married Her eyes widened Grandma: what when did you meet he-, What's her name , what's her age, how does she looks Daksh: I Don't know Grandma: WHAT THE- U're getting married to her and you don't even know her name??????]

A devil rules a land of sin, whose soil whispers forbiddance. Zyran didn't know the meaning of desire being burned and one forced to be quiet. Until she came meandering into his land. All he wanted was her the moment she came before his eyes. A mistake of hers. According to him. Until he knew her biggest mistake. Her still loving her dead husband. "You are mine, no matter what." He say out loud for her to hear. "I am a widow." She again presses on the same thing. He smile at her, "A fucking cherry on the cake." Dark romance| 18+

#BOOK 2 in HATE&LOVE SERIES Yashvardhan Chowdhary, 29, is the king of Udaipur-a cold and cunning politician known for his ruthless ways and ability to manipulate anyone to get what he wants. Power is his game, and no one dares to challenge him. Except for Saanvi Rajput, the 26-year-old daughter of his fiercest political rival. Saanvi, once full of life and dreams, lost her faith in love after her boyfriend broke her heart, leaving her shattered. Now, the only thing she trusts is her family, and she despises Yashvardhan for everything he stands for. She avoids him at all costs, hating how he uses his power to control and destroy. But Yashvardhan is not one to be ignored. Though he despises Saanvi's family, he is captivated by her in ways that defy his cold, rational mind. His obsession with her runs deep-he wants her, and he will have her, no matter what. He isn't a man who takes no for an answer, and he'll go to any lengths to make Saanvi his, even if it means tearing down everything she holds dear. Will Saanvi be able to escape the grasp of the man who seeks to claim her, or will Yashvardhan's obsession drag them both into a dangerous game of power and desire? How long can she resist the pull of a man who has the world at his feet?

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 1 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥ 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ❥ "I am incomplete without you Just the way Stars are incomplete without the moon" ~Nayantara Rajput "And just like the moon, We must go Through phases of emptiness To feel full again." ~Anirudh Singh Rathore ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── The story revolves around Nayantara, the princess of Somgarh, and Anirudh, the prince of Rajgarh. They were childhood sweethearts who shared a deep affection for one another. Their parents arranged their betrothal during their early years, solidifying their bond. Both loved each other and were set to marry in a few months. But what happened that Somgarh and Rajgarh became enemy. and Anirudh denied to get married to Nayantara. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── What will Nayantara do now? In fifteenth century no one wanted to marry a woman whose engagement was already broken.