​"I gave you three years to breathe, Hiba. Three years to grow into the woman I saw that night in the kitchen. Now, the time for breathing is over. Now, you belong to me." ​At fifteen, Hiba became an orphan. At fifteen, she was forced into a Nikah with her eldest cousin, the cold and terrifying Arzan Shah. He was supposed to be her shield, but his touch felt like fire. After a night of dark desire, he fled to London, leaving her with a bruised neck and a shattered heart. ​Three years later, Hiba is eighteen, beautiful, and finally feels free. But Arzan has returned. He isn't the man who left; he's a predator coming back for his prize. And this time, he's not leaving without the Ruksati he wants hiba in his room, in his bed and under him. these story is not like my previous one it's dark Romance and for 18+ read at your own risk.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 18+ 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

"I didn't just choose you, Surbhi. I marked you the moment I saw you. And what belongs to Mahesh Singh Rana, stays with him forever." Eighteen-year-old Surbhi was the pride of her modest household-a girl whose laughter was as bright as the mustard fields of her village. But in the rural heartland, beauty is a dangerous currency. One glimpse was all it took for Mahesh Singh Rana, the young and formidable Sarpanch of eighty-five villages, to decide her fate. For the Rawat family, the marriage proposal is a divine blessing from the most powerful man in the region. For Surbhi, it is a silent death sentence to her freedom. Behind the grandeur of a royal wedding and the weight of ancestral gold lies a chilling reality. Mahesh doesn't want a partner; he wants a prize. He doesn't seek love; he demands absolute submission. As Surbhi steps into the sprawling Rana estate, she realizes that her new home is a gilded cage where her husband's word is law, and his obsession is her prison. In a world where "consent" is a word never spoken and tradition is used as a weapon, can Surbhi find her voice, or will she be consumed by the dark desire of the man who claims to own her soul?

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ᴋᴀᴍʀᴀɴ ᡣ𐭩 ɴᴀᴀᴢɴᴇᴇɴ He stiffened instantly, his lips slowly parted against hers as he pulled back. Wrapping her in his arms, he patted her hair gently, his voice low and soothing. "Shh... main kuch nahi karunga, okay?"

Rudra's grip tightened just enough to steal her breath, and Priya's tears came without permission. The sting on her cheek wasn't visible, but it burned with humiliation and fear. Her sobs filled the space as he backed her into the wall, leaving her nowhere to run. His presence closed in, heavy and suffocating, trapping her between cold stone and his control. She trembled there, broken by how helpless she felt-and how he ruined her.

"𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚." ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ I fell. For him, for the man with amber-like eyes. He wasn't a prince like the one I was supposed to marry. But he was everything I ever wanted. And what I want is bound to be mine. Even him. I didn't want this marriage. She is nothing like the woman I imagined myself for. Hell, she wasn't even a woman! She was a little girl. But I had to say those two words in order to save her dignity. For the kingdom,my duties. Then why am I burning just by a mere sight of her? A story set in ancient times, where a princess marries a replacement groom. But is he really a replacement? #secondbook in the Unwanted series

Alana Malik I loved him even before I knew the meaning of the word love. But realizing that the man I have loved my whole life is in love with Noor... Maybe I would have killed Noor if she were some other girl. But the girl my love, my bakht, is in love with is none other than Noor Dawood Malik-my brother's wife-who is dealing with consecutive delays and behaves like a child. Only Allah knows how brutally my heart broke hearing his confession for Noor in front of my family. Bakhtiyar bin Taha I know I sinned by falling for my brother's wife. But what hurts more is the realization that Alana loves me. And I don't know what to do now, because to me she is the daughter of the man who ruined my Tani phupho. I hate her bold behavior. I hate the mere thought that her veins carry Theodore's blood, and yet my family treats her like she is some princess. For her, he is the love of her life, and she fell in love with him since childhood-without knowing the reality of him being the illegitimate son of the man who tried to rape her phupho. For him, she is just the bold, noisy flesh of the man who ruined his Tani phupho.

He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.

Dilan Malik was the epitome of beauty and innocence. Pure, untainted, radiant-a fragile bloom in a world that often demanded thorns. Rudra Sagar Rathore was the opposite: cunning, ruthless, a snake slithering through the corridors of power. Betrayal was his signature, and manipulation his art. And now, he had set his eyes on her-not her, but the empire her name carried. The elections. The money. The power. That was his goal. Her body, her soul, her trust-they were just tools in his hands. She didn't know the kind of storm that was coming. She only wanted one thing: someone to erase the weight she had been carrying alone, someone to lift her from the ruins of a family collapsing like an old, fragile vase. ..... Notification came The one that shattered her world. A video of her surrendering herself willingly. Of her body, her trust, her innocence... all exploited, all public, all viral. She loves him beyond anything and here he make a show of her trust and love... His face? Hidden. Blurred. An enigma wrapped in shadows. But hers? Her body became the world's possession. .. "I hate myself for loving him," she whispered through tears, clutching her belly where the seed of his betrayal is breathing with her Abira's hands were on her, bloodshot eyes reflecting horror, helplessness, rage. Her baby sister... reduced to a headline. .. Falling for her was never on his list. But here he was-mad, possessive, captivated, loving her like a storm loves the shore. .... He hated her faith. He hated the mere existence of Muslims. She... saw humanity in everyone, lived it for the sake of Allah, even as the world crumbled around her. And now, their fates were entwined-her innocence, his obsession, a viral scandal that could destroy everything. Somewhere between power and betrayal, love and hate, the world waited. And it was ready to watch it all burn. ---