Five years ago, Raman Bhalla and Ishita Bhalla stopped being a couple. But unfortunately for them... their children never agreed with that decision. Now Ishita is back in Delhi for Mihir and Rinki's wedding, and suddenly the Bhalla-Iyer building is once again full of chaos, noise, and very suspicious children whispering in corners. Aditya is planning. Ruhi is observing. Pihu is asking extremely dangerous questions like "Papa, if you don't love Mumma... why do you stare at her so much?" With cousins joining the mission and elders secretly helping, one thing is clear: The kids have started Operation: Mohabbat Phir Se. Step 1: Make Mumma and Papa talk. Step 2: Stop Papa's ego. Step 3: Make them fall in love again. What could possibly go wrong?

She left with nothing but her self-respect. Seven years later, she returns-not as a Bhalla, not as an Iyer, but as Ishita. Between broken marriages, custody battles, new love, and children who must choose her again, Ishita's journey is one of pain, laughter, family, and second chances. This is not a story of revenge. It is a story of rising, healing, and finding home again.

I gasped loudly and took a step back, only to hit my back against the shelf door. He looked directly into my eyes; it felt like he was seeing right through my soul. His eyes were so intense that I couldn't handle it, so I looked away, but he made me look at him by lifting my chin with his thumb and index finger. "You have no idea how much I am controlling myself from making you mine," I looked at him wide-eyed and tried to push him away, but he pinned my hands on either side of my head with his. He leaned closer to me, so I turned my face away, but his lips landed on my cheek. My eyes widened at his act. I wriggled and freed my hands from his hold before pushing him away with full force. I tried to go past him from the right, and I did succeed, as he seemed amused by how I pushed him. But before I could take another step, I was pulled back to him, my back pressing against his front. He held both my hands down with one hand, and with the other, he pushed my hair to the left and placed his lips on my neck. __________________________________ 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤, 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖. ~𝔸ℕ𝔸𝔹𝕀𝕐𝔸 𝕂ℍ𝔸ℕ __________________________________ 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦

Bound by a Childhood Nikkah they both ignored, Fatima has spent years hiding in her Biochemistry books, using her quiet wit to navigate the strict Khan family rules. She doesn't hate Ali-she just doesn't want him. But when Ali returns from abroad, the boy she once knew is gone. In his place is a ruthless CEO by day and a cold Mafia King by night. To him, Fatima's indifference is a challenge he never expected. Her silence doesn't push him away; it fuels a dark, possessive obsession. He didn't come back for the family empire. He came back to claim the bride who forgot she belonged to him.

For generations, the Khan and Qureshi families have been at war - their enmity flowing as endlessly as the river they fight over, and as fiercely as the land they claim. Blood has been spilled on both sides, but their code of honour never allowed harm to their women. Until one night, an alleged Khan attack on Qureshi land goes wrong. Aaliyah Arbaz Qureshi, the proud and fiery eldest daughter of the Qureshi household, is kidnapped in the chaos. She is later found by none other than Hashim Raza Khan, the heir of the rival family - and returned home. But in a world where honour is currency, her injured leg becomes a permanent mark, and the Qureshis demand blood in exchange for their daughter's dignity. The Khans refuse. Tensions threaten to ignite into all-out war... until a respected elder proposes the unthinkable: a marriage between Hashim and Aaliyah. The man accused of orchestrating the attack... and the woman whose life was shattered by it. To prevent further bloodshed, they agree. The nikkah takes place. An uneasy peace is born. But there is no trust. No friendship. And certainly, no love. Then, Aaliyah is sent abroad by her family, out of her husband's reach. Hashim, still young and bound by the politics of his elders, can do nothing. Seven years pass. When she returns, she finds the river still flows, the feud still simmers - and the man she married now a colder, sharper, and far more dangerous figure than the boy she left behind. Between them lies a marriage in name, a history of blood and betrayal, and a battlefield where politics, manipulation, and forbidden longing collide. In this war of hearts and honour... Love may be the most dangerous weapon of all.

She grew up hearing one thing only- "He is your husband. Serve him. Respect him." At just seventeen, Ayat Raees is the fragile flower of the haveli, too innocent to understand love, yet bound by a nikah that was written in her childhood. And then there's him- Wali Raees. Thirty years old. Cold. Untouchable. The man who carries the entire Raees legacy on his shoulders. To the world, he is ruthless and dominant. To her, he is a stranger who makes her heart race with both fear and longing. He never asked for her. Yet he will never let her go. Because in his world, Ayat has always been his-by name, by blood, by fate. But when innocence collides with dominance, when fear begins to twist into forbidden desire... will the fragile bride survive the storm of the man called Wali Raees?

the Ansari haveli.

​"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.

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