Ayesha, new to the city, is innocent of the dangerous currents that swirl around Veer and the notorious Ahlawat name. While her friends warn her about the "gangster" whose dark charm stirs their desires, Ayesha remains blissfully unaware that her laughter has captivated the one man no one dares to cross. When a fallen jhumka becomes the silent symbol of his newfound obsession, Veer's world shifts. He has never desired anything as fiercely as he desires her light. But in a world where power dictates love, can an innocent heart survive the consuming 'Zid' (obstinacy) of a man who takes everything he wants? Dive into a raw, intense, and possessive tale where a ruthless hero's or we can say villain world is turned upside down by a single, unforgettable gaze, sparking an obsession that promises both danger and undeniable passion.

"Is this how you welcome your new boss? By showing up late? The nerve you have to disrespect me in front of the whole office, Mrs. Arora. If I didn't respect your previous boss, I would have thought he pitied people like you to hand over any position in this firm." "I'm sorry, Mr. Ahmed. I-" "The only apology I would need from you is to apologize for your existence, Mrs. Arora. Now go to my office before you humiliate the name of this firm any further." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story between the Iravati's past catching up to her... Iravati Arora: Hard-working, sweet, peaceful, loving and always looking out for others happiness before her own. Currently 24 and is working as a criminologist. After leaving Aryaan she has become very sensitive always on the lookout if his men are after her. Aryaan Ahmed: Resilient, determined, arrogant, smart and absolutely no one can come in between him when he makes up his mind for something. His short temper increased after Iravati ran away from him and no matter how many girls he has been with none of them are like her. He is the new COO of the biggest crime firm in North America. But not everyone knows that he is also the heir of the Al Khaznian Mafia. A few years after their marriage, Iravati gets into a tragic incident which causes her to run away from Aryaan and try moving on. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #1 in meetagain 22/3/24 #2 in brokentrust 23/3/24 #2 in runawaywife 25/3/24 Guys its my first time writing a book so please do leave comments :)

"How can you do this to me, Siya." Raghav yelled at her in a slow but enraged voice. "You betrayed me." He uttered, in a heavy voice, and his eyes brimmed with crystal liquid. "Raghav, please listen to me," Siya said with helplessness screaming in her tone. Raghav got weak after seeing her miserable condition. He weakly came close to her and said in a meek tone - "Siya, please be honest with me." "Yes, I will be...just give me a chance," Siya spoke with a ray of hope twinkling in her moist eyes, and Raghav lightly nodded his head. Raghav and Siya are a married couple whose lives are affected by a storm. He trusted her blindly, and She never gave him a chance to doubt her, but the changes of fate coerced him to feel heartbroken and helpless. Will Raghav be able to save his Siya? Will they be able to save their beautiful relationship which was jeopardized by their close one? 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 : The whole story is solely imagined and written by me, if you will dare to copy a single line or any scene from this book...Then don't forget I know how to make someone famous in just one night.:) Cover Credit - @_littlebitcrazy_

This is a collection of short romantic stories. each one takes you to an other world, hope you like it as i will not say much about it. and one more thing. since i am from Afghanistan so my stories are based on afghan cultures as well. hope you like it. enjoy reading.

Put the wedding of the year, a surly army major and an upcoming election into a blender, what do you get? Chaos. Ultimate and utter, CHAOS. =========================================== Highest rankings: No 1: Pakistani 🥰 No 1: Representation No 1: High Society No 1: South Asia No 2: Pak 🇵🇰 No 4: Contemporary

The story is being rewritten and will be back in an new avatar soon. Viraj goenka:- Businessman, owned biggest chain of hotel and casinos. He is calm. till he is not annoyed because than he is the reincarnation of Lucifer. what happen when one of his VIP client didn't pay his money. simple he broke some of his body parts. but then he saw that man's fiance. he want her and he will have her. how will ridhima cope with the devil himself. Ridhima didn't know the person she trusted most has betrayed her. her own fiance whom she loved with her heart and soul has made the deal for her. how will she manage with the devil. It's a game. a Game of love. let's see who will win this. devil or his queen.

" Maybe I am unlucky with You, but I feel even unluckier without YOU !! ✨ " An Indian complicated marriage, A girl who is forced to marry her own sister's fiancé !!!! 💔 And The CEO of kapoor industry, unaware about his Replaced Bride !!! 💔 The story of two people who are complete strangers to each other but, The circumstances are like this It happens that both get married 💌 Experience, The journey of strangers to Lovers; Read " CEO's Replaced Bride " 💓 ‼️ COMPLETED ‼️

"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.