She was the loud, modern first-year who never cared what people thought. He was the final-year topper everyone admired-disciplined, feared, and untouchable. They hated each other from the very start. But one ruined wedding, one broken promise... and one desperate decision tied them together in a secret nikkah no one could know about. Enemies in public. Strangers at home. And yet-two souls bound by a sacred vow neither of them wanted. Will pride keep them apart, or will faith bring them closer?

warning ⚠️ if you doesn't like dark romance or 18+ stuff then DO NOT READ ! { professor × student } Erotica what's special about you uh that a 29 year old man falls for you he asked while pinning me to the wall -------------------*******-------------------- Touch her and die type- she fell first but he fell harder a dark romance with a touch of suspense. turned an innocent girl into his smut & slut "In his classroom, I learned more than just academics." ~TROPES~ • PROFESSOR x STUDENT • MASTERMIND x MASTERMIND • GANGSTER x STUDENT • MORALLY GREY • POWER IMBALANCE • "WE CAN'T DO THIS" (but they keep doing it anyway) • AGE GAP TENSION • RED FLAG x GREEN FLAG DYNAMIC • DOUBLE LIFE BY NOAH (18+ mature content ahead)

When 21-year-old Zara Farooqi flies from London to Islamabad for her mamu's extravagant nikkah, she expects overbearing aunties, shaadi selfies, and endless chai-not a secret military mission unfolding right under her nose. Enter Major Ayaan Sikander: a 25-year-old Pakistani fojia working undercover as a fakir, posted at the very same wedding. Stoic, disciplined, and definitely not interested in distractions-until a loud, clumsy girl in trainers and a lehenga crashes into his perfectly planned operation. In a whirlwind of chaos, color, and crossed wires, their worlds collide. He's on duty. She's just trying to survive desi drama. Neither of them is ready for what's coming next.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫-𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. : ̗̀➛𝐀𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐥 ══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿══ In a world where power and fear define him, and silence and resilience shape her, their paths collide in an unexpected twist of fate-an arranged marriage. He is cold, ruthless, and possessive, a man who never bows to emotions, yet from the moment he sees her, something inside him shifts. She, a broken soul, never wished for love, yet finds herself trapped in the intensity of his gaze, his obsession, his unwavering claim over her. A battle of hearts and wills, where passion burns, tempers clash, and love unfolds in the most unexpected way. He is her storm, she is his calm-together, they create chaos wrapped in desire. Their love is raw, untamed, and all-consuming-a fire that refuses to die out. He claims her as his, guards her like a treasure, and worships her in ways words can't describe. Their story isn't just about love-it's about finding home in someone you never saw coming. ══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿══ 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 Unedited version- may contain errors.

She never thought she'd be her rival's fake girlfriend... Namrata Varma joined Simha University as an exchange student, hoping to study there longer than one semester. When distraction came in the form of a handsome guy she met at a party, she is shocked to find out later that he is her rival, the guy she is supposed to avoid at all costs, and not kiss... Rana Simha is arrogant and reckless. He and his cousins more or less rule the campus. Namrata knows he'll stop at nothing to torment her every step of the way. And like the universe was working against her, her one impulsive act made her the rival's fake girlfriend. When lines between fake and real begin to blur with her tormentor's scorching kisses and passion, will she be able to continue the charade without losing her heart to her rival?

𝒘𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒛 𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂, 𝑱𝒐 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 ｡☆✼★━━━━━ She loved him when she didn't even know what love was. He loved her when she had already stopped believing in it. And in the end, they both broke-loving each other at all the wrong times ╰┈⫸𝐇𝐞𝐳𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦 Tropes:- Age gap She fell first but he fell harder Secret marriage ☆✼★ He never cared about the centuries-old rivalry between their families- the only thing that ever mattered to him was her. She believed no one would ever truly care for her until he looked at her like she was the only thing that did. ╰┈⫸ 𝐍𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐄𝐳𝐚𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Childhood love Office Romance He fell first and harder ☆✼★ He thought she was just messing around-never serious, never sincere. To him, her laughter was a mask, her words just a game. But he never saw the heartbreak hidden in her silence. She walked away when he didn't fight for her. And only after losing her, he realised she was never playing. She was the only real thing he ever had. ╰┈⫸𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Grumpy x sunshine Replaced groom Mmc grovelling ☆✼★ All his victories, every achievement-he dedicated them to her. Little did he know, she showed up in every crowd, silently cheering for him, just for him. They never realized how much they meant to each other- until distance made them feel the emptiness they used to fill in each other's lives. ╰┈⫸𝐀𝐳𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Enemies to lovers Marriage on Gunpoint Forced proximity 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝- 2/June/2025 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝- 28/December/2025

"Mum, you can't leave me... how could you?" A gasp escaped her lips. Her mother had been the only one by her side-and now she was gone too. There was nothing she could do. It was destiny, written by the Almighty Allah. Now, she was all alone. No one to support her. No one to care. No one to gently caress her soul. The one person she thought would care-Zidan Sheikh-was nowhere to be found. She was left by herself in her vast, empty mansion. Zoha Siddiqui, 22, single-one of the youngest owners of a top-ranking business. Life had left her bitter. A natural introvert, she let very few people in. Only Aunt Farah, her mother's best friend, made efforts to stay in touch-always checking in on her friend's daughter. And whenever depression gripped her heart, her mother's words would echo back, like a healing balm: "Have faith in Allah, for He is the best of planners." ⸻ On the other hand... Syed Amaan-one of the biggest names in the business world-had everything a person could wish for. Yet beneath the success, he carried a gentle, caring heart. He understood what it meant to have true faith in Allah. But then again-no one is perfect. "Amaan, I want you to marry," his mother said softly, stroking his hair. "You're a grown man now-and your deen remains incomplete. A spouse completes half your faith." This time, she wasn't joking. And he knew it. He sighed, stood up, and replied: "Go on, Mom... maybe I'm ready now." ⸻ But what happens when someone wants Zoha-not for love, not for faith-but for all the wrong reasons? "I need you for one night," he said, sending shivers through her body. She felt sickened. Disgusted. Her faithful soul recoiled at the thought. A halal couple trying to protect their pure love from haram intentions. Their journey is more than just romance-it's about faith, resilience, and destiny. Note: This story isn't just for Muslims. Everyone is heartily welcome to read and connect with the soul of Amaan and Zoha's journey.

*sneak a peek* I turned to see her standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with wonder. I let out a sigh of relief, my tension dissipating at the sight of her. "What are you doing here at this hour?" she asked, her voice low, but with a hint of frustration, as if I had disturbed her peaceful evening. I kept my tone low, the frustration rising within me like a simmering storm. "I just heard a thrilling news, and I had to come and congratulate you in person," I said, my words dripping with sarcasm. I took a step closer, closing the distance between us, my eyes locked on hers with an unnerving intensity. I lowered my voice, my words barely above a whisper, but they seemed to reverberate through the air like a scream. "You know? To pretend I'm not dying inside." The words hung in the air like a dark confession, and I could see the shock register on her face. **** ~Read the prologue to understand what the story is all about.

He wanted to hate her, to shred her faith viciously before he lost himself in her eyes again. * * * * Amira had a dysfunctional family, an older brother who was far from the ideal and parents constantly on his case. The stakes are raised high for Amira in her senior year. She has her whole life planned out, eagerly waiting for her future husband, but that all changes when a certain green-eyed boy comes to town. A boy who hates her entire existence for one reason only; she's a Muslim. Thrown into a whirlwind of emotions and a fantasy that could never be, Amira is stuck between right and wrong, her boundaries crashing down. One thing was for certain, senior year was going to be a hell of a ride even for a diamond in Islam. (Book One in the American Muslimah Trilogy, but can be read as a stand alone) •Cover by @IamSumayya• [Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual] WARNING: Last few chapters are removed for publishing. Book is published and available on Amazon :D

"...Don't show that you cared about my happiness, when you actually didn't. I doubt if you ever truly did care." I whispered the last part menacingly at him, clenching my jaw as my eyes filled with tears. The way his face hardened and his eyes dilated, I assumed he heard me as a muscle in his jaw ticked. I lowered my pointing finger and wiped my tears furiously from the back of my hand, looking away. "It's good that you got to know about everything before this marriage facade got out of our hands. Now, you'll realize that you never had any feelings for me and it was just an infatuation." He scoffed, looking away. His adam's apple bobbed as his veins popped out lividly. "Don't you dare insult my love, Wali! My love for you was so pure. You know what? You don't even deserve it." I told him, swallowing the lump in my throat. My voice came out harsh as my breath grew thin and ragged. I tried to control myself, reminding there were people in this house. Ya Allah, who was this man standing in front of me? ----- Meet Wali Rehman Khan and Aleyha Shaikh. They both grew up together, they were cousins by fate but best friends by choice. Wali had always been overprotective of her and deeply cares for her, fulfilling her every demand. She thought he loves her the way she loves him but how can he love when he hates even the thought of love? She had believed he would always be there for her but how wrong she was! He left and was back after five painful years. She no longer was the same teenager he last saw or knew, she had changed and changed for good. But still, around him, she didn't know how to feel. She tried but her heart was no longer in her control and she paid a heavy cost due to that. Was the payment worth it? Was it all along Allah's plan? -------------