Two wandering stars colliding, suddenly hitched into the same orbit, bound for eternity. THE SINGHANIA SAGA Book-1 (A standalone) ༻❁༺ I didn't ask for a husband. He didn't want a wife. When I was pushed into an arranged marriage with Vihaan Singhania, who made it very clear he wanted to do nothing with me, I swore, I'd survive it. Keep my head high. And my heart out of it. Except staying out of his way was impossible when he was everywhere. At my midnight dinners. In my bedroom. In my head. Our deal was simple: no love, no feelings, no strings. But the closer I got to him, the more dangerous it became. Because in this game of power and pretense, someone would break. And I was terrified it was going to be me. ༻❁༺

"I just... I hope we can at least try to understand each other with time and make this marriage work" I said to him, I know he's still not asleep. Then I continued, "I don't know how to behave in this new home... so if I ever do something wrong just tell me okay?" Still no response. "I know this marriage wasn't much of your decision... but I'll still respect it. If there's anything you want me to change, just tell me- Before I can complete my sentence, he got up from his bed, turned the light from the lamp again and said to me while pointing his finger, "Let me make this one thing very clear. Don't keep any kind of expectations from me. There will be no love in this marriage. I married you only because my daughter needs a mother - nothing else" In his cold tone he continued, "Whatever you expect from a husband... I can't give you. Don't look for warmth where there isn't any. Don't misunderstand this arrangement as something emotional. I'm not here to build a relationship. You'll have love in this house, Noorain... but not in my heart. Don't make the mistake of waiting for it. Ayla is the only reason you are here. Don't attach anything else to this marriage", once he was done with whatever he said, he was breathless. Turning the light off again he turned his back to me and slept. ━⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅━

"A wife should wait for her husband... But how long before waiting turns into loneliness?" Navya's marriage was meant to be a dream. A charming husband, a new life, a perfect future. But dreams shatter when built on lies. Abhay, the man she married, had never truly been hers. He was a ghost in their marriage, absent and distant, leaving her trapped in a life where she was nothing more than a title-a wife in name only. She tried. She waited. She hoped. And then... she found solace in the one man she shouldn't. Mrityunjay. Her husband's elder brother. He was cold, responsible, untouchable. A man who built walls around himself, who lived by duty and never let emotions dictate his actions. But behind the control was a man who saw her, who listened, who cared. She wasn't supposed to fall for him. He wasn't supposed to break for her. But some loves are inevitable. Some desires refuse to be buried. And some sins are impossible to resist. A tale of a marriage that was never meant to be... and a love that was never meant to happen. © 2025 iamredflagbutcute.

When Shahyaan loses his wife while giving birth, his world shatters, leaving him to care for their newborn alone. Inayat, his best friend, offers an unexpected promise - she'll marry him, not for love, but to bring stability and warmth back into their lives. Amid grief, responsibilities, and uncertain hearts, their marriage begins as a pact... but could love quietly find its way in? Tropes: •Single Dad •Friends to Lovers •Marriage of Convenience •Slow Burn Romance •Soft Romance with a twist of dark romance •Secrets •Bold she shy he •Romcom

He was fire. And she was the moth caught in his flame. Arya Ali is the type of girl every parent wished they had. She's always tried her hardest to be perfect. A perfect daughter, a perfect friend, and a perfect Muslim. She had her priorities straightened out, a future imagined for herself. And now that she's gotten accepted to the Fashion Design Academy of Paris, she's one step ahead to fulfill her dreams. Asad Shah is the type of boy parents kept their daughters away from. Whose top priority was the see how many girls he can get in a single week. He's far from a perfect son, and farther from being a perfect Muslim. He's always had a way of getting what he wanted and this time Arya Ali is on the top of his list. *** #1 in #hindi 09.27.2025

Ishq Series - Book 2 Alizey Khan never imagined that one impulsive decision would change her life forever. A hidden nikaah, a marriage buried in secrecy, and a husband who was never meant to be hers-Ali Khan. As the ruthless CEO, Ali was used to controlling his world with an iron fist. Cold, calculating, and impossibly arrogant, he saw love as nothing more than a weakness. But when circumstances forced him into an unwanted marriage with his childhood rival, the one woman who had always challenged him, he found himself fighting a battle he never saw coming-a battle against his own heart. Bound by a contract and tangled in a web of secrets, family expectations, and undeniable passion, Ali and Alizey struggle to resist the pull of a love that was never supposed to exist. But love doesn't abide by rules, and when resentment turns into longing, denial into obsession, and enemies into something much more dangerous-will they surrender to their forbidden desires, or will their secrets destroy them? Because some marriages remain hidden. Some love stories remain untold. And some hearts remain forever forbidden. ✔️ Hidden Marriage ✔️ Cousin Marriage ✔️ Boss x Employee ✔️ Grumpy x Sunshine ✔️ Age Gap ✓ Trending:- • 1 #boldman • 2 #Hiddenmarriage • 3 #BossXemployee • 4 #Office & #Fictional • 5 #Boss • 7 #Employee

♛ ♛ ♛ He stepped into her space. Close. Too close. Her breath hitched - a millisecond of reaction she hated herself for. His eyes darkened. "Yehi reaction main chahta tha," he murmured. Her spine stiffened. "Move." He didn't. Instead, he leaned in, voice brushing her ear like a slow blade- "Tum mujhe itna nafrat karti ho... lekin tumhari saansen phir bhi phans hi jaati hain mere itne paas." Her blood heated. Her pride flared. She lifted her chin and stepped back- Then, with brutal precision, lifted her foot- and pressed her stiletto heel right against his chest. Hard. Right where his heartbeat thudded. Zaviyar froze. Completely. Meerab tilted her head, her voice a soft, lethal whisper: "Ab saans tumhari phansi hui lag rahi hai, Mr. Malik." He exhaled sharply, a breath that sounded like a curse. "Meerab..." Her name left him like a warning. Like a plea. Her heel pressed further into him. "Do you think I'm afraid of you?" she asked, eyes cutting into his. His gaze flicked down to her heel. Then back up. He didn't touch her. Didn't push her away. Just stood there - chest rising under the sharp leather point as if offering himself willingly. "I think," he said slowly, "you should be terrified of me." ♛ ♛ ♛ -𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄-

【 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬; 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 】 *** 𝙕𝙤𝙝𝙖 𝙌𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙞 Not only is she a successful lawyer, but she has never lost a case in her life. She's strong-willed and confident. But then, one unfortunate night she's taken from the familiarities of her home and work and swept into the world of criminals. 𝘼𝙡𝙞 𝘼𝙜𝙝𝙖 Not only is he dangerously handsome, but just as lethal. Now, he has his eyes on the infamous lawyer and won't rest until he gets her to do his bidding. But he knows that taming a woman like Zoha Qureshi will be a hard challenge, even for a dangerous criminal like him. But Ali Agha loves challenges. 1 in #Arab 03.15.2025 1 in #middleeast 06.30.2025 1 in #desi 07.06.2025 1 in #good 10.28.2025 1 in #middleeast 11.01.2025 1 in #islam 12.05.2025

••|4th in Arranged Series|•• Can be read as a standalone Seeing an annoying smirk over his gorgeous face, her whole body simmers with unscathed fire. "Hear me out carefully now," she murmurs, wanting to grasp his attention from his irritable phone to her. He raises a brow in confusion. "Since we are at it and we can't help but accept this arrangement, let's make some rules which you should put in your dumbass head as soon as possible. We can't go against---" He rolls his eyes. "Cut the slack and come to the point. I don't have a whole day for you." She folds her arms around her chest and scowls at him. "Rule no 1: You aren't going to call me by any lecherous nickname." He shrugs his shoulders. "I ain't dying to do that either. Get out of your high hopes." She glowers at his annoyance but again comes to the point. "Rule no 2: We aren't supposed to wear any kind of adornment which could portray as we are linked to one another." "Zero wish," he spats. "Rule no 3: If any of them would expect us to fulfill any demand, we should know our answer in response. We won't do anything which the other party doesn't want. It's all a drama. Do you understand?" She asks, wanting to confirm it. He nodded. "Understood. I have one ambiguity. Rules won't apply if we both want to break them. Right?" And it takes all her self-control not to land a spicy slap across this idiot smug's cheek. Start Date: 17.12.2024 End Date: 22:10.2025

They've fought over every grade, every award, every last slice of cake at family dawats. Mishal Kabir and Ehaan Arif-frenemies since forever, thanks to their over-attached bestie parents and matching report cards. But when their families drop the biggest bombshell of all-a nikkah without rukhsati after A1 exams-they're officially bound by law, by fate, and by four very smug parents. They're still living in separate homes. Still arguing like it's a sport. Still insisting they can't stand each other. But love has a funny way of growing in all the wrong places. Like in between sarcastic texts, stolen glances, and the one word they swore would never mean anything: "Qubool hai." --- #1 in #Muslim on 11th Oct '25