In a world where bloodlines are battlefields and loyalty is a death sentence, Veena Mobeen is a masterpiece of deception. To the elite of Karachi, she is the refined daughter of a powerful patriarch but in reality, she is an undercover Indian operative embedded deep within enemy lines. Her mission is the most dangerous of her career, to infiltrate the ruthless Lyari underworld, map its connection to transnational terrorist organisations and dismantle the network before it can ignite a regional firestorm. Standing in her way is Uzair Baloch, the second in command to the most feared man in the city, Rehman Dakait. Uzair is a man forged in the shadows of a relentless turf war, cold, calculated, and seemingly untouchable. He is the iron fist that enforces the gang's rule and the gatekeeper to the intelligence Veena needs. He has survived a lifetime of bullets and betrayals by trusting no one, making him the ultimate target for her strategic seduction. But as Veena weaves her web, the architect of the lie finds herself trapped in a structure of her own making. What began as a cold blooded play for information spirals into a raw, primal obsession. Uzair's devotion is as terrifying as it is absolute, his touch awakens a hunger in Veena that her training never prepared her for. Their story is a high stakes collision of national duty and forbidden desire. As the lines between her mission and her heart blur, Veena is forced to play a lethal game, to stop a terror plot, she must betray the man who has claimed her soul.

She came to the enemy country with a purpose- not to be seen, not to be known, and definitely not to be remembered. Iqra Amir, the 23-year-old daughter of diplomat Qadir Amir, arrives in Karachi with only two things she trusts- her faith and her mission. She has crossed borders not for politics, but for women. Girls who vanish without noise. Women whose cries dissolve into the dark veins of Lyari. And every breadcrumb of truth, every whispered name, every tremor in the victims' stories leads to one man- Rehman Dakait. While the world fears him, Iqra prepares to face him. Silent, steady, unshaken. But fate plays dirty. Because before she ever reaches Rehman, she collides with a man she has never heard of- a man who is not used to being unknown. Uzair Baloch. Second-in-command. Shadow of Lyari. The kind of danger that doesn't need to raise his voice- his silence is enough. Their first meeting is nothing like destiny. Just a question in the wind, a dupatta fighting the Karachi breeze, a name spoken in an accent he can't place. "Kon ho aap?" "Iqra... Iqra hain hum." She walks away without fear. He watches her without understanding why. She thinks he's a man guarding crates at the port. He thinks she's a foreigner who doesn't belong anywhere near Lyari. Neither knows the truth about the other. Neither knows how tightly their paths will tangle. Neither knows that the enemy country has already placed them on the same chessboard. Iqra is here to expose the darkness. Uzair is born from it. And when the storm finally breaks, only one question will matter- Is she his weakness, or is she the one woman strong enough to walk into Lyari and walk out alive?

❝𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧❞ ᴀꜱʜᴡᴀᴛᴛʜᴀᴍᴀ ♡ ᴋᴀᴜꜱʜɪᴋɪ 𝑨 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚. ˙⋆ ᥫ᭡ ⋆˙ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒙 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 He was born a Brahmin, destined to uphold the sacred wisdom of the scriptures, yet fate carved a different path for him. A son of the revered Guru Dronacharya, he mastered the art of war, becoming a warrior unparalleled in skill and ferocity. Turning him into a paradox, as he was both a seeker of knowledge and a harbinger of destruction. While she was Drupad's niece, the sunshine princess of Panchal, a vision of warmth and grace, her presence as radiant as the first light of dawn. She was a dreamer, who carried herself with an effortless charm, her laughter like the tinkling of wind chimes, bringing joy to all who heard it. Happy Reading!

They say history celebrates its heroes, remembers its villains, and erases its 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔. But nothing erased stays hidden. Mistakes are meant to burn. Suffocate. Ache. They coil around the finger until it bleeds-or are carried by a yuga-but they never stay buried. An ordinary girl, Tarika Singh, entered Dwaparyug-and learned fire does not always burn. Sometimes- The scorching heat is Karn, the abandoned giver. The silent flare is Yudhishthir, the puppet of dharma. The cackling flame is Bheem, the weapon of vengeance. The curling smoke is Arjun, the dancer of battlefields. The biting spark is Nakul, the healer of destruction. The glowing coal is Sahdev, the foreseer of destiny. They say, fear the villains. As if they began it all. As if the world were not threads - pulled, twisted, strangled - each cutting the other. Some thread tightens like Duryodhan, desperate for the crown. Some knots itself like Dushasan, loyal until he forgets where he ends. Some loosens itself like Vikarn, questioning even the blood in his veins. It is law...threads burn when touched by flame. Only she decides whether they bind or snap. But She is no longer Tarika here. And the myth is no longer myth. 𝑨𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂. Daughter of the Sun. Sister of warriors. The ruiner... or the redeemer? It depends on who tells the tale. Because, To hear of the Mahabharata is one thing. To live it, surrounded by unknown faces, is another. Among the 'unknown', two men became her world, standing beside her, one like a vow, the other like a sin. Both willing to fall, if it meant she would not stand alone. "I wonder if the stars are jealous- they've never been looked at the way I look at her." "If the gods made her... perhaps they aren't so useless after all." ▪previously titled as Threads of Flames

•Vote if you want:)• A slow burn, enemies to lovers story. You're a girl who once seduced men for money, did streetfights but now finds herself in the Survey Corps, where her tough and flirtatious demeanor clashes with Levi. The two can't stand each other at first, but as time goes on, their tension begins to lessen. Though they get along to some extent, they don't really talk unless necessary. However, despite their animosity, You can't help but feel attracted to Levi, and he, too, finds himself drawn to her in ways he doesn't understand. ⚠️DISCLAIMER: There might be smut and inappropriate language. Alcohol and Tobacco Use I don't own any of the characters. This story is not canon. I don't own the art; I couldn't find the person who made it, but when I do, all credits will go to them!

Y/N Hime came as a new student at the 104th cadet corps. The strongest soldiers have made it to the Survey Corps, but one of them is the most heartless of them all. Levi Ackerman humanity's strongest soldier captain of the Scout Regiment in charge of the Survey Corps never believed in love because of a tragic past, not until he laid eyes on Y/N. But, it is unacceptable to fall in love with each other. If they do, either they have to separate them or stay but completely forget about their emotions. What will happen with Levi and Y/N? Will they risk each other and fall in love? Or ignore each others feelings and keep on fighting? © Attack on Titan Hajime Isayama Title Idea goes to @Aurura_Avergarden thank you! ❤️ Ranks 🏅 1) #187 & #202- levixreader 2) #155, #168 & #183- fightforlove

In a cruel world dominated by Titans, you seek purpose in the Survey Corps after Levi saves you from the death of your grandmother, Arya. You want to give back to the regiment that raised you, even if it means trading your heart. But when your first assignment is to be comrades with the brash and unlikeable Eren Jaeger, everything you remember fades away. MEMORY LOSS ✦ Featured in Wattpad's official Attack on Titan reading list ✦ Nominated for the 2021 Wattys Award in Fanfiction WARNING: Graphic descriptions of gore, canon violence, angst, multiple sexual scenes (smut). © 2020 emefaerie

"𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚒," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍---𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎. "𝚈/𝚗," 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. "𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖?" "𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. ~✵~ You joined the Survey Corps long before humanity had hope. He joined with nothing left to lose. Known as the Angel of Death, you've always fought like you were born for the battlefield. And you lived like you didn't want to make it to tomorrow. Humanities Strongest on the other hand was a sharp edge with killer instincts and a bad attitude usually aimed in your direction. Put in the same squad, Titans fall before you. Put in the same room and you can barely go five minutes without biting the other's head off. But war has a way of forcing people together. Even when your opposing bloodlines want to yank you apart.

Corrina Avery is a talented and strong captain, but tends to be stubborn and reckless. Levi Ackerman is humanity's strongest soldier, calculated and serious. It's safe to say their personalities don't mesh well. Even so, there continues to be a Subtle hint that the Captains feel something for each other. Even if they deny it, or hide it deep within themselves. cover art: Levi_Dang on Twitter. rank number 1 in the #leviackerman 1-18-23 rank number 1 in the #attackontitan 9-27-22 © Attack on Titan & the characters belong to Hajime Isayama