♛ ♛ ♛ 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-

"Five nights. Spend five nights with me and I will let your brother go." "I don't spend my nights in brothels." *** Full summary inside. Student x teacher Forced proximity Age gap Hate to love #1 muslimlovestory 06.25.25 #1 southasian 07.10.25 #1 muslim 12.02.25

"I was willing to become the villain in her life if it meant I could call her mine." *** An accidental run-in with the city's infamous criminal brings Hayat Azhar right in front of the barrel of a gun. If that wasn't bad enough, things get worse when she accidentally slaps the university's popular senior with her samosa's spicy sauce on her first day. And just like that, two different personalities, a snobbish rich boy and a notorious expert criminal, develop a similarity - a common target; Her. [a pakistani inspired novel set in pakistan]

Two years later she's still a mess and he's still trying to figure her out. Can't say much about them you'll have to figure them out on your own. "For the love of busy beans coffee help me Doraemon" "Stop referring me as that blue thing"

"I trusted you," Mirha said in a voice barely above a whisper, trying her best to keep tears from falling down her cheeks, trying and failing. Hadi paused for an entire second. "Well, you shouldn't have. Not my fault," He spoke softly, evenly, his face pale and pinched as if trying to hold back emotions of his own. *** A best friend. A chase gone wrong. An empty promise. Out of control, unexpected run-ins. Out of control, unexpected feelings. And you've got a conundrum. Mirha Qadeer was a simple village girl new to the capital city. She felt like a fish out of water in her university but tried her best to fit in and study hard. She made a few mistakes along the way but she had never thought she would have to pay this high a price in return. Hadi Maher was not your nice, friendly guy next door, nor was he a ruthless bad boy. He was something else entirely. But whatever he was, Mirha Qadeer should never have been a part of it. But she somehow forced her way in, and now he has to make a choice, a choice that will take too much from him either way, a choice that's threatening to undo him. --- There are typos and some grammatical mistakes in the story. Will be editing soon.

"She was his mirage, a dream he could only chase. He was her living hell, a nightmare she could not escape." Layla Mustafa is the only girl in her family allowed to go to university. Belonging to a strict patriarchal background, Layla, the shy and suppressed girl, could only dream of falling in love. That was until she met Zaviyar Malik, the warmest man she had ever met. Layla loved Zaviyar. Zaviyar loved Layla. They were meant for each other. The equation should have been complete. A fated Happily Ever After. But they forgot to consider one factor. One dangerous factor..... 𝘘𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘯. Qais who was just another name for the devil himself. He spilled blood like water. Killed like it was a hobby. But more than anything... he loved like it was a sin. Madly. Addictively. and Dangerously. One mistake is all it takes for Layla to fall into the hands of the devil. Layla was a lover, not a fighter. And Qais was a killer, not a lover. What happens when the roles are reversed? What happens when fate brings them together?

ENGLISH VERSION! "You wouldn't shoot me." "And why is that? Because I'm a woman?" I raised an eyebrow. "Exactly, you..." Before he could finish the sentence, my finger press the trigger and the bullet flew out of the guns head. It hit him in the shoulder. In pain, he fell to the ground and trapped his injured shoulder. Blood began to soak into his beautiful suit. I walked over to him and bent down. "Don't underestimate a woman. Especially when she has a weapon and a motive. Your mother should have taught you better." I whispered in his ear.

• She was broken piece of glass while he had the glue that could mend it together. • Kiara is a girl that wanted to fall in love. Meet her soulmate but unfortunately started having feelings for her friend, Dhruv. The person whom she can't reach. She knew she won't ever be offered a happy ending in her journey of unrequited love. Dhruv was a guy that was full of life. Encountered a situation where he was asked by his parents whether he would like to marry his friend Aditi? He didn't think anything wrong with it. How could it be? When your life partner ends up being your friend for years. Until he discovered each step taken towards Aditi was pulling him away from Kiara. Aditi has a dream of her wedding. A dream that she had seen in childhood. She is all set to make it a reality, but things aren't that easy. She has constantly fought with not only others but with herself as well. Her workaholic nature as well as fear of her past keep knocking on her door at frequent intervals. Harshad is an attractive guy, a charmer. His personality had always attracted ladies, but a girl that has the least interest in him pulled his attention. A guy that believed in dating and flirting suddenly wants to win Kiara's heart. So many feelings are involved! So many hearts are on the verge of breaking. Who will gain and who will lose? Text Copywriter © Sanjh™ 2022

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

[ Already Completed In Scrollstck ] Both of them were fragments of a once-whole existence, shattered by life, love, and the weight of their scars. Yet, amidst the wreckage of their hearts, a tiny spark of hope appeared- a child. Eklavya Nene, a single father navigating the stormy seas of parenthood, found himself struggling to be everything his son needed, especially the tender, nurturing presence of a mother. His divorce had left him fractured, and the idea of letting another woman into his life was daunting. But for the sake of his son, Amogh, he had to find a way. Unnati Kothari carried the weight of a troubled past, one that had led her to view men as nothing more than monsters. However, a deep-seated desire to become a mother persisted within her. When she met little Amogh through a mutual friend, her world shifted; the boy's laughter and innocence touched something in her, awakening dreams she thought she had buried forever. Brought together by the gentle nudges of friends and family, Eklavya and Unnati agreed to a marriage of convenience, each committing to the role of a parent for a child who needed more than either could provide alone. Yet, love- true, uncharted, and profound- remained an elusive mystery to them both. Could two souls so deeply marred by their pasts find the courage to trust and to heal? Would they ever allow their hearts to open and let love in, not just as parents to Amogh but as partners to each other? ------ Intended for mature readers, rated R (18+) for the subjects dealing with strong language, sexual content, abuse/ violence, and trauma. ------ One of the books from the 'Mad Love' series. It can be read as a standalone ------ [Updates on- Tuesday and Friday: 4 pm IST] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [Unedited First Draft] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 200K to 250K] ----- © 2024 Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyrights.