She carried a love she never spoke of. Hidden in stolen glances, in the quick flutter of her heart, and in quiet duas only Allah knew. But life doesn't always give us what we hold onto. Sometimes it breaks us first, only to shape us again. And in the silence of letting go, when she thought love had slipped away forever, another story was quietly unfolding... one built on patience, on prayers she never heard, and on the mercy of Allah who always gives better than what He takes. It is a story of longing and surrender, of unanswered prayers that were never unanswered at all, reminding us that sometimes the love we chase is not the love that was written for our soul. Dive into her story to taste the ache of loving and losing, to walk through the moments that felt like endings, only to see how every turn was carrying her closer to the goodness Allah had written all along. #1 in Islam- 18.06.26 #1 in faith- 22.06.26 #2 in longing- 28.06.26 #2 in hijab- 12.07.26 #1 in devotion- 22.07.26

"Strip." The command was low, sharp, and cut through the silence like a blade. As the word left his lips, I felt my soul splinter, leaving me hollowed out in the wake of his intensity. "Didn't you hear me, Jaan?" His voice rasped, a dangerous promise vibrating in the air between us. I gulped. My heart hammered against my ribs, watching in a haze of fear and desire as my hands betrayed me trembling as they moved toward my pants. _______________________________________ Dive into a world where "love" is too soft a word for the fire burning between them. This isn't a story of romance, it's a descent into pure, unfiltered madness. Will she survive the man who has claimed her as his own, or will she lose herself in the beautiful ruin of his world? Read on to know more~

Rudra X Ekanshi 27 X 18 He was the most feared name in Italy... Rudra Birla - The Mafia King. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. For the world, he was power. For his enemies, he was destruction. He followed no rules... because for him, his name was the only law. He never lost. He never bowed. And he never let anyone get close enough to break him... until Ekanshi Barman. Fearless. Reckless. Wild. She walked into his life like chaos - and became the storm he could neither control nor escape. Their marriage wasn't built on love... it was built on power, anger, and dangerous attraction. He hates her... yet can't let her go. She knows he'll never trust her... yet she keeps going back to him. Because some bonds aren't meant to heal... they're meant to burn. 🔥 A story where control turns into obsession... and hatred feels dangerously close to love. 💋 "I don't need to cage you, Shona... I just need the world to know you belong to me." - AuthorSana1 ✍🏻

Vaidehi Chauhan was born into a world of gold and grit, but she learned early that a royal smile is the best place to hide a bleeding heart. At twenty-two, she is a storm trapped in silk, bound by a sacred marriage vow to a man who is as much a stranger as he is her husband. Rana Vanraj Singh Rathore is a decade older, a man carved from the hard stone of the Mewar hills, powerful, possessive, and dangerously restrained. To the world, she is the poised princess. To him, she is a mystery he wants to unravel slowly, breath by agonizing breath. Behind the closed doors of the royal wing, the air thickens with a tension that neither of them can voice. It is in the way his gaze lingers on the curve of her neck, or how her pulse stutters whenever he stands close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his skin. He is a flame that consumes everything in its path, and she is the one woman who refuses to be burnt. But in a palace where every shadow holds a secret, a single word can ignite a fire that no vow can contain. As the hunger she tries to bury begins to clash with the cold duty she was raised for, Vaidehi must face the truth. Loving him isn't just a choice; it is a surrender that will either liberate her or destroy them both. This is a high-tension, mature royal Indian romance where every touch is a provocation and every glance is a sin.

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."

Two families. One marriage. A fate neither of them chose. Pratha Malhotra is a soul made of Jaipur sunsets-soft, innocent, traditional and a law student. Dr. Shivansh Randhawa. A brilliant neurosurgeon and the heir to a ruthless political empire. Both got into a marriage of convenience. He protects her like it's instinct. She fights him like it's her right. Some bonds are not chosen. They are destined.

✧ 𝐃𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯 𝐗 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢 ✧ ༺♡༻ This is love story of completely opposite souls who's path were never meant to be crossed yet they did. ❦He is a rude,arrogant and ruthless IPS Officer who never believed in love.Focused,Calm, determined and Short tempered. ❦She is a sweet,mature and bubbly girl who lives in an orphan.She spreads kindness, love and positivity where she goes. ─── ・ 。゚☆゚. ・─── One incident and everything got changed !! What is written in their destinies ? Are they meant to be together ?

She was never loved softly. And Zayne Rathore was never a man capable of loving gently. An arranged marriage ties Siya to a man feared for his power, control, and dangerous obsession. But behind his cold exterior lies something far more terrifying-a love so possessive it consumes everything in its path. He calls her Princess. Protects her like she's sacred. And destroys anyone who dares to hurt her. What begins as a forced marriage soon turns into an intense bond filled with obsession, emotional chaos, and irresistible attraction. Because once Zayne decides something belongs to him... He never lets it go. A dark, emotional romance about possessive love, obsession, healing, and dangerous devotion.

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. ⋆.★⋆ 𝕯𝖆𝖗ᛕ 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⋆★ ⋆. He intertwines his hands with mine, absorbing the half-dry mehandi into his palms as if he is completing the mehandi ritual with me. Or should I say, ruining my mehandi ceremony. "Sucked my cock but marrying someone else. That's very disloyal of you, Sweet Rose." He whispers his poisonous words into my ear as he pumps in and out of me, faster and harder. His big and thick cock hammers inside me, making my back pushed against the cold mirror with each thrust. But I should push him away or slap him for what he did to me a few months back. I suppress my moans in the back of my throat to not give him an ounce of satisfaction but my insides betray me, clenching all of him so tightly and proudly. "Answer me where should I finish? Inside you, like you used to love? Or on your palms where you have applied Mehandi of another man's name?" He pours his filthy words into my ear. And just like a few months back, I could not utter a single word this time too. I hate him. "I can hear your heartbeats. Do you really think I won't be able to hear your thoughts?" The voice that once used to bring comfort in my messed up life, is sounding so foreign to my ears right now. His sharp and ragged breath fanned over my neck before he captured my already swollen lips in his dirty mouth. "I got the answer." He chuckles roughly. ──⋆.✦ "𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚?" ִֶָ 𓂃 ˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Eighteen years after her parents' divorce, a young influencer and documentary creator decides to visit India with a hidden motive. Her father was a politician of Uttar Pradesh, yet she had spent her entire life hating everything about politics- until fate brought her face to face with the state's cold, rising politician who was worshipped by people like their god. And the most twisted part was that HE ALSO HAPPENED TO BE HER FATHER'S MAIN OPPONENT IN THE ELECTIONS. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫? -------- #1 political - 14 Jun 2026