𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 𓆩♡𓆪 ᴀ 𝚜ʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ 𓆩♡𓆪 She missed her flight and ended up in a foreign land. He had no intention of tying himself to anyone - until destiny did it for him. Zareen, a girl lost in Arabia after Umrah, finds herself in the care of a quiet, guarded man. Taimoor never imagined marrying a stranger, but when circumstances force their nikaah, neither of them knows how fate is gently weaving their souls together. In a world away from home, hearts find a home in each other. This isn't just a marriage. It's something written long ago - 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲.

She was supposed to marry the successful brother. Instead, she married the forgotten one. What starts as a decision made to save her family's dignity slowly turns into something neither of them expected. Because he may not have money, status, or approval - but he has loyalty. And a heart no one bothered to see. Before fame. Before success. Before recognition. She stood beside him. But when the world that once ignored him comes back for him - will love be enough to survive it? 18-4-26 : #398 out of 547k stories in fiction

Ishika Sharma had always been a little too loud, a little too carefree... and a little too in love with her best friend. Aarav Malhotra was everything she wasn't-quiet, composed, and impossible to read. Growing up side by side, he was her constant. Her protector. Her almost. But some feelings are never spoken. And some silences... change everything. When life pulls them apart, Ishika learns the hard way that loving someone quietly doesn't mean they'll ever love you back. Years later, they meet again-but this time, nothing is the same. Because Aarav is no longer the boy who didn't understand her... And Ishika is no longer the girl who waited. And somewhere between what was left unsaid and what was lost in time... Lies a love that might have been realized too late.

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 & 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐥 #1 in India (13/08/25) #1 in India (19/08/25) ⋆˚✿˖° ✦•𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐥•✦ A 25 year old calm and sweet girl. A strong believer of Mahadev.Her beauty not only radiates from her golden brown skin but also from her pure heart , but she's unaware of the beauty she has within her because of being judged by her relatives and the society. And now she was going to marry a man who was no different from the people who made her question her own existence. ✦• 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 •✦ A 30 year old ruthless Mafia leader of the American and Italian Mafia. He never thought that coming to India for a business deal would change his whole existence. He never needed someone in his life until he saw her in her wedding attire, and now all he wanted is her and he was going to have her. Because she have became his passion, insatiable desire, obsession, His Junoon. Is that all or there is more into it ? . ⋆˚✿˖° So, After a lot of request Junoon is going to be a full lengthy book. Give it a try.

Krutarth Raichand - is a man of logic, cold hard cash, and iron-clad discipline. In the boardroom, he is the "Ice King"-formidable, untouchable, and entirely devoid of sentiment. He built his empire from nothing, and he has no intention of letting "messy emotions" compromise his fortress. Preksha Mehra - was born into the lap of luxury, but she didn't stay there. Cast out by her elite family and forced to trade her diamonds for double shifts, she has transformed from a pampered princess into a woman with a "spine of steel." She doesn't want charity, and she certainly doesn't want the mercy of the family that abandoned her. She only wants a future for her son. Then there is Anay. At five months old, he is the only person on earth who can make the great Krutarth Raichand freeze with a single tug on his expensive silk tie. With his chubby cheeks and soulful eyes, Anay is the silent bridge between two guarded souls-one who refuses to love, and one who is afraid to trust again. ​In a world of corporate wars and family betrayals, can a cold billionaire and a resilient mother find common ground? Or will their pasts tear them apart before they realize that their hearts now beat for the same tiny human? Kya hoga ​Jab inhe milawayegi ek nanhi dhadkan.

She was the invisible girl in his world-too young, too ordinary, too loyal. He was the man she had loved in silence... while he was too broken to notice. When fate places them under the same roof, everything begins to shift. Her innocence draws him in. Her selflessness begins to heal him. But falling for her was never part of his plan. He's older, scarred, and afraid to feel again. She's just a girl who has always loved him-with no expectations. But sometimes, the quietest love changes everything. .....

" What if I had grown a little too fat, with thick arms, thighs, folds on my tummy, double chin and so on ? Would you love me Rudra ? " " I would love that Tara, just the thought of my face being crushed between your thighs turns me rock hard. And I m sure it wouldn't only your arms, thighs and tummy but sure your boobs would be bigger so I would never need a pillow and that is a win win for me. " " What do you want Rudra ? " " You.. I want you Tara....your lips on mine while I m deep inside you, your hair spread across my pillow it's the most beautiful sight my eyes will ever behold, my love. " Bound by passion, consumed by love An obsession that turns love into an unquenchable thirst. A pride that transforms passion into devotion. He was ready to embrace the darkest demons if it meant keeping their love safe, and she was willing to burn with him if it meant never letting go. Obsession Series Book #2 - Locked in Passion Obsession Series Book #1 - His Eternal Obsession

The late-night cries of a six-month-old baby echoed softly through the dimly lit apartment. Amid the stillness, Meera sat on the edge of the bed, gently rocking her daughter in her arms. Her eyes, heavy with exhaustion, held a kind of love only a mother could understand-selfless, patient, unwavering. The world outside moved on-cars honked, alarms rang, people rushed-but for Meera, time stood still in that tiny nursery. Her husband, Rohit, hadn't come home yet. Again. She glanced at the clock. 12:47 a.m. Another "late-night meeting," he had said. Another night she whispered lullabies alone. She pressed a soft kiss to her daughter's forehead and tried not to let her heart feel the cold emptiness beside her. "This is just a phase," she told herself. "He's just stressed. Things will be better soon." But deep down, beneath layers of denial and devotion, a part of her already knew-something had changed. And soon, her world would never be the same again.

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

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