[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please.... ___________________ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive?

•Completed• *Read only if you can accept the grey shade of life* The Kazi was called in, a few prayers were read in a tongue unknown to her and then she agreed to being his wife with just two words, three time for a life time. Two people, A Rajput Princess Meera and the Mughal King Haider, two people from different worlds, two very different people, how will they find peace and love in a relationship which built on hatred and revenge. PS : the description doesn't justify this story. #1 in India (08.02.2021) #1 Princess (30.08.2021) #2 in marriage (18.09.2020) #5 in Pakistan (02.03.2022) #1 in Royal family (27.09.2020) #1 in muslim love story (11.10.20) #1 in desi (29.10.2020) # 1 periodic (08.03.2021) #3 King (19.06.2021)

SEQUEL TO WRITTEN IN THE STARS Dalia Al-Ruwaisi, eldest Princess to the Kingdom of Rughad, has aspirations to lead her people. But her father, has greater plans. In order to avoid conflict, she has no choice but to marry the King of Balqaas, their long-time rivals. Dalia must leave everything behind; her dreams, aspirations and loved ones. It may be the closest chance she has at becoming Queen, but Dalia must also face the prejudice against her as the Queen Consort, whilst also bearing the secret her father entrusted to her. The newly crowned King of Balqaas, Harun Abdul Rabbani, detests the thought of having to open up his heart to another woman. But he can no longer avoid it when the duty arises to save his people. And just when he thinks he has settled onto the throne, a familiar threat arises once more in Balqaas threatening the safety of his new wife, his family and his Crown. Will the two royals be able to unite under one banner to dissolve the threat that endangers them both, despite their generation-long hatred? DISCLAIMER: This story does have Muslim characters but in no way is meant to depict how Muslims really are or how they should be.

✵ featured ~ ❝Once upon a time in Baghdad, a common girl teaches the Khalifa of the kingdom why a king needs a queen.❞ ✵ Started: June 5, 2021. Completed: March 30, 2022. ✵ cover by @xniftykayx featured on wattpad historical fiction, undiscovered, and dangerous love profiles. Highest ranking #1 in historical fiction.

[Love that crossed power and empires] "Is there any problem, begum?" I asked, placing the book aside, my voice neutral but alert. She swallowed. "I have given my consent," she said, so softly it barely carried, "You should get married to Inaayat Amira." For a moment, I thought I had misheard. My head snapped up. My ears sharpened, every muscle in my body going rigid. "Perdon me?" I said, rising to my feet. "Repeat that." I took a step toward her. Then another. She said nothing. Her gaze dropped to the floor, lashes trembling, as if words had suddenly betrayed her. A dry, humorless smile curved my lips. "Itni samajdar ho gayi," I said quietly, stopping in front of her, "ki apne sohar ke liye faisle karne lagi?" I lifted her chin between my index and middle finger. Her skin was warm. Too warm. She flinched at the contact. "Itni samajdar," I continued, my voice lowering, sharper now, "ki mujhe baantne ke liye bhi taiyaar ho gayi aap?" I forced her to look at me.

Xaden and Scarlett Daynkest have been happily married and in love with each other ever since they found their spark. Scarlett is a detective who has been assigned to two new cases, a missing boy and a murder of a girl named Lucy. In her quest to solve them both as soon as possible, she didn't pay attention to the only one that made her life real-her husband. Xaden Daynkest-in an extreme attempt to get his wife's attention, kills the suspect of the case that's taking all of her days from him. What will this mean for them? Will they ever have a peaceful marriage or will their dynamics force them apart? Read to find out! Here's the intro: As soon as I saw the crime scene, I knew exactly which fucker did it. I didn't report it like any rational detective. I rushed home as soon as possible. My husband lounged on the sofa, eyes drinking me in like he had been starving. "Back early, love?" I aimed the gun at his head and held up the evidence bag-our wedding ring, stained with blood. He smirked. "So it takes a little crime scene chaos to make my wife come running back to me, yeah?"

He was fire. She was the wind. And together, they could either destroy the world... or heal it. Rana Rudraksh Vardhan-Asia's most powerful businessman and the feared head of the Asian Mafia and the secret crowned prince of Vardhapur. He is untouchable, unbreakable, and cursed. Every woman who marries into the Vardhan bloodline dies within a year, and Rudraksh has embraced that darkness as his fate. Rivanya Bedi is his complete opposite-a compassionate soul with unshakable faith in Maa Gauri. Forced into marriage as a replacement for her step-sister, she is thrown into Rudraksh's world of blood, betrayal, and secrets that could burn her alive. But what she doesn't expect is the man behind the mask... the one whose pain runs deeper than the curse that haunts him. As Shiv meets Shakti, fire meets wind, and love collides with destiny, will their union receive the blessing of the gods? Or will Rudraksh and Rivanya be torn apart by the curse that has claimed every soul before hers? RUDRAVANYA - a story of love, power, and the divine war between fate and faith.

The story is set in early 1990s in a rural area. A bond is formed due to the promise of honour and respect. A marriage out of necessity and maybe a little bit of obsession. A girl filled with the hope of love and a guy completely enamored by her. How will their life unfold? ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It is inspired by the serial named "Begusarai". But only inspired, the story is completely mine. As I said before this is based in a rural area so am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.