A simple, plain fictional love story! • Obsessed male lead • Possesive • age gap • marriage

Ahantika - a shy, timid girl raised in the darkness of a brothel, trained to please men yet untouched and pure. All she ever wanted was to make her mother proud, even if it meant surrendering her innocence to survive. But fate had different plans when she mistakenly entered his room that night. The man who didn't touch her... but decided to own her- Zavian Singhania - the ruthless Chief Minister of Delhi and the secret mafia king dealing with weapons and drugs. A man who hides behind a perfect mask in politics. A pathological liar, manipulative, obsessed, and psychotic - Zavian rules the world with fear and power. In a world where innocence doesn't survive, Zavian was destined to ruin her. But in the end... she became his only salvation.

I can see through my veil, that all the people are congratulating each other, and are happy on my marriage... My eyes have started to get blurry and tears are about to fall And then I look for my husband who was first going to be my sister's husband sitting beside me with no emotions... His face has no emotions at all... All I was expecting was him to look at me atleast once... His jaw was clenched and he was cursing something, his hand were formed in a fist, i was very scared only looking at him.. I dont know how i was going to face him all my life.. i really wish, if my parents would be alive i would not be in this situation.. thinking about them a low sob escaped my lips... But I very well knew one thing that "I will always be his replaced bride" There is lots of drama in this story.. And what will happen when there will also be an entry of a baby..🤔🤔 Lets.. Read to find out..😊😊 Hey guys, I want to make one thing clear that DO NOT COPY MY BOOK... if i find similar matter in other books i wont hesitate to Report.. Thankyou so much for clicking on my book... do give it a try you wont regret i promise ♡︎ Started on 8th March 2022 Ended on 25th April 2022

Monsters don't hide under the bed anymore....atleast her's didn't. He sleeps with her, beside her, in her bed. They do not have horns and fangs anymore....atleast her's didn't. He was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. They are not all about hating you.....atleast her's wasn't. He loved her... beyond the definition of human love. He loved her more than humanly possible. He loved her a bit too much... Excerpt "Ahh," he pulled her up fisting her hair in his grip. She let out a yelp as her back banged into his jeep. Her eyes were on his, and his was screaming rage. He grabbed her jaw. "Say it again," he said. "I-I will always be y-yours," she repeated. "Say it with my name."I-I am y-yours Shahzain," Sitara said, and he leaned more into her. His grip around her jaw loosened, and his hand cupped her cheek and pulled open her naqab. He rested his forehead on hers. "You are Sitara. You are mine. Just mine...." His lips engulfed her's and his hands traveled to her waist. He pulled her closer to her, eating up the tiniest bit of space they had in between. He gripped his shoulders tightly as a reflex. Just like his eyes, his kiss was dominating too, making every breath of Sitara submit to him.

" I do!!" She said in shaky tone. It was still unbelievable for her that her dad made her deal with a Mafia king just for some pennys. She could see the smirk of her ownership in his eyes and a golden cage in which she will have to spend her rest of life. _______________ "Let's see how will you wear all these shameless clothes in my house!!" He said throwing glowing match stick on a pile of clothes in front of him. She was looking at him with wide eyes. "Hey..Stop!!!" She tried to stop him but he yanked her away making her fall on ground. "Remember that I am not your fucking Hassan who will bear all your these shitty tantrums!! This is my house and here follows the rules I, Ibtihaj Ibrahim Usmani makes!!!" He said clenching her jaw. ______________ She was an innocent soul. He kills mercilessly. She was an independent bird. He used to cage birds. He hates her dressing. She hates everything about him. Both were loathing each other's existence not knowing that Allah has bounded them the day they were born till the day of judgement. A story of a girl who never gave a damn about religion. Fashion was her life but there came a point in her life when she wanted to change but the thought disturbed her was that will Allah forgive her?? A story of a man who never thought about a single girl. His work, his gang, his people were all he cared about. They say love can change anyone and anything!! let's see how love changes shameless dressing of Anfal and beasty nature of Ibtihaj. Let's see how they become from "Anfal" and "Ibtihaj" to "Anfal's Ibtihaj". Will Anfal's quest of making Ibtihaj "Anfal's Ibtihaj" be completed?? An enthralling and heart quenching tail of a Mafia man and a normal girl. If you are depressed and thinks that you are worthless and you are big sinner that Allah will never love you ever and forgive you... then!! My beautiful and precious gem!! this story is for you!!❤ Alteast give it a try!! 😊 ~Thank you

سنگِ خشت - Sang e Khisht - like the twisted tales that were once told along the banks of River Qurban. The hard headed feudal lord falls for the optimistic literature graduate.

[Don't call me Juliet, anyone] A love at first sight situation, but one-sided. Does the /but/ matter, though? When it comes to Haider Ali Hussain's feelings? Haider Zulfiqar Ali Hussain, the youngest heir to a political dynasty and the spoilt brat of Hussain khandaan [bloodline]. What happens when the ladla [most pampered] of the kindred falls in love with a simple mediocre girl? A guy who gets what he wants whenever he wants it. Alaya Hamid Aswad is a girl who has dreamt of a simple normal life. Yet everything keeps going against that one dream. Failed in love, trapped in love, struggling with self-love. 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘩𝘢 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘩𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘩𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘺𝘪, 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘩𝘢 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘩𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘶 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘢 𝘢𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘰𝘺𝘪.

Title: CUORE DI PIETRA Translation: HEART OF STONE Status: Rewriting ❧❧❧ "𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆" She had never imagined she would find herself in such a bewildering world, far different from the visions she had once cherished. This world, both foreign and cruel, contradicted everything she had once expected it to be. There was a time when she yearned to inhabit this place, to forge memories that would last a lifetime. Yet, upon her arrival, her expectations met a brutal reality that shattered her dreams and left her broken. The intricate web of mysteries emerged, each thread revealing unexpected truths and unveiling faces she had never expected encountering, and amidst all these chaos, she became captive of a man haunted by the shadows of his past-a prisoner to his own inner demons for the past many years. Zaviyar Behram Shah was both enchanting and tragic, a beautiful sculpture chiseled from ice that mirrored the chilling void of his heart that was long dead, resembling nothing but a piece of stone in his chest. Caught in this whirlwind, Inaya Zaman Yazdani felt both drawn to and repelled by his enigmatic nature. Their lives converged in an intricate dance of revelation and vengeance, where every whispered word carried the potential to unveil new secrets, but there was no way she could escape unscathed for she had everything to do with what made the man both thirsted for revenge and the heartless monster he had turned into. ❧❧❧ • Cover and aesthetics made by me © zephyra_9 • No part of this book can be used, displayed or printed in any way without my permission Copyright to ©zephyra_9 (All rights reserved) • This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to a person or incident is purely coincidental. _______________

Ruhani Chaudhary, a ray of sunshine leaving her light wherever she went. She would do anything for her family even if it meant marrying the political heir 'Humayun sikander'. the best way to describe them would be fire and ice. Humanyun Sikander, a hot-headed male with only one motto in life "eye for an eye and respect for respect" fulfilling his father's wishes, he marries Ruhani Chaudhary. tales of sacrifice, learning the value of family, the beauty of marriage, and many more. this is the story of Ruhani and Humayun as they explore their new relationship and life.

What is the meaning of this, Vani?" he seethed, his eyes locked onto hers. "Are you so starved for attention that you seek it from other men?" Vani's heart sank as she realized the storm that was brewing in Rudra's eyes. She tried to speak, to explain that it was just a professional conversation, but her words caught in her throat. "I-I was just disc-," Vani stammered, her voice trembling. "There's nothing more to it." Rudra's rage intensified. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "Don't lie to me, Vani," he growled. "I saw the way you were looking at him, the way he was looking at you. You think I'm blind?" "Stop with your obsession Rudra, you are ruining my life and my career" Vani yelled. It intensified Rudra's rage more. "Am I huh" Rudra laughed and in an instant he yanked her by her elbow towards him. "Don't forget you are and who you belong to" Rudra said increasing his grip on her more making her whimper in pain. "Rudra it hur-" "Correct, Rudra, me, your husband... You, Mrs. Vani Rudra Singh Rathore belong to me"