I have two rules for surviving college, Stay out of his way. Don't let him see you. But Massimo Bianchi doesn't follow rules-he makes them. The heir to the Bianchi Empire, a man with a dark past and a reputation that chills the blood, Massimo doesn't play nice. And for some reason, he's decided I'm his favourite game. He's ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, even if I try. I should stay away. I should hate him. But the more I try to escape him, the deeper he pulls me into his dangerous world. The more I hate him, the more he seduces me with his cold smile, his calculating gaze, and his twisted games. I'm not supposed to want him. I'm supposed to keep my distance, keep my secrets, keep my heart locked away. But when the devil himself comes knocking, there's no escape. Not from him. Not from the desire that burns through my every nerve. And the worst part? I think he knows it.

She was on the run from the devil that was loved by all. The obsession of the country's biggest superstar that ruined the life of an ordinary girl. #1 in #superstar - 19/07/2023 BE WARNED - This book has abusive content and is not suitable for young audiences. Do not read if you are under 18

"Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her"

Her hazel eyes opened and connected with the ceiling. She felt the dryness starting from her throat and leading all the way upto her tongue and surrounding her lips. It reminded her of the screams of pain and pleasure of last night. He was relentless. A pure beast. She could feel still feel the soreness in her intimate area and the shivers and goosebumps her body released on its own accord when she had lied underneath him. With great difficulty she sat up, reaching for the glass of the water on the side table. She tried folding her legs when suddenly a metal grasped her ankle making her frown. Frowning, she removed the comforter from her legs only to get her eyes widened. She was chained. To the bed post. The door to her room opened and walked in Zaryab, folding up the sleeves of his white kameez. Their eyes connected as he approached her. He could already see the questions in her eyes. Grasping her chin, he bobbed her head up, "you'll be punished, my love. Today, is the day one," Kissing her forehead, he disappeared, leaving her to revel in her thoughts and dreading her future life. Because Zaryab was a man of his words.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't m-mean to hurt her." sobbed Aayat. She didn't notice Shehryaar's eyes getting darker at the mention of her. She had just made a grave mistake. Shehryaar crouched down to her sobbing figure on the floor and harshly gripped her cheeks. He knew his fingers were digging into her cheeks, but he didn't care. He wanted her to feel all of his pain. The pain he kept inside his heart grew into hatred and as it multiplied over the years. "I'll be the one to judge how sorry you are. You'll wish that I would have never found you Aayat." said Shehryaar menacingly. ....... Years ago, Aayat and Shehryaar were inseparable. They were each other's comfort zone in the hellhole of an orphanage they lived in. Shehryaar, his little sister, and Aayat were the trio that stuck together no matter what. A single mistake of Aayat brings her back to everything she ran away from. If she knew what was going to happen to her, she would have never made that mistake to be captured by Shehryaar. He was an unpredictable monster now, gone was the sweet boy she grew up with. Aayat knew Shehryaar wanted to break and claim her soul, after all she was a sinner, and sinners had to pay.

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

𝙰𝚝 𝟷𝟾 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚢𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚅𝚒𝚔𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎

She got alerted hearing the same footsteps approaching her. Crawling backwards she shook her head vigorously sensing the same masculine fragrance. As usual, she couldn't see anything because of the blindfold. " You got what you wanted. Why are you still keeping me here?" She questioned sobbing but nobody responded. She felt a sudden prick on her arm. Slowly, her movements slowed down but her eyes flickered repeatedly. She will just pass out when the man murmured" We will meet again." Rubab, a 25-year-old woman has a perfectly happy life with a loving family. Her happiness didn't last long when someone abducted her on her wedding day. She doesn't know the reason behind her abduction and why she is being kept hostage. Will she ever come to know the reason behind her abduction or a painful life waiting for her?

Isha Rahmani and Arzen Amin Kaif Ma Baynana (What exists between us) "In the silence between us, love waited... and learned how to bleed." Tropes: Marriage in Name Only Slow Burn to Wildfire Emotionally Repressed Hero Touch-Starved Hero × Brave, Calm Wife She Makes the First Move Trauma-Bonded Yet Emotionally Distant Scarred Hero (Literally + Figuratively) Only One Bed (Eventually) Begging Without Words Protective Cold Hero

Once I believed in magic, the magic of Love. I encountered it, it blossomed, it glowed, then it burned, And I with it. Magic is found in fantasy worlds, in reality, it's a trick, an illusion, deadly enough to kill you. --- Elsa Queens dreamed of attending The Royal High, the same as her brother, away from the limelight of New York. Flying across the continent to the UK to complete her dream, she awaited two years of friends, fun, and laughter. Then he came, changing the course of her plans and destiny. Illyas- Al- Zurani, wasn't her magic, he was the trick she fell victim to, Years later he stands in front of her, claiming his love, ready for redemption and to crown her as his Queen. ---