Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

Rabiya's world revolves around her husband, Mudassir, and the love they share. With Sarbuland, Mudassir's loyal best friend, always standing by their side, life seems perfect and complete. But when a tragic event turns their lives upside down, Rabiya finds herself trapped between grief, loyalty, and the secrets left behind. Filled with love, heartbreak, sacrifice, friendship, family bonds, emotional moments, and unexpected twists, this story follows a journey where fate binds hearts together with invisible zanjeerain that neither time nor distance can break. Will Rabiya be able to overcome the pain of her past? What secrets did Mudassir leave behind? And what role will Sarbuland play in her life when everything begins to fall apart? This story is inspired by the Pakistani drama Zanjeerain. I hope you all enjoy this story. Don't forget to vote, comment, and share your thoughts after every chapter. Your reviews and support mean a lot to me and motivate me to keep writing. Happy reading! ❤️✨

This story begins from today's episode... Prithvi Chacha has returned, and for the first time, someone dares to challenge Sameer. Giving him 24 hours, Prithvi Chacha demands that Sameer prove not only his innocence but also the innocence of his beloved Gohamais. With time running out, secrets begin to unravel, loyalties are questioned, and the foundation of every relationship is put to the test. But this isn't just a battle to prove innocence. It's the beginning of Sameer's journey. A journey of realization... where he finally understands the pain he inflicted on Rimjhim. A journey of regret... where every decision he once justified comes back to haunt him. A journey of guilt... where he is forced to confront the consequences of taking her love for granted. And finally, a journey of confession and redemption... where he must prove his love for Rimjhim

Meerab wakes up without a shred of memory. All she has is a devastatingly handsome husband. Powerful, protective and devoted, Murtasim is everything a woman can deam of in a husband. She gets closer and closer till she's enamoured. Enthralled. Ensnared. But the closer you get to the devil, the harder it is to run.

"A cousin's love story" Dive In Shiza's and Shahveer's love story! "A girl who was promised to her elder cousin the day she entered in this world, who knows maybe it was way before she was born, read how their different personalities brought them closer" shiza: an innocent, cute, religious one Veer: a dominant, dashing, a Hafiz Tropes~ -Touch her and die 🔪 -No abbuse -Violence -Mafia -Forced marriage -fiction -Age gap (8years) -marriage -hijabi -innocent heroine -possessive male lead(he's so possessive about her that he doesn't let her out of his sight, not trust issue at least not with her, but he doesn't trust anyone else with her) -quiet heroine (minds her own business) DISCLAIMER!!! If you don't like the story please don't pass hate, just leave it. I ain't the one forcing you to read it. Also it will be sort of Islamic and mafia, as well as izza is a practicing muslimah, so please don't judge my story and if you like it please do comment and vote!, Also none of the pics shared related to the story is mine, the credits goes to the rightful owner. Also my story is purely fiction based so please don't come asking me silly questions also my men are dominant whereas women are submissive so please I already warned you if you're not comfortable, I ain't the one forcing you to proceed. Thank you and enjoy my story!!~ RATINGS!!!~ #7 in jealousy on 5th June #3 in possessive on 2nd June #4 in Mafia on 17th June #8 in obsession on 17th June #1 in Muslim love story on 1st Aug #9 in obsession on 3rd Aug ~On hold~ Note: guys I will post as soon as the story is completed. I am going to unpublish all the parts and post them once the story is finished.

A stern father compels Zarrar, 29-year-old surgeon into an arranged marriage with Hana, a 22-year-old student living in London. _________ "Where are you going?" she asked, flat. "Research trip." He tossed a shirt in, didn't look up. "And you're telling me this now?" "It was sudden." She made a noise somewhere between a tut and a laugh. "I do not care. You know what-" She stepped onto the couch, two quick climbs-herself at 5'4" suddenly level with his eyes, all heat and vowels. Here it is. The tongue was indeed ten feet long tonight. He stayed silent, left packing, arms folded over his chest and just stared. Hana doing her job, utterly, with whole rights over him to shout. "There won't be anything for me to be surprised if I wake up someday in the graveyard with mud sprayed over me 'cause my dear husband must have gotten too exasperated by my being, that he- the victim, had to bury me alive while I was asleep." Zarrar swallowed a smile, let her finish, then moved. He stepped in, hands light on her waist, lifted-she squawked, all outrage-then held her over his shoulder as he walked the three strides to the bed. She behaved as if someone unplugged her, forgot how to speak. He set her gently at the edge of the mattress and went down on one knee in front of her, floorboards cool under him. "What do you want me to say now?" "Are you actually asking me this?" Her voice wobbled, anger running out of fuel. "Yeah," he said, and he was smirking now, fond and infuriating. "Any last wishes of my wife before I bury her alive." ________ dive into the story of something very different from soap operas. TROOP ~ choas x cold yapper x listener age gap. doctor's divine

What if Rimjhim's father is still alive? What if Mohini was the one who kidnapped him and has been torturing him every day? What if Rimjhim finds her father in a terrible condition, almost on the verge of death? What if that discovery changes Rimjhim completely, making her hate the entire Shekhawat family, including her husband, Sameer? What if there is a role reversal between Sameer and Rimjhim? Just as Sameer once hated Rimjhim and punished her for Bua Maa's suffering, Rimjhim now does the same-punishing him for sins he never committed.

This story will take place as an aftermath of ep 234 of the show Rimjhim. It will not follow the original storyline of the show. It'll contain ★Jealousy ★Yearning ★Banter ★SMUT ★Might be emotional if my periods are goin on Hope y'all like it

Noor Manzil - where traditions are sacred, chaos feels like home, and secrets breathe behind every closed door. Mushk Shah is sweet, innocent, and effortlessly mischievous - the kind of girl who fills every room with laughter without even trying. Her world revolves around family dinners, teasing cousins, university days, and harmless fun. But in a house where glances linger a little too long and silence speaks louder than words, nothing stays simple forever. Because sometimes feelings grow where they shouldn't. Sometimes the one you trust the most becomes the reason you break. In Noor Manzil, love doesn't come alone - it brings jealousy, misunderstandings, pride, and choices that can change everything. Maybe someone will fall in love. Maybe someone will be betrayed. Maybe someone will step back... silently. After all, not every smile hides happiness. Not every promise is meant to last. And not every love story chooses the obvious path. In Noor Manzil, every heart has a secret.

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ ↪𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 - 24 years old, 5'3. Beautiful surgeon. She is introverted yet talkative and expressive to people with whom she is comfortable. Shy, sweet, soft-hearted and kind yet strong enough to take a stand against the wrong. Reads fictional books, a hopeless romantic. Gift-giving is her love language. Wants to experience and deeply fall in love but only with the right person, who she has yet to find. ↪𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 - 29 years old, 6'2. A hot topic for media and girls. Was the popular boy in his teenage era. The most eligible bachelor in the state currently. CEO of Raghuvanshi & Co. A gym freak and workaholic, who portrays a rude and poker face mask. Lovable and soft for his family. Hasn't dated yet neither wishes to do it in the future. He is from a Royal background and is involved in the mafia. She is emphatic He is rude She talks a lot He is a man of his words She puts others before herself He doesn't care about other people She is sunshine and bubbly He is grumpy and cold She wishes for her partner to be like those fictional men in her book Will he be her fictional man? A soft romance, a book you can come to when you want to be wrapped in a blanket of warmness and butterflies. A book with lots of romance, teasing and a little bit of drama.