Ishaan is a Boy from Delhi, Visiting Kerala to attend his Girlfriend's Sister's Marriage ! You will See How their Love is the Cutest and unbreakable ❤️

⟢𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 3⟢ "In a world where I wasn't allowed to be seen, he was the only one who looked at me softly." I never understood why Professor Izmair Raiyesi noticed me at all. I wasn't special. I wasn't bold. I wasn't even free. I was simply trying to survive a marriage where silence was safer than speaking, where leaving home for my scholarship felt like the only breath I was allowed each day. But he saw me anyway-quietly, carefully, as if the act itself was dangerous. He never crossed a line, never let a single word slip beyond what was appropriate. Yet in every controlled glance, every measured moment, there was something I couldn't name... something he tried harder than anyone to hide. Because he doesn't belong to me. And I belong to someone else. But desire doesn't ask for permission. It simply fractures, softly, silently, in all the places we try to keep whole

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 18+ 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

Ashar Faris Sheikh agreed to an arranged marriage with Fariyal Naqvi. From day one, the difference between them was obvious to all around them. There were questions, raised eyebrows, and even sighs of 'poor, sweet girl'. Why? Because she's sunshine and he never smiles. He's organised, she's chaos. He lives in the darkness, she spreads light. And yet there's one thing that's mutual between them... the growing attraction.

A child marriage they never asked for. A future they never expected. She was just 13, he was 15, when their fates were bound by family and tradition. He walked away. She waited. Now she's 18, finally sent to live with the husband she barely knows... And he's 20, more distant, more bitter, and completely uninterested. To him, she's invisible. To her, he's everything she was promised-but never had. Will the boy who left ever become the man who stays? Can a marriage born in silence... ignite into something real? Child Marriage Hate-to-Love Invisible-to-Irresistible Forced Proximity / Living Together "Touch Her and You Die" Vibes Possessive Jealousy Slow Burn Obsession

In which a Nawab is torn between love and enmity, and the daughter of his enemy-swept in a web of deceit amidst a blood feud-is trapped by his desire for revenge and lured by his grey eyes. ❝ You have two options: be killed as retribution or be tied to me forever. ❞ A blood feud. Two souls. Intertwined fates. Two families engulfed in darkness, money and greed. A quest for power can lead to ruination. To fall in love is to be led astray. Mehrzads were one of the most influential family in the country, and in Dashkor, they were royals. When the sister of the Mehrzad Nawab is attacked by a Bakhtiar, one of their rivals, all hell breaks loose. The Nawab of Dashkor, Faris Mehrzad Shah, seeking vengeance, is prepared to cross any limits. Ghazal Bakhtiar has led a quiet, some would argue, sheltered life. Having a younger brother destined to follow the path of her father, and being the younger, second daughter, she lives in the world of her own ambitions, away from political intrigues and family drama. While her father tries to build an empire, she wants to escape away from her family and chase her own dreams. But for her family, she is too pure, too naive for the cruel world. She has always believed her parents are wrong, and longed for freedom, until one fateful day changes it all. Caught in the crossfire, she soon finds out just how cruel the world can be when she lands in the arms of cruelty personified, that is, the notorious Nawab himself. Will the strings that have bonded them together be colored with more blood or love?

9 august 2025 :- top 1 from top 10 india 17 august 2025 :- top 2 from top 10 india 25 october:- top 3 from top 10 india 30 october :- top 6 from top 10 india 17 feb 2026:- top 2 from top 10 India 4 july 2026 :- top 6 from top 10 5 July 2026 :- top 8 from top 10 ***************************************** Warning Mature story "Aap na bahut bure hai," a four-year-old girl said while pouting. "Main bura hoon? Kitni baar bola hai, hone wala pati hoon tera. Samajh nahi aata? Phir se 'bhaiya' bola na, toh maarunga," the ten-year-old boy replied. Her eyes filled with tears. "Me... ri... galt... i ha... i, ma... ne bola tha ki..." she stammered, crying. His heart clenched at the sight. "Accha, chup ho ja. Tofee khayegi?" he offered gently. She instantly smiled and nodded.

Zahra Abbasi is attending a wedding in Pakistan... her father's! While she isn't a fan of going back to her homeland, she is surprisingly excited about the wedding. She actually is fond of her stepmother-to-be. But will this daughter-of-the-groom end up the victim of a desi matchmaking herself? Or is something completely different written for her? Find out in this rom-com, with sweet romance and lightly sprinkled drama.

Two wandering stars colliding, suddenly hitched into the same orbit, bound for eternity. THE SINGHANIA SAGA Book-1 (A standalone) ༻❁༺ I didn't ask for a husband. He didn't want a wife. When I was pushed into an arranged marriage with Vihaan Singhania, who made it very clear he wanted to do nothing with me, I swore, I'd survive it. Keep my head high. And my heart out of it. Except staying out of his way was impossible when he was everywhere. At my midnight dinners. In my bedroom. In my head. Our deal was simple: no love, no feelings, no strings. But the closer I got to him, the more dangerous it became. Because in this game of power and pretense, someone would break. And I was terrified it was going to be me. ༻❁༺

"What a strange thing it is, isn't it, Kerim Sahab? You were giving me four crores for this dishonourable woman," Arzen said with a smile on his face as he held the tiny hand of their four-year-old, son. "And when she runs away for a better man, you would come to me for a refund," He continued, smiling as if it was a humorous thing. Sira looked at him, feeling as if someone had ripped her heart out and thrown it on the side of the road like a useless thing. She felt as if someone had shot her in her stomach. Tears froze in her eyes as she stared at him, her eyes not being able to move away. She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay with her husband and kid. Shehryar tugged on her hand, making her look at him and then he took her away. She looked behind him, meeting his gaze once again. Her hands itched to reach for him but she looked away and walked out of the building of crumbled walls and leaking ceilings. ━━━━━━━ Sira was happy with her life. She loved her husband and son. She lived in her home even if it was small and even when the load shedding would happen, or the kitchen would break, or if the ceiling started leaking in the rainy season. She was ready to endure the difficulties even if her heart wished for a bigger and better house, she wanted to stay with her Arzen and Aariz. But when her mother pressurizes her she foolishly accepts the proposal of a man who is obsessed with her. Her whole life turns upside down when she is used for pleasure while being abused by the one who was supposed to be her new husband. - Islam is a beautiful religion but Muslims aren't perfect. This book contains sinners so please don't read it with an Islamic perspective.