"Five nights. Spend five nights with me and I will let your brother go." "I don't spend my nights in brothels." *** Full summary inside. Student x teacher Forced proximity Age gap Hate to love #1 muslimlovestory 06.25.25 #1 southasian 07.10.25

1985. The City of dreams. Red double decker buses, kaali-peeli taxis, radios, Doordarshan, video cassettes and rotary dial phones. DCP Amarnath arrives in Bombay with a mission, straight and clear: To tackle the notorious Crime Syndicates. As the city unravels itself, he learns that alongside the battle against organised crime, it is a full-fledged war against his uncooperative heart as it trips over relentlessly at the sight of the headstrong Gauri, who contrasts him in every possible way, beginning with her profession: Law. Before cellphones, before swipes-there was a Bombay kind of love.... Visit the BLURB chapter for a detailed trailer!

#3 in India (10/10/23) ••• "Listen to me, Do not expect anything from me or this marriage. I only married you because of my baba." His every word pierced through her soul. He didn't wait for her reply, he wasn't expecting any reply from her, she never opens her mouth in front of him. Hayder stood up and was about to go to washroom to change. "I married you because of my mother, otherwise you can never be my ideal choice" Hyra's words made him stop on his track. Turning to her, he saw her standing beside the bed, looking at him with challenging eyes. Her words irked him, going to her, he held her arm tightly in his hand. "Don't you dare to talk back to me otherwise I will cut your tongue." He warned her in a low, dangerous tone. "Ouch!" A soft whimper left her mouth, she tried to free her arm from him. Her eyes brimmed with tears. He was holding her arm very tightly, it might leave bruise later. He left her arm. "One more thing, whatever happened in this room should stay in this room. If you complain to anyone about anything, you will see the worst side of mine." Before leaving, he told her. "You can not be anymore worst." Hyra mumbles to herself, wiping her tears. •••

❝Mummy, meri shaadi karvado.❞ Aditya Shrivastava had lived half of his life third-wheeling his friends and their partners. While they went on dates, he was debugging a hundred lines of code. While they got married, he was breaking sweat for an early promotion. Now they're all happy and settled, and he can't help but envy them. Getting a girl on his own was an impossible feat to achieve for Aditya. He couldn't even keep a stable eye contact with people of the opposite gender. Hence, he heavily relied on his mother to get him hitched. He was desperate for a life like his settled friends, unaware there's more to a relationship than book-y romance and cuddle nights. And when he crosses paths with Priya Mathur, the elder sister of the first potential bride he wishes to meet, his life goes spiralling in a whirlwind of sweet and sour love he hadn't expected himself to fall for.

تم سے رنجش بھی ہے اختلاف بھی اور کچھ ع ش ق بھی ᴍᴀɴʏ ʟɪᴠᴇs ᴇɴᴛᴀɢʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ; ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴᴅs, ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs, ғᴜɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋs. ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡɪɴ? ʜᴜʀᴛ? ᴛʀᴜsᴛ? ʟᴏᴠᴇ? ꧁ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴜʀᴅᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ (ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇs). sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʙᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ꧂ ══════•❁❀❁•══════ RATINGS ☆ #1 morals | 09/16/2021| © copyrights belong to Nawaal.

Yeh nikkah deal hai yaad rahey! Iss baazi mein koi ek bhi haar gya toh? Game over ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Tumhey kia ho gya hai Safoorah? Koi meri Rooh le gya hai! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Tum zindagi ko itna seriously kyoun leti ho? Tum nahi letey? Nahi. Zindagi bhi toh humey serious nai leti ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Kyoun karr raha hai apne saath aisa? Kia kr raha hun mein? Yaad nahi aati uski? Nahi ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Ruhaan. Safoorah. Aarish. Zaira. | Four lives: One story | A venture of different cultures, languages, love, friendship, hate, tears, laughters, faith, relations and a deep journey of shaping souls by their own chisels. As Rumi says; Every moment I shape my destiny with the chisel, I'm the carpenter of my own soul. © copyrights belong to Nawaal.

For your sake. The story of Prime Minister Zaydaan Ziagil and his first lady.

FAN FICTION - because I'm a fan of Sidharth Shukla and Shehnaaz Kaur Gill, and is fictional. I gain no profits from this. It also has made up characters and fictional events. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I gain absolutely no profits from writing this, apart using this platform to express my love for SidNaaz and talk about issues and important events in life. This book also covers issues of mental health, relationships, motherhood, hard pregnancies, mental issues, familial standings, etc. It's filled with empowerment, with the utmost respect and love for Sidharth and Shehnaz. Its because I'm a fan who writes fiction. Thank you. The same Bigg Boss, the same game but what if love collided in ways you never thought before? What if Sidharth and Shehnaz struggle to find a way to keep their life under wraps with a 150 cameras around, when things fall against them time and again, will they rise? Or will it end what never began? #SidNaaz a bunch of what ifs. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, there have been adaptations from real life events and have been altered, but is still FICTION, it's NOT real. The characters are fictional. None of it is real. Not one bit. It's written with the utmost truthfulness and respect for all the characters in the book. I never intend to cross a line or depict negativity. It's based on a few characters and events but is 100% fictional. It's purely non-profit , not intended with any malicious intentions, and for entertainment purposes. And is completely legal. Does not aim to disrespect any of the characters or create disharmony. FICTION AND ENTERTAINMENT ONLY.

Hikayat (Completed✔) 'It's better to fight for what you love than stay silent and regret forever. But if who you're fighting is also the same person you want; What would you do? If the one that broke your heart is also the one who loved it like no other.. what would you remember; the love or the betrayal? Hikayat, A passionate tale of love and betrayal. The tale of Harris; who loved and loved so deeply, his love became his ruin. Of Vania, the girl who yearned for love and collected the tinniest bit of it, absorbing it in the depths of her soul. Of Airaa who had yet to learn the meaning of love, of friendship. Learn to fall and experience the pain of losing to your heart. Of Ayaan and his magnanimous heart. Who understood the hard way; to take a stand before getting crushed and forced into something you don't ever want to be. .............. Take a peek into their crazy emotional life, that'll have you keep turning pages till you reach the end. Disclaimer! Book dialogues in Roman Urdu not entirely translated.

'Ho naksh lamhon pe aise banaye Muddaton se bhi woh mit na paaye' Moments in time felt like a hoax. Nothing would ever last for a moment. Especially not pain. Especially not loss. Especially not the plight of life ending before it even began. Nothing would be merciful enough to last for just a moment. That was how it was in life. The pricking of the soul, the brokenness of the heart, the burning agony of the spirit, nothing. Absolutely nothing lasted for just a moment. Instead, they became constants in life. They became a companion that was more like a demon than a mate. Just how was one supposed to get over those moments that lasted a lifetime. *A fanfiction. I do not own the characters of this book. I gain no profits from writing this. It is purley for entertainment purposes.* #SidNaaz