𝕬 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 × 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Fayra Malik. Has always been too much. Too outspoken, too independent, too unwilling to bend. As a journalist, she chases truth with the same fire that has made her unloved by her family. Groom after groom rejects her, and with every refusal, Fayra feels less like a daughter and more like property put up for sale. Until one night, she saves the wrong person from the doom. From that moment on, Fayra is no longer alone. The shadows follow her. Eyes linger, presence watches, silent and deadly. A stalker. Azrael Qureshi. Known to the world as the Attorney of Death, Azrael lives a life built on lies and shadows. By day, he is untouchable. By night, he hunts the very organization that once destroyed him. But beneath his calculated cruelty lies a terrifying truth, Azrael is diagnosed with alexithymia, a condition that strips him of emotion. And if it remains uncured, he risks becoming the monster he despises. Desperate, he makes a dangerous choice. Marriage. Fayra becomes his experiment. His temptation. The embodiment of everything he cannot feel. She becomes his legal possession. But if there is one thing Fayra Malik hates more than rejection, it is being owned. And when fire is trapped in the hands of a man who cannot feel... someone is bound to burn. ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊 is a botanist who resides in an rurban village near the Dibang Valley. She wants to discover a crystalline lily also known as the 𝐑𝐚𝐤𝐭-𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧 to create an universal antitoxin but the villagers have already warned her about the folklore of the 𝐕𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧, the evil guardians who harvest the souls of those who venture inside the forest. Despite the warnings, she goes inside the forest only to find her path blocked by 𝑵𝒊𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒏, a Van Rakshasa whose lethal reputation hides a soul bound to the very flower she seeks to claim.

Yeh Moh Moh ke dhaage teri ungliyon se ja uljhe~⁠♪ •A Tale of An Artist and The Broken Soul Prisoned In Darkness• ~She had the simplicity of white and knew how to combine every colour in her... ~He was colourless imprisoned in darkness... ~She never stop smiling... ~He never actually smiled.... ~She was the flower... ~Who bloomed in his darkest night... ~They had hatred in their eyes, who never meant together... |But... destiny had other other plans| ...He forced her to marry him ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •What could be the reason that she agreed to marry him? •What will happen when two people who hate eachother will be tied together for lifetime? •Will they ever fall in love with eachother? •Will they able to unfold the truth? •Will they able to untangle the tangled threads of their deepest secrets? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Join me on a journey to unravel A story of Two souls bind together with a thread connecting their hearts. ─•~❉᯽❉~•─ |Reyansh×Uvani|

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

"𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇." They told me her name would bring influence. That her bloodline would open doors no campaign ever could. That marrying her would tie me to the minister whose word sways cabinets and commands kings. I was twenty-two, hungry and unshaken- A 𝒢𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓏𝒾 by name, born of legacy and cold-blooded business. So I agreed. To the alliance. To the girl. 𝒜𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾. She was fifteen when they marked her as mine. Eighteen when we signed the nikkah. I never saw her-only the tremble of pale fingers, and the quiet grace in her signature beside mine. And then I left. Now, at the brink of becoming the youngest Chief Minister this state has ever seen, they say it's time to complete the picture. Time for her rukhsati. Time to claim the girl I never forgot to remember. She's the granddaughter of a man who could make me king. And somehow, she's also the one thing in this game that feels... undeserved. And now she's waiting. And I don't know if I'm ready. Because what do men like me know of worthiness, when all we've ever known is conquest?

Kavya,after being molested by her in-laws runs away one week before her wedding and ends up in a village. Keshav who is a priest in a village, who fell for kavya the second he saw her. What will happen when kavya asks him to marry her but it will be a CONTRACT MARRIAGE.

Betrayal never stays buried. Despite the depth of the hole it has buried into, it crawls through the bloodlines- starving, festering. It slowly spreads through the heritage like a plague- poisoning and rotting whatever comes in its way. Decades ago, empires fell due to the same illness. Families burned to ash, blood spilled onto the road as dynasties came crashing down. What was supposed to be a tie of blood, was cut down with the dagger of treachery and greed. But the past isn't dead, it's patient. It remembers. Jiya protects her heart of gold with the steel of bitterness. Soft where she chooses, steel everywhere else. Trusts too easily for some, not nearly enough for others. One wrong glance and she could bleed. Or bend knees. Diya was chaos wrapped in control. Harsh, sharp and untouchable to other. The poison of heritage amused her like some clown in the circus. But for the few she loves, she breaks herself open willingly. Nikola's intelligence is a weapon, His patience a trap. Viransh's charm is guillotine. They don't chase, they trap. They don't lie, they bend the reality on their wills, carving their chosen words into the depth of your mind. Every silence is a strategy and every glance a warning. From ruins, they rose. Bratva. Cartel. Power rebuilt darker and lethal than before. They lost as a dynasty and rose as reign of carnage. Now the past is clawing into the present. Unknown empires washing up to the shore like corpses floating loosely around the sea. Loyalties are fractured and past is questioned. Hearts are crushed down by the weight of treachery and hate. Nothing is sacred. Nothing goes away untouched- love, innocence and trust. Blood will stain hands, desire and betrayal would carve itself into everyone's heart. And by the time this gamble would end, only the cunning minds and strongest hearts would remain with their blood-stained hands and carnage carved into their bones.  

PLOT PURELY BASED ON THE AUTHOR'S IMAGINATION. Tara Mahajan is a vision of beauty wrapped in innocence. Her charm is not just skin deep but resonates from the genuine kindness that radiates from within. She is a delicate bloom in the garden of life, captivating all who have the privilege of knowing her. Karan Randhawa, the son of the owners of the biggest law firm in India, is a devil yet sunshine. One can get wrapped around his finger without even realizing it. His wit is a sparkling beacon, navigating conversations with clever charm and a quick, playful mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Everything was going smoothly in their lives until a night decided to knock on their destinies, making them cross each other's paths in a very unexpected yet painful way. He becomes her saviour while she fills the void of his inner peace. Together, they develop an inseparable yet unknown peaceful connection. But the question is, what has life kept for them further? Will they just be a SAVIOUR and a REFUGEE or life has some other plans? Will fate show mercy on them or will they yearn for each other forever? Witness the journey of two entirely different souls, bound by the thread of fate. WHEN THE RADIANT TRICKSTER MEETS THE INTELLIGENT NAÏVE. All rights reserved©️

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐗 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 | "𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨" she screamed right into his face, her voice laced with pure venom. Tears kept spilling from her eyes, but her grip on the gun never weakened. She had expected him to shout back. But all she found was his unwavering stare. "𝗦𝗼... 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹?" The words came out of him with a faint harshness, as though they were dragged from somewhere painfully deep. His jaw tightened slightly. But all he received in return was silence. And somehow, that silence was louder than any answer she could have given. His eyes searched her face-the trembling lips, the red, swollen eyes, the helpless fury trying desperately to hide heartbreak. Then his voice cut through the stillness again. "𝗪𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗶𝗴... 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁?" The words struck her like a blow to the chest. Her breath stuttered, her composure collapsed. And that was all he needed. He moved. Slow. Deliberate. "𝗦𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗰𝘁?"he said quietly, his voice low and cutting. "𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀... 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲..."He paused for half a second, watching her break. "...𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗮𝗻𝘀-" BANGGGG. The sound ripped through the room. He never got to finish his sentence. The bullet tore through his arm. His body jerked back. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to stand still. Then...his smirk widened. "𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻... 𝗠𝘆 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲."

𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦: 𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘷𝘪 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴-𝘵𝘰-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘢. She's stubborn, always has been actually. Doesn't take things seriously unless she wants to. Chaos? Yeah, that never really bothered her. But there was one thing she always kept her distance from . It was the world her father used to be a part of, and she had seen enough to know just how dangerous it was. The world where loyalty and betrayal walk side by side , where people live knowing tomorrow isn't promised. *Ahem* But babygirl still walked into the same world she once hated. Just to ruin him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Him isn't just any man. He's is the one whose name alone is enough to make people sweat, a man who lives and dies for brotherhood. After all, he's Haryanvi, and everyone knows a Haryanvi isn't truly a Haryanvi if loyalty for his brothers doesn't run in his blood. But his loyalty goes even deeper for that one man. And for him, he would destroy anyone. Even the girl he was once obsessed with. Note ☞⁠￣⁠ᴥ⁠￣⁠☞ English is not my first language so ignore mistakes Translation of haryanvi dialogues are available.