Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.

Dama'at al-Qamar- a Series Yuanfen- A fated bond (Book 4 of the Series) It's not luck. It's not coincidence. It's destiny with a soft touch. He fell first and harder. Kavir Aryan - 24. Indian. Cold hands, colder silences. Believes in nothing, until her. Jealous. Brilliant. Secretly searching for God. Rua Isa Bilal - 22. Pakistani. Fire in a dupatta. Witty. Loud without speaking. She guides strangers online-but forgets to save herself.

Book -II of The Same Stranger Trilogy -------------- 🚨 Read the Disclaimer. They say tragedy comes in threes. Did Dhruvi escape one... or has she already stumbled into the next? She tore herself free from Adhrit Agnihotri. But freedom is an illusion. His shadow lingers, waiting, watching. He is not finished with her. But this time, fate twists sharper. Because Veer is back. Or perhaps... he never left. Hidden in the unlit corners, lurking beneath calm waters, always there-unseen, unforgotten. Dhruvi tried to forget. But fate does not forget. Before everything else, she was Veer ki Sia first. She may have escaped Adhrit Agnihotri. But can she escape the man who was once her beginning- and might just be her end? Who? Veer. Her past. Her everything. Now staring back at her... face to face The past doesn't knock. It breaks in. And , Some shadows never fade. Some come back to claim you. You can't outrun what was once yours. Tragedy was only waiting its turn. ------------ BLURB:- "Next time ...you so much as look at another man... you'll remember this-my cum , soaking your bra and panties," he growls against my ear, the heat of his breath scalding.

Child marriage as bizarre and absurd as it sounds to most of us, It is an existing reality of most of the teens of the many south-western countries of the world!! With that being said When I came across the Mayi Ri, I felt a lot of expressions could be done with Annie and Fakhir's relationship, And also The mature aspects of their marriage So here's my basic attempt to write my version of Annie and Fakhir's relationship where Fakhir and Aeniy fall in love , With that being said Lets dive right in !!! ~~Hope you guys enjoy~~~~~~

𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 : 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓 Isha was never meant to love. Broken, scarred, and trapped in the echoes of a past that refused to let go, she knew better than to trust-especially a man. Raghav never believed in love at first sight-until the day he saw her. The girl who hid behind shadows, who flinched at his presence, who begged him to stay away. Still, his heart refused to listen. In a world where silence spoke louder than words, could love ever to bridge the distance between a man who wanted to protect and a woman too afraid to be touched?

please leave me you bastard... don't touch me help me .. help

this story is completely my imagination. it's just for fun so forget about votes and enjoy it. it's a mature content so read only if you are comfortable.

❤👭👰📚🤵🏭🤰..... He is just seventeen, driven by passion. and Hope She is Sixteen, Someone easily surrender to love for him, she is his friend, companion, cousin, and now wife, a bond he longs to honor with all earnestness. For her, he was once a playmate, a secret keeper, an executor of her wishes, and now he is her husband, her confidant, her Majazi Khuda-her Pati Parameshwar. Simply her Hubby Godly! ,, divine in his devotion. His Passion, Her Love is my humble yet bold attempt 🔞-an emotional journey through love, a sensual longing melted in passion, weighed down by duty, and the search for identity. It follows two young souls torn between surrendering to the world, carving their own path, or fighting for each other. Some parts may make you smile. Some may leave you conflicted. But it's not my wish 💔-it's just how my characters behave. 🤦♀️ They're messy, raw, and real. And I let them be. ************************************** Dear people 💚, please let me know if you like the Chapters 👩⚖️👨⚖️ It truly means so much to me. Please do comment 🗣 and click on the vote/star⭐ if you appreciate my effort.🎁 In case You dont like something then definitely Comment PS : This story is set in a fictional third-world country, Not India Not Pakistan, Or it can be Any. I'm exercising my writer's privilege here.

His gaze locked into mine, intense, unwavering. "I need a verbal answer, little rose." I could hardly find my voice, but it escaped in a trembling whisper, "Y-yes... Abhii." In the next breath, he pulled my flush against him, his hand gripping the back of my neck. His lips found mine, gentle only for the first second before deepening. His kiss was commanding, urgent-sucking on my lips as if he'd never let me go. I tried to match him, to kiss him back, but his force, his hunger was overwhelming. All I could do was yield, surrender, let him take control. Wounded King is connected to the world of Shattered Silk, but it is a complete story on its own and can be read without reading the first book. Abhishek Rana never wanted a wife - only a name to offer someone with no one left. When he finds Naina, orphaned and alone, marrying her feels like fulfilling a duty... nothing more. "Not a single chapter wasted-every page pulls you deeper into a slow-burn that won't let you go." A slow-burn, age-gap romance between two broken souls forced into an unwanted marriage - and a love neither of them saw coming.

"Aap agar soch rahe hai, mujhse nikah karne ke baad aap meri zindagi ke hero ban jaoge aur main aap ki ho jaungi toh aap badi ghalat fehmi mein hai, Mirza." Her words ceased his steps. His fingers curled into a fist, trying to control his rage which was bubbling inside him by hearing her disobedient tone. He blew out a puff of air and slowly turned around with an emotionless face. "That's where you are wrong, Hoor. I don't intend to be your hero because I'm not one." He sauntered towards her, making her take several steps back in dread until her frame crashed to the wall. Altan leaned down to her height and placed his hand at her sides, caging her fragile state. Mahoor turned her face away and pushed herself more into the wall. Her left hand started to shiver uncontrollably on which his gaze fell. Taking her trembling hand in his, Altan whispered,"Mai har kahani ka villain hi raha hu aur yeh kahani bhi koi alag nahi hogi. Tum apni ijazat se ha kahogi toh khushi hogi nahi bhi razi hogi toh koi baat nahi," his lips curled into a wicked smile, seeing tears gathered in her eyes. "Altan Mirza, har cheez apni bana hi leta hai aur tum toh meri tab hi ho chuki thi jab pehli dafa meri nazarein tumse mili thi."