My heart pounded as he leaned in close to my face. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, feeling his warm breath on my skin. "You'll come to my room yourself soon," he smirked. "I will not," I grunted. "You will," he growled, releasing my wrist. "I hate you!" I cried, walking toward the exit. I wiped away my tears with my palm. I need to stay strong to find my brother. "Hate me more!" I heard his voice yell as I left the room, consumed with immense pain. ➽───────────────❥ Tara Divan, a sweet and kind-hearted woman with a fairy-like innocence, faces an unwanted situation: a party to celebrate her impending divorce from her husband, Ishaan. Ishaan, who suffers from intermittent explosive disorder, is seen by many as an uncontrollable "ogre," but the truth of their relationship runs deeper than anyone knows. While they outwardly express hatred for each other, they share a profound, hidden love that only their hearts understand. Tara plans to leave Ishaan's life before the divorce is finalized in 30 days. However, while packing her belongings to move out, she accidentally takes his diary with her. This diary holds the key to Ishaan's true feelings and emotions. Will Tara open it and finally understand the depth of his love, or will she walk away without knowing what her heart has longed for? 'Kiss At The Divorce Party' is a touching journey through love, misunderstanding, and the courage to rediscover what was once lost.

𝐀 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐡. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · اِسْتِخارَہ [istiḳhāra] seeking good 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. Before dying, Nasir-ud-din left behind one final wish: for the family he built to stay together. But in a haveli filled with old traditions, unspoken longing, family chaos, and love that grows in silence, she slowly discovers that the heart she guarded the most had already chosen him long ago. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · یہ کس پے تعویز کر رہے ہو یہ کس کو پانے کے ہیں ووظیفے تمام چھوڑو بس ایک کر لو جو استخارہ تو میں تمہارا ye kis pe ta.avīz kar rahe ho ye kis ko paane ke haiñ vazīfe tamām chhoḌo bas ek kar lo jo istiḳhāra to maiñ tumhārā

~Rudransh Nanda~ A name that either stuns you into tremendous respect for its owner or bone-shaking fear that thrums deep into your soul. The enigmatic billionaire who might have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth but grew an empire with his sheer hardwork and determination. People use three words to describe him: ruthless, cold and a beast out there to get anyone who comes across him and his family. Haunted by the horrors of his past and the calm, simmering anger that always seems out of control, he moves and lives for his family, who prays for the day someone can help him come out of his rage and actually live his life. They say that there will be a person who is written for you, solely with the purpose of turning your life around........it's destiny, an unmistakable and unshakeable truth of life. What happens when destiny makes Rudransh cross paths with the one written for him? What happens when one is living in the remnants of the past and one is running from it? What happens when light meets dark? Will darkness consume the light into it will the light shine through? Join me in this journey of pain, heartbreak and mad love! Tropes~ Grumpy*Sunshine Forced Proximity Slow Burn Romance Possessive*ML Innocent FL ~Mature content is included so please be forewarned before you dive in!~

"Look at yourself," Zaid mumbled, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her attention. "You wouldn't survive an hour out there. You are a domestic thing, Shravya. You need walls, and you need a roof upon your head. You need me." "No! I hate you!" She shrieked, nails digging into his chest the same way they were tormenting the ground earlier. "You hate me, right?" He asked in a calm tone. "Yes! Yes, I hate you! Let me go!" "Fine." He let go of her chin and took a step back. His eyes gazed at all of her, in a tactile way, grazing the outline of her body beneath the sodden fabric of her dress. "If you want to go, then go naked." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ Have you ever seen anyone wanting someone so desperately that the need drives them insane - eating them up from the inside? He said he had always loved me. Madly. From the outside, he was a beautiful man. But inside, he was a monster in human skin. To keep me, he crossed every line. Sinned again and again. He chopped the wings of my freedom, and caged me in his paradise. He ruined me. Destroyed me. But still, it wasn't enough. Why? Because insanity knows no limits. He didn't know either. ◀ | DARK PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR | ▶ ◀ | MATURE CONTENT + DARK THEMES | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ [ SCARED - Trapped For Infinity ] ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2020 © Panchi Verma

Drishti Aggarwal's life changes the night she is kidnapped. A law student daughter of Police Commissioner. Aaryav Singh Rathor. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. To the world, he is self made successful CEO, To Drishti, he is simply the monster who stole her freedom. But Aaryav didn't take her for money.He took her for revenge. Drishti is the daughter of the man who destroyed Aaryav's past. Her defiance refuses to break, her fire challenges him in ways no enemy ever dared. "You think you can scare me?" her voice trembling but unyielding. Aaryav's gaze hardens. "I don't need to scare you, sweetheart. I just need you to remember who owns your fate." Then everything changes. Aaryav disappears-gone for two years without a word, leaving Drishti with wounds no one can see. And when he returns, the darkness he brings back is far worse than anything she imagined. she was forced to marry him ... why ?? no one knows. "I hate you, Mr. Rathor," she whispers, pointing the gun at him. He staggers, blood staining his shirt. "And still... you chose my shoulder instead of my heart." His knees hit the floor, his eyes locked on hers. "Tell me, mi vida... why couldn't you kill me?" Because falling for your enemy is reckless. But falling for a man who rules the underworld might be the deadliest mistake of all.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝑰𝑺. 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏!!! " ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ What began as a glance turned into a challenge. What began as obsession turned into devotion. She noticed him before he ever realized it - watched him, studied him, memorized the quiet strength he carried like a crown. He was never meant to be easy. A man of standards. A man who believed in forever in a world addicted to temporary. He was her fascination first. Her weakness. Her silent war. But when he finally fell - he didn't stumble. He burned. This is not a love where she walks behind him. Not a story where she stands ahead to lead. She stands beside him - equal in fire, equal in madness, equal in loyalty. They are not soft. They are storms learning to breathe together. They are sparks that refuse to dim. Dangerous when provoked. Unbreakable when united. A slow burn that simmers beneath teasing glances and fierce arguments. A romance built on challenge, pride, and choosing each other - again and again. She fell first. He fell harder. And when they loved - they loved like fire. Beautiful. Blazing. Unstoppable.

Aini was still a child when her dreams were folded into wedding fabric. She imagined classrooms, exams, laughter, and a future shaped by her own choices. Instead, she was handed bangles, vows, and a marriage she never asked for. Fakhir never asked for a wife either. Restless, quarrelsome, and painfully unprepared for adulthood, he is forced to grow up overnight-becoming a husband before he ever learned how to simply be a boy. Bound by family pressure and circumstances beyond their control, Aini and Fakhir are thrown into an unwanted marriage not by love, but by responsibility, resentment, and fear. They argue. They resist. They endure. They learn to live. They learn to love. This is not a story of instant romance or effortless affection. It is a story of two teenagers learning boundaries, consent, and respect in a life that rushed them forward too soon. Of a girl who refuses to let her dreams die after marriage. Of a boy who learns slowly, imperfectly what it means to be responsible without losing himself. A studious, determined girl. A mischievous, emotionally clumsy boy. Two lives forced together before they were ready. Sometimes, love does not begin with choice. Sometimes, it begins with endurance. And sometimes if nurtured with patience it grows into something honest and lasting. What This Story Promises A green-flag male lead with realistic, earned growth A strong, studious female lead who prioritizes her dreams Slow, emotional intimacy before romance Respect, consent, and clear boundaries No cheating, no love triangles A grounded portrayal of societal pressure A realistic, well-deserved happy ending

••|3rd in Arranged Series|•• Can be read as a standalone I always find myself getting mesmerized by him. And today is no different. As I come into the corridor leading to the swimming pool with his favorite fresh orange juice, I am stunned by the sight in front of me. Stun is perhaps a small word. I am shocked, surprised, dazed, hypnotized, and bewitched by it. Do I do something really good in a while? Maybe Allah sometimes gives you a ton even without that. My prayers, my fascination, and my mind has always been filled with him. No doubt, I was lucky enough to behold this scene. My blood gets frozen in my veins as it can't even bring a blush to my cheeks. I am in an enchantment. He just performs a butterfly stroke and the way his beautiful and muscular back contrasts with the blue water, makes my jaw drop. He finally gets done with his daily swimming time and comes out of the water. His wet hair is stuck to his scalp and forehead. The water is dribbling through his hair, eyelids, and attractive beard. My breath gets stuck in my throat when he sweeps his hair away by his veiny hands. Allah, this is too much. When he stands up, his bare, sturdy, and muscular chest was all I can see. He grabs the towel and dries his body with it. When he reaches near me, I mum. He is just in his swimming shorts, looking so handsome. He is in his full glory and that is my weak point. "Earth to, Glasses." He snaps his fingers in front of her face. "I know I am a sight to behold but your eyes might get tired like this." The blood finally starts moving again. A flush soon creeps on my cheeks as he takes the glass of juice from me which causes his fingers to brush against my hand. I am doomed. That is for sure. Start Date: 04.03.2024 End Date: 31.05.2024

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