CAN BE READ AS STAND STAND-ALONE. This book serves as a prequel to Twisted Family of Sikandars, focusing on Aairah and Hayaan's journey from their first meeting to their early married life. This story is a journey through time-a tale of love, longing, and the inevitable pull of fate. Aairah fell first. She fell hard, surrendering her heart to a man who barely acknowledged its existence. For four long years, she loved him in silence, watching from a distance as her feelings grew deeper, stronger, and more unshakable. Hayaan Sikandar, the man who had unknowingly captured her heart, was a force of nature-powerful, untouchable, and entirely uninterested in love. But destiny has a way of playing its own games.

Haider khan, who lost his first love in a car accident and hid this secret with himself deep in his heart. Izza khan who loves him in the shadows without letting him know. But one night changes everything in their life and he had to marry her despite knowing that he didn't forget his first love. Yun ilzam na laga meri mohabbat par, Meine tho bas mohabbat ki hai koi gunah nahi.

"Kiss the part on my body you find attractive." she whispered huskily, her voice trembling with both boldness and vulnerability, her breaths fanning across his face. Her fingers tightened slightly, betraying her anticipation. "Mirha." He began, his tone trying to stop her, though there was a tension in his chest that betrayed his own struggle. "Please." She begged, her eyes glistening, full of pleading and raw need, her lips parted slightly as if waiting for him to cross a line he couldn't resist. Eric sighed, a deep exhale that carried both restraint and surrender, closing his eyes for the briefest second. When he opened them, they fell on her nose, right where the delicate nose ring- gifted by him- rested. His fingers lifted gently, cradling her chin, his touch light but electrifying. Slowly, deliberately, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss on the nose ring, letting the warmth of his lips linger as if committing it to memory. But he wasn't done. His gaze lingered on her, dark and intense, before he pulled away just enough to shift the momentum. His hand wrapped around her fingers, gently removing her grip from his collar and without a word, he guided her by the waist, making her sit on the cool slab of the sink. Her pulse raced, every touch from him sending shivers across her skin. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and breathless, as he bent down, his fingers brushing over her ankle where her delicate anklets jingled faintly. He kissed the small mole on her ankle, his lips soft and warm, sending an unexpected wave of heat through her body. Her breath hitched, shallow and trembling, as she felt his lips linger and a rush of emotions- shyness, exhilaration, desire flooded her senses. ~~~ Add this book to your library if you want to read a slow burn romance with just the perfect amount of tension...

"I don't like sharing what's mine. I don't even like when someone touches what's mine. And you Kiara, you are mine." Fuck, I was so much turned on right now. I nodded at him. "Words, Kia. I need words." "I am yours." His lips came crashing onto mine as soon those words left my mouth. ♡♡♡ He already had his supposed love of his life in his arms while she was too lazy to care for one. Fate brought them together. Arranged in a marriage by their respective family without knowing each other, how will they accept it? Will they give a chance to their marriage...?

"Having a sister is a blessing but maybe some people are not able to understand it" Everything was fine before their parents died, and everything changed. Not because they were dead cause still they were each other's support after that also but one day their faiths changed. Two brothers fell apart from their sister who loved them by her whole heart.nothing but a misunderstanding ruined the love they has for their sister, Aiza. On the other hand there are the cousins who are more like real siblings to them. And in that there's one more sister who the brothers love alot. Seeing the brothers loving there cousin, even though she didn't mind it as she loves her sister too, but still she felt worthless thinking that maybe their love isn't in her faith anymore. what will happen when she gives up on them?what will happen when she gets fed up from their ignorance? will she finally confront them? will she be able to let out her emotions? Get into the book to find out how they'll realise their mistakes and will let out the love they have for her. A family journey with alot of fun,fights and realisations. The urdu/hindi dialogues will not be translated in english, so please don't mind that. Picture's used in this book are not mine,credit goes to the owners,but the story line is mine so kindly do not copy. Enjoy!

#1 in Deals & Desires Series The life of a sunshine professor Pankti Bajaj(24),takes a drastic shift when she faces the harsh reality on her wedding night that she isn't married to her fiance instead to his elder brother - Maahir Raghuvanshi (30), a grumpy businessman, owner of Elayne Group of Hotels which he inherited as a part of his family's legacy. She was betrayed by life, shattering her dreams and wishes connected with her fiance whom she met through an arranged marriage setup but now she is bound to be the wife of Maahir Raghuvanshi and has no option other than to spend the rest of her life in Raghuvanshi Mansion where each wall has a story to tell, a mystery to solve. But here comes the question - Was that game actually planned by destiny or was there someone who wanted them to tie themselves in the sacred knot of marriage? If yes, then who is it?

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 They hated each other. Academic rivals. Family friends. Nothing more. Years apart felt like freedom- Until fate brought them face to face again. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔... I kissed her back. Once. Twice. But then I forced myself to pull away. Her eyes fluttered open in confusion. I cupped her face gently, brushing my thumb across her cheekbone. "l'll hate myself tomorrow if I take advantage of this moment." "I'd never hate you," she whispered, eyes heavy-lidded. "You're the only place I feel safe." And it hit me harder than the kiss. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆... I broke the kiss, breathing heavy, my forehead resting against hers. "You belong to me," I whispered, voice raw. "I'm your husband, Ruhi. Not him. Me." She swallowed hard, her lips still trembling. "I know," she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" "No. Listen to me." He cupped her face, firm but not rough. "You're mine to hold. Mine to protect. Mine to kiss. Mine to fight with. Mine to lose sleep over. Not some asshole who thinks a toy will get him what he wants."

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

लिख तू कुछ ऐसा ऐ-दिल, जिसे पढ़..! वो रोये भी ना और, रात भर सोये भी ना..!! This book is a collection of short stories that will make you fall in love with yourself. Thank you for choosing it. 𝟏. 𝐈𝐙𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐑 𝟐. 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐌