After marriage - a new beginning of Sherakh's endless love.💍❤️ Will their love remain as sweet and savory as before, or will it fade... or perhaps grow even deeper with time?⏳ #Sherakh #SehShhal #ishqdichashni #IDC

Dameer Esfendyar al-Badr, the Crown Prince of the kingdom in exile, has long ago forgotten the rules of royalty. Too bad Mahin Arsalan is back to remind him of every last one - especially the one that had haunted him for years : ❛ what is a king without his queen? ❜ | NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON |

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.

"I wish me and you could live together in the same time ever in any universe".......𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒗💌 . .🍀 .🌷 . " People say your life's last 7 minutes belong to someone you love and cherish the most.... I wish it to be 𝒀𝑶𝑼 ".......... 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒗❤‍🩹

I get why Beauty fell in love with the Beast, but it doesn't change who Carter is. There's no magical rose or kiss that will turn him into a prince. All Carter Cross will ever be is a beast. A cold-hearted and ruthless, mafia king, trapped in a castle of his own making. I'm the daughter of his enemy and his new possession. A mafia bargain for war. I thought that's all I was to him, but I was never prepared for for the next page of our story...

This book is a sequel to Khalifa and cannot be read as a standalone. To avoid spoilers, description and excerpt are added inside the book. ✵ Started: May 2, 2022. Completed: December 3, 2022. ✵ cover by @xniftykayx

His a disaster. She is a broken lentil leaf. Ruhaan Wajid Alam Shah, an indestructible man, with morals, looks and what not. In love with his cousin named Nisa. A CEO of Alam Shah Compnay. An eldest and most favourite person of Haveli. He is 35, but his mama treats him like he is still 5! Rooh Rizwaan Usmaan, A fragile soul, with broken heart, traumatised with her parents divorced. An university student with a heart disease! She is 18. but far more mature than her age. loved by her guardian angel called Nisa (gudiya). What will happen when Ruhaan gains knowledge about Nisa's sudden death? and forcefully marries Rooh!?

He is obsessed. For her. She is a broken soul. Armaan Nouman Ali Khan is a 6ft 2 inches tall, handsome man. Obsessed with his childhood love. Cold for others but has a soft side for his childhood love. He has his personal art room filled with his childhood love's portraits and a mystery box filled with his childhood love's things. Zaisha Furqan Ahmed is a 5ft 3 inches petite girl. She is a mess. She is a broken soul and endures her battles non-stop without a break. She faces her own challenges without having anyone beside her. All she asks for is a little peace in her life and a cure for her messed up life. What will happen if Armaan gets married to Zaisha? How will Zaisha find her peace? Will it be a life Zaisha asked for after becoming Armaan's wife?