𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 #1 𐙚 "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫" 𐙚 ᴀʏᴀɴsʜ x ᴀʀʏᴀ ୨୧ AYANSH SINGHANIA ୨୧ A name that commands power, fear, and absolute dominance. One of Asia's youngest and most ruthless businessmen-a Mafia King whose name alone strikes terror. Arrogant, fierce, and dangerously unpredictable, he is a storm that never bends. Women crave him, power surrounds him, but love? Love is a weakness he buried long ago. Betrayal taught him that. Yet, beneath the ice and steel, there is one truth only a few will ever know-a heart that still beats, but only for one. "𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭." ୨୧ ARYA KAPOOR ୨୧ A soul of gentleness and light, yet burdened by shadows. Sweet, naive, and kindhearted-she believes in love, though she's never known it. Born into a house, but never a home. Abuse, neglect, and broken dreams shaped her, yet her heart still beats for art-her only escape. Fate, cruel as ever, leads her to a man she should fear-a storm of fire and ice. And yet, he becomes the only place she ever felt safe. "𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝." Tropes Grumpy x Sunshine, Age gap, Arrange marriage, Bi

Minsa Rayen was 19 - wild, stubborn, and unafraid to speak her truth. King Jibran Al-Azmir was 29 - the merciless king who believed emotions were a weakness. When Minsa Rayen dared to question him, King Jibran Al-Azmir made her pay. Their first meeting ended with a locked door and her trembling inside it. She hated him for his cruelty. He hated her for her defiance. She was the only one who dared to challenge him - and the only one who made his heart burn in ways he didn't understand. But hate has a strange way of turning into something else. Something dangerous. Something beautiful. In a kingdom where power ruled and love was forbidden, their hatred became the beginning of something neither could control.

Love's grip can drive one to the brink, as evidenced by Idris kazmi's life being upended by a single encounter with a mysterious girl. The aftermath of meeting her once catalyzed his unraveling. Her haunting beauty consumed his every waking thought, driving him to the edge of reason. He became obsessed, serenading her in his mind day and night, losing all control. This ardor threatened to grow into an unsettling obsession. An obsession that will blur the lines between love and madness. Sooner or later.

Unki pehli mulaqat mein lafzon ki zarurat nahi thi , unki aankhon ne hi kissa likh diya. prem ka~ Previously known as his ardhangini-hind saga.

He promised her father he will take care of her if anything happens to him. Now it was time to fill that promise but what he didn't expect was that little girl who use to follow him everywhere has grown into beautiful and mannered woman. He let his selfish desires take over and married her. Make her his. When he already was betrothed to someone else

🌌 Whisper's of Destiny 🌌 By @ashii_verse 🖤 "Some stories aren't meant to be told. They're meant to bleed through silence... and leave scars where no one sees." --- Avni. Soft. Subtle. Almost invisible to the world. But beneath her quiet grace lies a storm she's too afraid to name. She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't ask for more. She simply exists - until he sees her. The man no one dares to look in the eye... yet she meets his gaze with trembling honesty. Rajveer. Sharp mind. Cold presence. A man who speaks less and controls more. He doesn't crave love. He craves silence, control, and order. But there's something about her - the way she lowers her eyes when he speaks, the way her fear doesn't hide her truth - that draws him in like a storm waiting to be unleashed. --- ❝ You look at me like I'm human, Avni... ❞ ❝ But I've spent my whole life making sure I'm not. ❞ ❝ And still... ❞ ❝ You make me want to be yours. ❞ --- This is not a love story. This is restraint and desire at war. A girl too soft for his world. A man too dangerous for hers. And a fate that ties them together - not gently, but violently. He doesn't know how to love. She doesn't know how to leave. And somewhere in the silence between them, something begins to burn... slowly, darkly, beautifully. ✨ Whisper's of Destiny - a haunting slow-burn of longing, power, and a love so quiet... it leaves nothing untouched. ---

Inaya is the embodiment of innocence, a young woman with a heart full of light, untouched by the harshness of the world. Raised in an orphanage, she believes in the goodness of people, her life filled with quiet joy and the belief that everything happens for a reason. But her peaceful world is shattered when she crosses paths with Reyansh Malik, Hyderabad's most feared Mafia don. Reyansh is a force of nature-a ruthless, powerful man whose life is defined by bloodshed, greed, and control. Known for his cruel, calculating nature, he sees emotions as weaknesses and people as pawns in his game. But when he meets Inaya, something inside him shifts. He's drawn to her purity, her light, something he's never had and can never understand. Inaya is forbidden, too pure for someone like him, but that only fuels his obsession. As Reyansh relentlessly pursues her, Inaya is caught between her fear and an inexplicable attraction. Will she be able to hold onto her innocence, or will she be consumed by the darkness Reyansh offers? And as Reyansh struggles with his own inner battle, he must confront a truth he's spent a lifetime avoiding-there may be something more to life than power and control. His Innocent Angel is a story of light versus darkness, love versus obsession, and the fragile line between innocence and corruption.

"𝐇𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞... 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐣." "𝐖𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚, 𝐣𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚." She was a widow, he was a mad king. She lived in white, her days as hollow as the bangles she shattered at her husband's pyre. He lived in red, a force of chaos wrapped in flesh, his path painted in the blood of the fallen, his throne a pyre of the conquered. His enemies feared his madness. His allies feared his boredom. He did not rage to conquer-he raged to feel, to break the silence that clung to his soul like the ashes of his fallen foes. She wasn't just a bride, she was the prize, the possession he won in a war. He extended his hand, rough and scarred, the hand that had broken empires and crushed crowns. His voice was a low rumble, a whisper wrapped in steel. "Yeh haath ek shauk nahi... ek zimmedari hai. Thukra dengi toh bhi, zindagi bhar yeh haath kisi aur ke liye nahi badhega." She looked at the outstretched hand, the hand that had shattered kingdoms, and her lips curled in a bitter, ghostly smile. "Vidhva hai hum... Bhagwan bhi maaf nahi karenge." He stepped closer, the air between them thick with unspoken promises and dangerous desires, his jaw tightening, eyes darkening with a madness only she seemed capable of awakening. "Jab mard pe daag lagta hai, uski kamai se dhul jaata hai. Magar aurat par jo daag lagta hai, woh uske marne ke baad bhi zinda rehta hai." His fingers twitched, aching to trace the curve of her neck, to feel the pulse beneath her fragile skin, to break the distance between madness and defiance. "Aap mere liye sirf kamzori nahi, junoon hai," he murmured, his voice rough, the words a dark promise. "Aur junoon ke raaste mein aane wale log sirf ek hi anjaam paate hain-maut." And in that stolen breath, where white met red, where restraint clash