"Aap bhut bure ho"🤣 "Ab jo bhi hoon apka hoon Chaudharain"😍 ...................... "Pati ji suniye"❤️ "Ha bolo meri Chaudhrain"🔥 👑Veer Chaudhary The man who carried the weight of an entire village on his shoulders. At 28 years old, Veer Chaudhary was the respected Sarpanch of his village. A man of few words, feared by many and understood by none. His strict rules, commanding voice, and piercing gaze were enough to silence an entire crowd. No one dared to look him in the eyes while speaking. Dressed in a simple white kurta-pajama with a traditional turban, he lived a disciplined life, believing that respect was earned through honesty, responsibility, and justice-not fear. People called him stone-hearted. But behind that emotionless face was a man who had buried every feeling for the sake of his village. --- 💓Paro An 18-year-old village girl with innocent eyes and a heart full of dreams. After losing her mother as a child, her Baba became her entire world. He loved her more than his own life and protected her from every sorrow he could. But the village never accepted her. People called her "Manhoos" (inauspicious). They whispered that she brought bad luck. They warned others not to meet her eyes. Every cruel word slowly filled her heart with fear until she stopped believing she deserved love or happiness. She lived quietly, hiding behind her veil, afraid of the world that had judged her without ever knowing her. One was feared by the village. The other was rejected by it. What happens when the village's fearless 28-year-old Sarpanch crosses paths with the girl everyone calls cursed? A heart-touching love story set in a beautiful Indian village during the 1990s, where traditions were stronger than emotions... and love had to fight against society itself.

ᴀ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ Qais Sikandar is a man living in the shadow of loss and loyalty. Haunted by the woman he was forced to leave and bound by family expectations after his elder brother's death, he marries Mishaal Sikandar. a woman too gentle to demand love and too kind to complain. Her world is small, her education limited, but her heart is vast. His indifference becomes her silent suffering. Yet she endures-for the sake of Zehra, their six-year-old daughter who carries innocence where adults carry scars. ✿ Shehryar Sikandar is warmth in human form, admired for his kindness and respected for his faith. enters a marriage built on lies. Rumesa-a woman of haya and faith who teaches Deen to young girls. But Rumesa's painful past refuses to loosen its grip. Declared "unacceptable" by society, she is trapped in a marriage built on lies, orchestrated by the very family meant to protect her. Can a bond formed on deception turn into mercy? ✿ Zumar Sikandar is a psychiatrist who understands minds better than emotions. Sharp-tongued, impatient, and unapologetically herself, she is everything Ates Arslan did not expect. Half Turkish, half Pakistani, a celebrated chef came tk Pakistan for expanding his family's restaurant empire. Ates is drawn not to her softness-but to her fire. What starts as fascination turns into obsession, and obsession threatens to unravel them both. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: 24 / 02 / 2026 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: ________

After her step-father's death, Sage Carter is forced to return back to her home town- and into the cold halls of Ambrosia Academy. A school where privilege hides rot and her past still haunts her. Especially, Nikolai Parker. Now darker, crueller and obsessed with breaking what's left of her. But Sage didn't survive this long to shatter quietly. Not this time. -°. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘-𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 .°- 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅. ~ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔 ~

It is said that love doesn't happen from a brothel, but what happens when the offspring of that brothel becomes someone's love? The intensity, which is a product of a brothel, was once a normal life, but everything changes when Aransh Maurya enters. Aransh's intensity, madness, and love become everything. Will the name of the brothel withstand the power of love? Will Aransh's obsession be able to give his love a destination? --------------- Aaransh placed his finger on her lips and said, "We'll talk about this later. First, do what I said. Remove your clothes." Shiddat spoke softly, "Okay, but will you move off me first?" Aaransh shook his head and said, "No. In fact, you don't need to do anything." Saying this, he grabbed her shirt in one swift motion and tore it apart. Shiddat's eyes widened in shock. She quickly said, "What did you just do? You tore my clothes? We just bought this yesterday and now you've already ripped it?" Aaransh looked at her and said, "If it's torn, we'll get more. Okay? Just keep quiet and let me do what I'm doing. If any sound escapes your lips, it should only be my name and nothing else." With that, he placed his lips on Shiddat's neck. --------------- Read to find out 😜😜😜😜

Shehryaar Shah, a business mogul with a family that prides over their traditions and rich heritage. The man exudes power yet isn't arrogant. The man holds the whole family together but what happens when a young maid, a scared little girl arrives at his house with her sister. Dive into their life and find out, "What will people say?" ////////////

In the world where beauty is being admired, I was born in my father's kingdom as dark. Surely, beauty has been praised by many poets, writers, but ugliness - never! Now, I have turned eighteen years old and according to my father it is a perfect age to get married. Nobody asked my consent. Cause a black lady should be happy that she is even getting married....questioning and choosing is meant for beautiful ones. One day, I get to know by a maid that my marriage is going to happen with a sixty years old king who is very wealthy. At that moment, I decided, it's better to die than to marry in a hell where I was going to be used as an object. But... I had a plan to escape this hell.

"Are you running away from me?" A playful voice made me stop in my tracks. My heart thudded in alarm, and I had to remind myself that we were in school, with multiple witnesses around us. He couldn't harm me here. I turned around with a glare, but the second I looked at his face, my courage crumbled. 
The memory of him threatening to snap my neck if I reported him and his crew hit me like a brick. Swallowing my fear, I met his eyes. "Weren't you the one who told me to stay away from trouble?" A crooked grin tugged at his lips and he brought his face closer. "Yeah. But looks like trouble doesn't want to stay away from you." I blinked. 
What? *** [muslim girl x bad boy] Bareera Omar, a.k.a Rory, thought junior year's biggest challenge would be adjusting to life and dealing with how people treated her now that she'd chosen to openly embrace her Muslim identity, and started wearing the hijab. What she didn't expect, however, was to get tangled up with Romero Allen - her school's infamous senior and the walking definition of trouble. One moment, he's bullying her. 
The next, he's scaring off the guys who try to mess with her. They don't consider each other friends. 
But calling them enemies doesn't quite fit either. Maybe they're something in between. Something along the lines of 'frenemies'. *** "So what do you want us to be? We can't be both. Either we're friends or we're enemies." "Lovers." #1 in stereotypes #1 in goodgirl #1 in badboygoodgirl #1 in hijab

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ💌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ❝ किसी दिलवाली ने... किसी मतवाली ने... ❞ ❀༉‧₊˚. हमें ख़त लिखा है कि हमसे पूछा है... ☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𖹭 के घर कब आओगे... ✧˖° लिखो कब आओगे... 𓂃♡𓂃 ⋆༺𓆩☾𓆪༻⋆ "𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭." He says it like a rule almost like a prayer like something carved into bone. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ And she nods... even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" ❀༉‧₊˚. This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched and Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ The Nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. ☾𖤓 They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. 𓂃𓂂𓏸♡ He belongs to the nation and She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires love begins to bloom... not loudly, not rebelliously but devotionally. ❦ This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight... but kneel into it, day by day like prayer. 𓇢𓆸 ୨♡୧ Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, ❝ Stay. ❞ even when they know he will leave at dawn. ✧༺♥༻∞ Because here desire burns. But duty wins. 𓂃☾𓂃 And yet... love does not lose. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 It transforms. It waits and It worships. 𓆩

In your eyes , I see my future and it's fucking gorgeous. ─•~❉᯽❉~•─ "I am sorry" Varahi apologised almost in a whisper as his jaw flexed , the tears in her eyes threatening to fall. Avyaan scoffed , "Baby, sorry for?" He asked softly , his expressions and rage in his eyes screaming differently. "Please" Varahi whispered , this was too much. She wasn't ready to play silent treatment any more. "Hmm?" Avyaan hummed , leaning closer asking her to elaborate. His knee slipped between her legs as he shoved her body more into the wall while pushing his body more in hers making sure that she wasn't hurt by any chance. His grip softly forces her face up to align with his. His eyes dropped down to her lips before meeting her weary eyes. ─•~❉᯽❉~•─