Prologue- In a dimly-lit forest, a young girl was running away from someone. When suddenly, a man seized a fistful of her hair from behind. "Aahh... please, let me go," the girl cried in pain, clutching his hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she struggled to break free. "Teri itni himmat! Ab dekh me kya karta hun!" (You dared to escape from me. See what I am capable of now)he retorted, his grip unrelenting. "Please, let me go. I'm marrying your brother in just two days," she pleaded through the pain, her tear-stained cheeks showing signs of bruising. "Never! You are mine!" he bellowed, violently yanking her hair, causing her to cry out in agony. "Tere dil aur jism pe sirf mera haq hai. SIRF MERA!" (Only I have rights on your heart and body. Only IHe said while dipping his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet intoxicating scent which aways makes him go crazy. "I will never let you go. He is not worthy of you. You will marry me only!." Turning her forcibly, he seized her in a forceful kiss, his cruel lips biting into her already swollen, tender ones, drawing blood. "LEAVE ME, YOU MONSTER!" She shouted in fury, her eyes brimming with tears. The moment those words escaped her lips, she received a brutal slap across her face. "YOU UNGRATEFUL WOMAN! JUST WAIT AND SEE WHAT I SHALL DO TO YOU!" He bellowed with seething anger as he backhanded her which made her fell down and she covered her face crying, in fear. Then, he clenched her hairs in his fist and began to drag her somewhere mercilessly.

Zayden Khan - 28, the powerful and ever-controlled heir of Khan Villa. A man of few words, built on rules, responsibility, and restraint. The perfect son, the respected CEO - but behind those calm eyes hides a storm he never lets out. Especially when it comes to her. Arshiya Shaik - 18, the innocent heartbeat of Shaik Villa. A soft-spoken, chocolate-loving girl who still believes in fairytales and wears her dupatta like a crown. Adored by everyone, protected by her brothers - and unknowingly, claimed by one man since childhood. Bound by a nikah no one speaks of, separated by years and silence - yet tied by something deeper than blood. She was his peace... And he, her unspoken possession. Humiya_writez

He is a man who hides every scar behind his strong personality. She is a girl whose face is like an open book that everyone can read. He is a man with a dictionary where "lie" words is missing. She is a girl who believes that if telling a lie helps someone else, then it's not really a lie. What happens when two opposite people are tied with a pure relationship called Nikkah?

"𝒎𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒓, 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓" +++ Muntazir • मुंतज़िर • منتظر ~ one who waits. +++ Zaviyar Agha had everything in the palm of his hand except for one thing, or better yet, one person. While Ariha on the other hand, for her, life was beautiful. She had it all, perfect parents, perfect friends, and perfect life. Everyone loved her, and it wasn't difficult to fall in love with her but there was one person who loved her a little more than anyone else, waiting for her to see him like he saw her, But what to do, one is clueless and one is waiting to express his love to his clueless sweetheart. +++

Alana and Zavian were cousins. Then friends. Then... oops, husband and wife. It all happened way too fast - one second she's applying to universities, the next she's trying to figure out how to make chai without burning the kitchen because rishta culture won. Alana's a certified grumpy girl, beautiful, moody, and lowkey a menace with the softest heart. Zavian? First-year business student, full-time chill guy, part-time chaos - and somehow now in charge of being a whole husband. They didn't plan this marriage. But now they're stuck figuring it out - with cousins spying, aunties whispering, and feelings creeping in faster than either of them expected. It's halal. It's hilarious. It's chaos with a nikkahnama.

"You stop worrying about your sister and worry about yourself. You have said that today is my marriage but I have made a slight change in it." he said with menacing smirk playing on his face. "What change" she asked as she was not getting good vibes from him. "It is true that today I am getting married but not with Mahi but with you." He stated like it's not a big deal that he swapped the brides. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She stared at him without blinking her eyes. She couldn't bring herself to believe what he just had said. She asked him in her trembling voice "W...What d...did y...you s....say?" He leaned on her face dangerously close "I said that you will marry me today and in the same mandap (pavilion). Before you refuse me, let me tell you that your sister and your family's life is in my hands if you try do something. If you try to refuse marriage or try to tell anyone about this then your sister will be the first person whose life I will smash. It will be better for you not to waste my and your time, wear wedding lehenga quietly and come to the mandap. go and get ready. yes, one more thing you must remember that no one should see your face till we get married so that the marriage can be done smoothly. I don't want any drama before marriage." She was silently listening to him as she was too numb to react. She couldn't even think of marrying a person like him. How could she marry a person whom she couldn't even talk to properly?? "How can I marry you?" his eyebrows raised in anger hearing her question. He took out his phone to call someone and ordered staring deep into her eyes making her heart sink in fear and dread "kill Mahi." She kneeled down joining her hands infront of him and begged him crying historically "Please don't do this". He raised his one eyebrow in questioning manner and asked her "So will you marry me?" She didn't say anything. Seeing Her silent, He told the man again "Kill her." "Yes, I will marry you."

She was broken. He was untouchable. Together, they became whole. Locked in a basement her entire life, she never knew kindness - until the cold, feared mafia king found her. Haru never expected to fall for the innocent girl with wide eyes and a fragile heart... but now, she's his world. He protects her. Teaches her. Loves her. But the underworld is watching - and they've found his one weakness. A story of healing, fierce love, possessive devotion, and the softness hidden beneath brutality. Her past may have shattered her... but in his arms, she becomes unstoppable. Plagiarism is theft. This story is my original work, shared here on Wattpad for readers to enjoy. Please don't copy, repost, or translate without permission. It's protected by copyright... and by my heart. Thank you.

𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘍𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤é 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱..." 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯. 𝘐 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. "𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.. 𝘑𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮." 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥. "𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸." 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘣 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥.. 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬. "𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦." 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯. 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺

Blair: My brother likes me. The way he looked at me gradually changed, from looking at a child to a man's desire for a woman. I like him too, because he gave me a home. So I don't understand why, when I finally confessed to him at the age of eighteen, he could mercilessly send me abroad. Now I'm back, to attend his engagement banquet.

Taken down at 10M+ views, 410k votes. "I am not a killer but touch another guy, he dies fucking even look at another guy he fucking dies-and you know I don't make false promises." "But wh-y the fuck would you do that?" I tried not to stutter but my voice broke a little. "Because you're off fucking limits." He hissed against my mouth. "You're mine, My girl." he said looking at my eyes, "As soon as you accept it, it will be better for you." ༺❀༻ CENTRAL HIGH Where all the spoilt kids belong. Amidst the crowd of rich entitled kids, there were the two who had the whole school by storm. Saad Van Doren and Sarah Roy Chowdhury. She hates him and he very much participates in her hating game, but that is until little Sarah starts showing her interest in a boy, who is obviously not Saad. That's when Saad's Psychotic obsession comes out, even if she hates him, she's his to date, his to fuck and his to love. No one can touch her but him. And he'll make sure that she knows it. Having an obsessed lover is a blessing but an obsessed rival who can go to any extent to make you his is a dangerous trap. But danger is what they found solace in.