"𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧, 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞, 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐔𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧?" 𝐃𝐢𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞!

𝐑𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 ! 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝- 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲?

----- Meher sat on the edge of the bed, her back to Arhan. The room was silent except for the low hum of the AC. Her fingers trembled slightly as she took off her bangles. She hadn't cried when the doctor said it. But now, in the privacy of their room, everything felt real. "Meher..." Arhan's voice was quiet, almost hesitant. She didn't reply. He moved closer, sitting beside her, leaving a respectful distance. "I shouldn't have raised my voice earlier. I... I was frustrated, not with you. The surgery failed. I failed. And then... when I saw you in pain-" "You didn't even look at me properly, Arhan," Meher whispered, her voice cracking. "I didn't expect much, but... a little warmth?" Arhan clenched his fists. He had always prided himself on being composed, rational. But Meher's words struck something deeper. He turned to her slowly and took her hand. "I was scared too. That I'd lose you, or that you'd hate me for not being there during ..................... I didn't know how to process it all." Meher finally looked up, tears glistening in her eyes. Arhan leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead. "I'm with you now. Every step. Every pain. No more silence, okay?" She rested her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close for the first time-not as husband and wife by name, but by heart. Outside, the world moved on. But inside that room, something changed-something real, finally beginning. ----

Two families. Two legacies. And a hatred between them. The Rizvis were elegance, charm, and influence. The Qadris were power, discipline, and fear. Where one smiled, the other scowled. Where one thrived, the other struck back. Their rivalry was no secret-it was written in the walls of their mansions, whispered in every high-society gathering, and carried in the eyes of their heirs. And then fate intervened. Anya Rizvi, soft, bubbly, and full of life, never imagined her world would collide with Mahid Qadri, the strict, cold, and feared heir of the Qadri family. A marriage-unexpected, unexplained, and unavoidable-bound them together. Enemies by blood. Thrust together by destiny. What happens when fire meets flame? When hate clashes with attraction? And when the line between love and war becomes impossible to see?

Her: I'm not girly -I would never bend for culture and exploit my religion -I don't wanna do this -Leave me alone -You wanna marry again?...ok. -Ya Allah I need your help I can't do this anymore - why did you bought be here?! - drop me back , you have no right to keep me here Him: the world bends to me - no one have ever denied me or my orders - hmm...interesting - take her with us she needs medical attention - you're not going back anytime soon - you're my responsibility - I can't leave you - tell me how can I make things right - how can I make you mine hey everyone !! hope you enjoy this story do comment to let me know your views i'm not a perfect writer but i'm learning to do support and love.

Aarya Rathore was never anyone's first choice. Not at home. Not in mirrors. Not in the spaces where beauty was measured in numbers and silence was mistaken for weakness. But she was brilliant. She was kind. She was fierce in quiet ways no one ever noticed-until she began to break. Veer Rajvansh had no room for softness. He built empires, moved markets, commanded fear. To him, emotions were a weakness-and love, a luxury he'd never allow. Until her. What began as a business deal and a reluctant connection turns into a battle of wounds and walls-of past scars and present tension. And in the slow, burning ache of it all, something sacred blooms. Something undeniable. Something that feels like a prayer. She, the girl nobody truly loved. He, the man no one thought could love. And a story where one day... he would worship her.

​"I gave you three years to breathe, Hiba. Three years to grow into the woman I saw that night in the kitchen. Now, the time for breathing is over. Now, you belong to me." ​At fifteen, Hiba became an orphan. At fifteen, she was forced into a Nikah with her eldest cousin, the cold and terrifying Arzan Shah. He was supposed to be her shield, but his touch felt like fire. After a night of dark desire, he fled to London, leaving her with a bruised neck and a shattered heart. ​Three years later, Hiba is eighteen, beautiful, and finally feels free. But Arzan has returned. He isn't the man who left; he's a predator coming back for his prize. And this time, he's not leaving without the Ruksati he wants hiba in his room, in his bed and under him. these story is not like my previous one it's dark Romance and for 18+ read at your own risk.

His foot steps fell near the bed as he pulled out a blue box from his Kameez pocket. Twisting it in his hand, his lips formed into a sneer as he threw it in my lap. I looked up at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion filled in them. "Mun dekhai uss mun ke leye jisko dekhnay ka mujhay koi shouq nahi." Our first encounter, the first ever sentence he said to me and this was it? I felt my heart break into a million pieces that night. . . . Read Yaar e Bereham for romance, suspense and twists. ✨ WARNING: THIS BOOK HAS URDU DIALOGUES WITHOUT ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS.

𝐙𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢, 18-year-old, is forcefully married to the 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐫 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐳𝐚𝐢, 32, eldest heir of her family's sworn enemy. The nikkah happens with them in different rooms. They have never seen each other before, their faces are still unknown to one another. For him, this marriage isn't love. It's revenge. A boy from the girl's family, her creepy cousin, tried to harass his sister. So he took revenge by kidnapping the girl and forcing her into marriage. When the ceremony finishes, his voice turns cold as he orders his men... "𝐈𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐫𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢 𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐨." (𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳.) Two cars drive into the dark night. A few moments later, a loud explosion breaks the silence. Shehriyar's car bursts into flames and is completely covered in fire.

Eight years ago, one brother walked away without a word. Another remained behind, tormented by the question that never stopped echoing through his life What did I do to make him leave? Now fate pulls them back into the same orbit, and Danish D Rajput finds himself trapped between love and hatred. He cannot forgive the brother who abandoned him, yet he cannot stay away from the nephew whose innocent smile threatens to break down every wall he's built. Across this emotional battlefield stand the Dhanrajgir brothers: four men as different as fire, rain, thunder, and stone. A world‑famous rockstar. An eccentric sculptor. A state‑level basketball captain. A ruthless, brilliant businessman. Bound by blood, divided by choices, and reunited by a child who has lost his mother, none of them can ignore. As old wounds reopen and buried emotions resurface, the brothers must confront the truth they've all been running from: Family isn't defined by perfection. It's defined by who stays, who returns, and who refuses to let go.