Hoorain Khanzada was the definition of purity-the ASP's daughter with a heart full of faith and a life planned in straight lines. Shameer Raizada was the chaos that tore those lines apart. He is the "Bad Boy" of Islamabad's elite-arrogant, lethal, and driven by a dark ego. He didn't marry her for love; he married her to own her. He wants to break her spirit, but every time she bows before her Creator, he finds his own stone-cold heart shattering. "You are mine, Hoor. Every breath you take, every prayer you whisper. Even if you hate me, you'll do it from the safety of my arms." He is a Lion who knows only how to hunt. She is a Wild Cat who refuses to be tamed. Can a man who has forgotten his Creator find his way back through the eyes of the woman he claimed to hate? Or will their pride destroy them both before the first prayer of dawn?

Mir Shahzad Ahmed lives a life defined by discipline, control, and decisions made without hesitation. Hoorain enters his world through an arranged marriage that neither fully understands nor prepared for, carrying emotions, uncertainty, and the weight of a completely new life. From the beginning, their relationship is built more on silence than conversation, and distance more than comfort. Shahzad is direct and reserved, while Hoorain struggles to understand his quiet nature and structured way of living. Misunderstandings, emotional confusion, and unfamiliar routines become a part of their early days together. Yet, living under the same roof slowly changes things. Shared spaces, small daily moments, and unspoken presence begin to create a rhythm between them. Hoorain starts adjusting to his world, while Shahzad begins noticing her presence in ways he never expected. As time passes, what begins as unfamiliarity slowly moves toward understanding-not through dramatic confession, but through patience, silence, and gradual emotional connection. This is the journey of two strangers learning to exist beside each other, discovering that sometimes bonds are not spoken loudly, but built quietly over time.

She had spent her whole life longing for love, only to be met with loneliness. He had admired her from afar, never expecting fate to bring them together. In an arranged marriage filled with silent gestures, hidden affections, and unspoken words, Alisha finds herself falling for the man who shows his love in the subtlest ways. A slow-burn romance where a grumpy husband hides his soft heart, and a lonely girl finally finds the love she always craved. Because sometimes, love isn't loud-it's found in the quietest moments.

"She's my wife. She will do exactly what she wants. She doesn't need anyone's permission but her own." To the world, *Zaviyar Sultan* is the cold, calculated heir to an empire-a man who commands respect with a single glance and silence with a single word. To *Amal*, he is the intimidating stranger she was forced to marry, a man whose moods shift like the tide and whose gaze burns with unspoken secrets. One moment, he is a wall of ice, blunt and distant, reminding her that this marriage is nothing more than a mechanical arrangement. The next, he is pulling her into his orbit, claiming her in front of the world with a fierce possessiveness that makes her heart thrum against her ribs. Between the crushing weight of toxic family expectations, the struggle of her final university semester, and the quiet trauma she carries, Amal is caught in a dangerous game of pretend. She's learned to hide her tears with a smile and her pain with a straightened spine, but she can't hide from the man who now shares her home. As the lines between a "forced act" and a "heartfelt reality" begin to blur-marked by shared moments, protective glares, and a vintage emerald necklace-Amal is left with a haunting question: Is Zaviyar Sultan merely protecting his family's reputation, or is he finally, truly, protecting her?

Naina Verma has always known her father wasn't an ordinary man. As the right-hand to India's most powerful mafia don, his world was steeped in danger , but he kept Naina sheltered, cocooned in luxury and distance from the darker truths. A tech prodigy with a sharp mind and a vision to change the digital landscape, Naina is on the brink of launching her own groundbreaking app , her ticket to freedom, independence, and a future on her own terms. But fate has other plans. To protect the family's legacy and seal a alliance, Naina is thrust into an arranged marriage with Rang Vijay Rathore , the heir to the Rathore crime dynasty. Known for his icy demeanor, brutal efficiency, and total lack of emotion, Rang Vijay is feared across the underworld. For him, the marriage is a transaction. For Naina, it's a betrayal of her dreams and the quiet life she carved out behind her screen. Yet, as she's drawn deeper into his world - one of whispered threats, velvet power, and hidden wounds the lines begin to blur. Beneath Vijay's ruthless exterior lies a man scarred by duty and loneliness. And beneath Naina's defiance is a curiosity she can't shake. What begins as resentment slowly transforms into an uneasy partnership... and then something far more dangerous. Caught between two codes , the one she writes, and the one she marries into , Naina must decide: will she escape the legacy she was pushed into, or rewrite it from the inside? *Mr, & Mrs. Rathore* is a slow-burn tale of power, betrayal, and unexpected love where logic meets loyalty, and a girl who builds apps might just hack the heart of India's most dangerous man.

୨ৎ ── 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢 ── ୨ৎ "Open your saree pin, Kairavi." His voice came out low, almost dangerous, as his eyes stayed on her. "Why?" she whispered softly. "Because," he stepped closer, fingers twitching at his side, "you've fixed it five times already... and I'm losing my patience pretending I don't notice you." ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ He avoided his wife like falling in love with her would ruin him. But every silence between them every stolen glance, every unfinished conversation was already doing exactly that.

BOOK-1 of THE DEADLY DEVOTION SERIES. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ,𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲.. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ꧁༒𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈 × 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔༒꧂ 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀: A bright, innocent girl with a heart full of laughter and eyes full of dreams. 𝔹𝕌𝕋 𝕆ℕ𝔼 ℕ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋....𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕. Hᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ- sɴᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ. And the man standing beside her in the wedding mandap wasn't 𝕊𝕀𝔻𝔻ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕋- ℍ𝔼ℝ 𝔽𝕀𝔸ℕℂ𝔼. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔 -- Her cousin's fiance. Cold, Arrogent. Mysterious. A man who didn't believe in love but still claimed her as his wife. ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ, SHRAVARI ғɪɴᴅs ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏʀɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ᴛᴏ sʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ~𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐿 𝑆𝐻𝑅𝐴𝑉𝐴𝑅𝐼 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐺𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐼𝑁𝑌 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝑊𝐴𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝐷...𝑂𝑅 𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝑁𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑀𝐸𝐴𝑁𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸...?? #2 in top 10 across the India- 11.03.2026 #1- 12/13.03.2026

Imagine if Virat Kohli had a younger sister... and no one not even Rohit knew about her. Secrets, chaos, and cricket collide when Sehar steps into their world, and suddenly, the calm of the dressing room is a thing of the past. this story is purely fiction..

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction Janvi Sharma has always been there. Before the fame. Before the jerseys. Before the world learned Shubman Gill's name. She's the girl who showed up when matches ended late, who understood his silences, who fit so naturally into his world that everyone assumed she belonged. Including herself. So when the world finds out he has a girlfriend, Janvi finds out too- through a public post, effortless and unapologetic. Like she never existed at all. Like she was'nt the person who should have known this before everyone. What hurts isn't the girlfriend. It's being the only one who didn't know. Still, Janvi stayed. Because loyalty feels easier than asking questions she's afraid to hear the answers to. Until boundaries appear overnight, rumours turn cruel, and silence replaces protection. And when it matters most, he chooses distance. Then silence. Then a version of the story where she no longer fits. That's when Janvi understood the truth: she wasn't forgotten-she was convenient. So she left. Not broken. Not angry. Just clear. Choosing a future that doesn't require her to keep showing up for someone who stopped choosing her. Because sometimes the deepest betrayal isn't being replaced. It's being taken for granted.

Mehr-o-Mah : مہر و ماہ :-The Sun and the Moon ***** She had always believed that love was never meant for her. Even the phrase "let alone" sounded strange as if loving and being loved were luxuries reserved for other people. The feeling of being chosen, cherished, or even noticed in that way felt unfamiliar... almost impossible. But don't they say to expect the unexpected? At her cousin's wedding, between the soft glow of fairy lights, whispered duas, and stolen glances - Zalya Khan came face to face with something she had spent her whole life denying. Or perhaps... someone. Marwan Abbasi. A man of very few words - and even fewer appearances That wedding - and one small interaction - was supposed to be anything but this. Anything but the reason their hearts would begin to feel restless in the quiet of the night. It was only a glance. A few words. A moment that should have faded with the music and lights. But some moments refuse to be ordinary. And then again who has ever truly won against destiny? The tale of Zalya and Marwan -how a girl who believed love was never meant for her crossed paths with a man who never believed in explaining himself. How silence turned into longing. How distance turned into inevitability. How two guarded hearts slowly realized that sometimes, destiny doesn't ask for permission - it simply writes its own story.