Six years into a marriage that once promised her everything, Niyati has learned the loveliest of homes could still be a terribly lonely place. Her husband has never been cruel. Never unfaithful. Never unkind. Perhaps that is what makes it difficult to leave him. For there are marriages broken by betrayal, and then some simply fall apart. She has spent years waiting for something between them to change. At last, she decides it must. She asks her husband for a divorce. He says no. Not because he knows how to mend their marriage. Not because he suddenly becomes the husband she once dreamt of. But because, for the first time, he is forced to confront the possibility that the only person who has ever chosen to stay may finally choose to leave. Except that leaving is never easy when there is a child who belongs to them both. Niyati must decide whether what remains between them is worth saving when staying has taught her that a person can disappear without ever leaving.

To all the girlies who were told to stay soft in a world built on blood. You were born to command. Fuck obedience.

This story is about a man who rejected love before he understood its worth and a woman who learned how to live after losing it. When a royal alliance forces Heer Rathore into a contract marriage with Hriday Agnivanshi-the same man who broke her heart years ago-she enters the relationship with no expectations, no hopes, and no intention of looking back. Polite, graceful, and distant, she gives him everything a wife should except the one thing he never valued when it was offered freely-her love. This is not a story about a broken heart healing. What begins as a marriage of duty slowly becomes something far more complicated. Because while Heer is busy forgetting the man she once adored, Hriday finds himself haunted by the woman who no longer looks at him the same way. A story of quiet heartbreak, unspoken longing, second chances, and a love so slow it takes years to bloom, this is not the tale of a woman falling in love. It is the tale of a man realizing far too late that he already had been loved. Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are sealed with blood.

𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 : 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓 Isha was never meant to love. Broken, scarred, and trapped in the echoes of a past that refused to let go, she knew better than to trust-especially a man. Raghav never believed in love at first sight-until the day he saw her. The girl who hid behind shadows, who flinched at his presence, who begged him to stay away. Still, his heart refused to listen. In a world where silence spoke louder than words, could love ever to bridge the distance between a man who wanted to protect and a woman too afraid to be touched?

She carried a love she never spoke of. Hidden in stolen glances, in the quick flutter of her heart, and in quiet duas only Allah knew. But life doesn't always give us what we hold onto. Sometimes it breaks us first, only to shape us again. And in the silence of letting go, when she thought love had slipped away forever, another story was quietly unfolding... one built on patience, on prayers she never heard, and on the mercy of Allah who always gives better than what He takes. It is a story of longing and surrender, of unanswered prayers that were never unanswered at all, reminding us that sometimes the love we chase is not the love that was written for our soul. Dive into her story to taste the ache of loving and losing, to walk through the moments that felt like endings, only to see how every turn was carrying her closer to the goodness Allah had written all along. #1 in Islam- 18.06.26 #1 in faith- 22.06.26 #2 in longing- 28.06.26 #2 in hijab- 12.07.26 #1 in devotion- 22.07.26

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

This book had four couple but the main couple will be first couple Hadayah and Yahmir- most of the story will revolve around them. Some love stories are written by destiny. Others are buried beneath secrets. Every love story is different, Some begin with friendship. Some with silence. Some with duty. And a thousand ways love can ruin, heal, and claim a heart. Dastan-e-Mohabbat is a story of arranged marriages, broken promises, hidden grief, second chances, and the devastating beauty of loving someone in all the wrong ways before finally learning how to love them right. Because some people are written into your destiny long before you ever meet them. And some Mohabbats... no matter how far you run, no matter how fiercely you deny them... still find their way back home.

{CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE} Reet Raizaada Her father was known as 'The Rough Jabber' in his time. And now, she dreams to carry on this legacy forward in her own way. It was a dream that seemed very achievable to her because she had seen this world up close since she was 4. Now, at the age of 25, that world is not close to her anymore. Rather, she stands in it, living it. Vaastav Malik No one knows where he comes from or what his lineage is. It is rare for him to step out of his shadows, and the reason behind it must be solid. At the age of 30, he is well equipped, well trained for the purpose he was raised for. His flaws? Many, but that one quality of being loyal to his resolution overshadows the rest. It is a love that is forbidden, an attraction that feels like a sin, a tension that burns even when they are standing miles away. He knew he couldn't fall. It had been decided already. She knew nothing else mattered. It was her and her dream. But what happens when what we know and what we feel begin to contradict?

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 🎀🎀 𝐀𝐛 𝐚𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐥𝐨. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 😃❣️