Masks. Secrets. Lies. Love. Noor-us-Sabah Khan spent 15 years waiting for Zarrar Haider Mirza. When he finally returned home, the two found themselves to be outcasts in their own right, separated by lifestyles and beliefs. They, however, start to find themselves more similar to each other than they realized when masks around them start to come off. Their fates were written, and the ink had dried long back. But people often tend to forget that ink can bleed. ✨🎶 "Zaaya sapne, zaaya apne, zaaya meri chahatein hai. Zaaya sapne, zaaya apne, zaaya meri har khushi hai." 🎶✨ - Sajde | Faheem Abdullah & Huzaif Nazar

Laxmi finds herself married to a man she was never supposed to marry. A man who looks at her like she stole something from him. But somewhere between hatred and destiny... she might just find her home. After all, every raahi eventually finds a place to stop. Tropes : • Erotic Dark Romance • Desi village romance • Touch Her and Die • Emotional intemacy / Healing • Forced Proximity • Suspense

•𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 '𝟏' 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ─── ⋆⋅♡⋅⋆ ─── "Tum sirf meri ho. Kisi aur ke baare mein sochna bhi mat jaan le loonga uski." Her heart stuttered violently in her chest as her wide eyes locked onto his. "Dushman ki beti hoon," she whispered, fragile but defiant. He leaned closer, his breath fanning her lips. "Meri biwi ho." "Agar dushmani khatam nahin hui toh?" she dared, voice trembling. "I don't care," he growled, jaw set hard. "You are still my wife." Her pulse thundered in her veins. "What if my family takes me back?" His eyes flared, no hesitation in his answer. "Then it's a fucking war. And you, my Noor, are worth every fucking war." ─── ⋆⋅♡⋅⋆ ───

​"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.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

#5th series of Thakur Agastya Thakur A well-known name in politics, Agastya Thakur rose to power at an age when most were still finding their footing. He was a man of few words because for him, actions always spoke louder than speeches. Calm, composed, and unreadable, his silence often carried more weight than others' loudest promises. Despite the authority he commanded, Agastya remained deeply rooted in his values. His greatest strength was his family. He held immense respect for his Baba and Ma, not just loving them, but truly adoring them walking in their footsteps, guided by their principles. Power never distanced him from where he came from; it only made his roots deeper. Chandani Chandani was an innocent soul born into a cruel world. Raised watching her mother and grandmother live in quiet obedience, she grew up believing that women were meant to follow men's words without question. That belief wasn't taught it was lived in front of her every single day. She belonged to a small village so forgotten that most people didn't even know it existed. Her world was limited to the walls of her home; stepping outside was never an option, only a dream. Freedom was a word she had heard, never felt. At the age of eighteen, her father decided it was time to marry her off. Her fate was sealed early, though destiny delayed it for reasons unknown. Chandani was finally married at twenty one but by then, she had already learned that silence was survival. ⚠️book will in hinglish format with translation will mature too

Kabir Singh Shekhawat ⚖︎ Age-28 An IPS officer the world admired- cold, disciplined, incorruptible. A name built on power. A legacy waiting-the future of Shekhawat Industries. But perfection is often an illusion... Behind the spotless uniform and the untouchable reputation, lived a truth no one dared to imagine. In the shadows, where silence breathes and fear survives he was Night Wolf ☾ Ruthless. Untouchable. A name whispered, never spoken. No face. No identity. No mercy. And no one knew... the man hunting criminals by day was the very darkness they feared at night. ✧ two lives ✧ one man ✧ one deadly secret Samira Rajput ♡ Age-20 A quiet college girl- simple, unseen, forgotten. Or so the world believed. Because hidden beneath her silence was a truth buried in time- She was a princess of Jaipur ⚜︎ Born into royalty, but stripped of her crown before she could even understand it. Life had never been kind. No love. No warmth. No protection. Not even from her own blood. Yet... she remained soft. Her eyes still carried innocence. Her soul still held light. A grace she never learned, a strength she never realized. ☾ a forgotten princess ♡ an unloved daughter ✧ a girl meant for something greater

#4 in Top10 in India on 14th March 2025 "itni nafrat naa karein ki pyaar ho jaaye 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊" 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 "𝘸𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘲 𝘩𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘺𝘦 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 𝗷𝗶𝗶" she whispered with a smile ________________________________________________________ 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖗 𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖉𝖆 | 𝕾𝖍𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖓 𝖐𝖆𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖎𝖑𝖑 -His Sardarni "Even if you shot me dead today, you know I would still love you in every birth. Every single breath of mine belongs to you, my queen," the man said, tears rolling down his eyes. "I don't care about your love or your care! The only thing I care about is revenge-and today, I'm going to complete it," the woman hissed, tracing the gun along his face. But something twisted inside her. For the first time, the Mafia Queen felt uneasy, while the Mafia Lord knelt before her, refusing to leave the love of his life. "Please don't do this. I beg you," his voice cracked. All his confidence, boldness, and 'I-don't-give-a-damn' attitude had shattered. Her heart hitched, her body froze-she couldn't pull the trigger on the man in front of her. "Even he begged for his life. Did you stop then?" she screamed, gripping his face between her fingers. "At least listen to me-" he began, but she cut him off by pressing her lips against his. This was no longer just revenge. It was obsession, desire, and love strong enough to make a King-no, a Lord-beg for it. ✨ A Desi Dark Royal Romance 🌸 Full of rivalry, hidden scars, stolen glances, and forbidden touches.

"Marry me" he said. she was hell shocked by his confession because no one will expect this from a complete stranger or she was thinking she heard something wrong . "wha...wha....what did you say now??? I think I heard something wrong" she asked gathering some courage. He chuckled to see her shuttering and said " you didn't hear anything wrong and yes , I asked you to marry me". she was again shocked by his words. "But why will I marry you?"she asked him with so much courage. "Because I need a partner to marry and your fiance who was supposed to marry you today didn't come"he said. Little did he know why her fiance didn't come to marry her. That's it tears started flowing from her eyes. seeing her tears his heart felt pain and he made a promise to himself that "after today I will make you and your tears be enemies because I will make sure you will definitely not need them in your life anymore.this my promise"he said to himself. "If he didn't come then it doesn't mean that I will marry a stranger"she said and started going away for him. Then she got a call from an unknown number after receiving the call she was silent for whole three minutes. seems like only the person talked. after the call cut she opened her phone saw some pictures the other person sent. she was numb after seeing those pictures her hands and legs are shivering. she was in that position for almost 10 minutes and she was feeling different emotions like heart break,betrayal,pain,anger. He was observing all her movements because he knew he was solely responsible for her condition. He created all this mess to bring her into his life and in his arms. the movement his eyes fell on her he knew that was she was what he wanted and he will do anything to make her his. that is he wanted her to make "Mrs.Shravani Vikram Singh Rathore". He came out of his trance and saw that she was coming to him in an angry mode. she came and stood in front of him and told him that"I am ready to marry you.."