✨️Mah-e-Noor: Between Love and Loneliness✨️ She was once the princess of the Malik family-spoilt, rebellious, and fearless. Hemayal Mah-e-Noor Malik grew up in a world where limits didn't exist, where tantrums were forgiven, and mistakes were hidden. But one argument, one careless decision, and everything she knew shattered. At fifteen, she was sent away to boarding school, abandoned by the family she loved, misunderstood by the people who mattered most. Now, four years later, Hemayal is called back home. Her grandparents miss her. Her siblings fear she hasn't changed. The cousins whisper, and the house that once adored her waits for the chaos she once brought. But Hemayal is not the same girl who left. The years away have taught her lessons she never wanted to learn. The girl who once demanded the world has almost lost herself-and now she must face the family she left behind. Will they see the change in her, or will the past always define her? A story of mistakes, loss, and the painful journey of growing up... of becoming someone you never thought you could.

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅~𝓞𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓡𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓢 𝓐𝓻𝓭𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓲. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞," said my love which makes me smirk, because it's not intended to be last. ------------------ Both were opposite personalities, while one was madly obsessed with the other, which made him something which she didn't even think of but both ended up getting married to each other she had someone in her heart Let's embark on the journey with love as their world collides with each other Immerse yourself in the captivating tales of 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 And 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐑𝐀

dark romance" (18+) " "It's fucking driving me insane thinking that my seed are growing inside you." ______________________ A man shrouded in mystery, Vrishabh is powerful, dengerous, and impossible to read. The city trembled at the mention of his name. Vrishabh Singh, the enigmatic and feared businessman, and a mafia boss, whose empire was built on shadows and secrets. Avani a nive young woman , with innocence and purity in her heart. Avani lives a simple life with her mother, finding happiness in the small moments. She doesn't need riches, only a steady job to support them both. Her heart longs for peace and a life free from excess. For her, true joy lies in contentment, not in chasing wealth. Then everything fell apart. A contract. A marriage. And a man who felt less human and more like a shadow .A contract heavy with conditions. When Avani's innocence collides with Vrishabh's dark obsession, her peaceful world unravels. A manipulator consumed by his need to possess her, he craves her purity with a hunger he can't control. Vrishabh is determined Avani will be his, no matter the cost. This book contains:- - Mature content - Vulgar language

The Valentino brothers never expected their lives to change in a single night. Alec only meant to step in, but instead he brought home a boy who is bruised and with no family in sight. What begins as an act of protection soon becomes something deeper, drawing Zale, Lucius, and Caspian into a bond none of them were prepared for. As they care for the boy and search for answers about his past, the brothers begin to face a question they never imagined: could he become part of their family for good?

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

She stood, a smirk curling her lips, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. "You may command the world, Lucifer, but I know how to set that very world on fire." Lucifer's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint sparking in their depths. He stepped closer, his grip firm as he pulled her into the shadow of his power. "Then burn me, Fiore," he whispered, his voice like smoke and sin. "I'll worship the ashes."

She owed him money. He gave her silence, protection... and a warning: "Don't fall in love with anyone else after this." Tara Joseph walked into the lion's den to save her mother. Now she's caught in the world of Rudra Pradeep-a man feared by many, felt by none. But some debts don't end with repayment. And some men don't let go-especially when they've finally found something to lose. [ Book is written in tamil and hindi with english translations ]

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ "Zindagi ne ekbaar tumhe mujhse cheen liya... Lekin ab jo hoga, kismat ke hisaab ne nahi hoga, mere hisaab se hoga. Aur iss baar tumhe kuch nahi hoga. Iss baar bas barbaadi hogi. Unki. Jinhone meri jaan ki yeh haalat ki hai." And it wasn't a promise. It was a curse. It was a vow to every god in existence. And the air around him shifted-heavy, still, as if even the darkness feared what he had just sworn. But little did he know, their ends had already been written-in the same ink destiny once used to script her suffering. Their fates would burn, just as they had broken her. But not in his hands. Then who?

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨