They say his name in whispers. Uzair is not a man you look at for too long. Not a man you question. Not a man you cross. While Rehman Dakait rules the streets, Uzair walks beside him - ruthless, feared, untouchable. Violence follows him like a shadow. Loyalty is earned in blood. Mercy is a language he does not speak. Until her. Ayra was never meant to stand in his world. She doesn't belong to the gunshots, the politics, or the power games. She believes in softness where others believe in fear. The world knows Uzair as a monster. But in quiet moments, when the city sleeps and the chaos fades, he lowers his voice for only one person. This is not a story about politics. This is not a story about war. It is about the most dangerous man in the room... and the only girl who was never afraid to look him in the eyes. Feared by all. Soft for one.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ 𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂- Mehru has remained a vivacious girl through and through all the casualties life puts her through , that was before she finds herself in an arranged marriage by phuppa with the gangster -Arshad Pappu. Unable to find any escape, Mehru agrees to the marriage, tying herself down to a cruel man, and an abusive marriage with no way out. Meanwhile Uzair had fallen in love with her when he saw her the night before her wedding unable to get her off his mind, so when after a year he finds Mehru again by fate- he finds her to be the shell of the girl he saw that one night.. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ warnings- explicit sexual content, Mentions of SA ( not between the lead), domestic voilence( not between the leads), possesive Uzair, dealing with trauma grief, happy ending. DO NOT STEAL MY WORK MY DIALOGUES OR STORY, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FEED MY WORK TO AI IT IS ILLEGAL- ( I have this story posted already on different platforms so stealing wont work anyway lol)

two spies. two lies. that were never supposed to entwine. an attraction that was never supposed to exist. the quiet lanes of lyari, home to both anayat and hamza - hides secrets they chase a common mission, unknowingly, in their own worlds, until they collided. pretending their hearts aren't involved. but somewhere between late nights, fake stories, guilty glances and unspoken care... the line between duty and love begins to blur. and in a world where trust can get you killed falling in love might be the most dangerous mission of all. hamza ali mazari x fem oc

SEQUEL BOOK (Short Story) Aamira (RAJSHRI) Raajnandan is a girl who was given as a gift, as a replacement for a ruthless man. How do you think her life will take turns? And when that man is allergic to love. How will he engulf the emotions he have started to feel for her? The pain and the happiness, the delicate and the ruthless! How will this story take turns? See what's ahead of us...

A Man ruling the political world with his evil presence. A man with a face to fool the ones with eyes. A man with an army of his own. A Women raised in mud. Destined to be the wasp. But she holds bigger dreams and bigger intentions. That can end all. They say don't scare the one who don't fears, something same was Muqda, never scared. Never going to give up; Aamira is not going to fight a war that she knows she will never win. She choses to live in now. And when these lives were collide with the Agnivanshi brothers, how is anything which has never been in place itself will turn worser? Unimaginably.

She had to marry an unknown man because her father wanted nothing more than to lift his burdens. Her father's first wife's daughters were married off to very prestigious men but in her case, it was different though she never cared for that. she never wanted privilege or wealth. All she wanted was a man who will love her for who she was. This man was rather mysterious for her. On her way of living with her mysterious husband, she came to know many unknown facts about him. Can she handle this mysterious man and fall in love with him? ||..Every Saturday, Monday and Wednesday..|| [Started: 31st, July ,18]

In the iron empire of Vindhyagarh, King Vikrant rules as the unchallenged Lion-conqueror of kingdoms, father of heirs, master of three queens. Power bows to him. No one has ever made him falter. Until Charumitra. The fourth queen from fallen Avanti arrives like wildfire-young, breathtaking, and utterly unwilling to share. She doesn't care about duty. She doesn't care about heirs. She doesn't care about the crown. She wants him-only him. All of him. Every night, every glance, every breath. With tricks, tears, and seduction as her weapons, she ignites a desire so fierce the mighty king cannot stop himself. He knows her game. He sees every move. And still-he surrenders. Prepare for a royal obsession that will consume them both.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?