"Kshatveer! Ruko!" Yashvi screameed I didn't stop. I pinned him against the stone fountain, my hand around his throat. I wasn't a student anymore; I was a monster protecting its prize. I landed another blow, and another, until the boy's face was a mess of red. "Kshatveer! Tum usey maar daloge!" Yashvi was pulling at my arm, her small hands useless against my strength. I turned, my eyes bloodshot. "Get inside, Yashvi. Go to the classroom. Now." "Nahi! Tum pagal ho gaye ho-" "ANDAR JAO!" I roared. Yashvi's POV As soon as I saw him walking toward me-looking all calm and princely again after beating someone to a pulp-I lost it. My "elegant" mask shattered. "Teri MKC!" I screamed, the most foul, tapori abuse flying out of my mouth. "Pagal hai kya tu? Kyun maara usey? Wo sirf baat kar raha tha! Tu hamesha aisa hi karta hai, kutta, kameena, psycho-" Kshatveer's POV I was in front of her in a second. I slammed my hand over her mouth, pinning her against the wall. The smell of copper from my bleeding knuckles was between us. "No, baby... no," I whispered, my voice a dark, possessive melody. "No gande words. Not from those beautiful lips." #1 in bestfriend ( date - 5 feb 2026) #1 in slow burn ( 6 feb 2026) Kshatveer× yashvi grumpy × foul calm× violent dominant× dominant but not in front of him king × his bestie. obsessed × mad Get bitten and she bites Arrange marriage,arrange by him Psychotic ml Fierce fl

The love and freedom they both deprived of. A love story that never got written the way it could've. Miran Hamidi was twelve when his father sent him away. He was too angry to settle down and too stubborn to live under the same roof. . Aayat grew up in the same house, but they never really knew each other. He was the absent cousin who never looked her way. Their paths only crossed during Eid greetings and polite nods. They didn't have a connection. There was no warmth or hatred, just a distant respect rooted in tradition. Five years after his return, the silence changed. It started small-a cold glance, a sharp word, misunderstood gestures. What had been indifference slowly turned into tension and discomfort. ____________________ Aayat - "Miran bhai... main-main ne sirf ek class bunk ki thi." Miran : "Tumne sirf ek class bunk ki thi... aur izzat ka kafan bhi utar diya saath mein?" _____________________ Miran: "Scene mukammal hai. Ab agar koi taali baja de toh drama bhi khatam ho. Aayat : "Sir dard ho raha tha. Woh bas-" Miran:"Sir ya jism ka? Saaf bata do, aaj toh tum dono tayyar dikh rahe ho." ______________________ But love doesn't come from names on a nikahnama. And hatred doesn't need to be loud to exist. A story of missed timings, a woman who craved dignity and patriarchal man who only controls. This isn't a love story. It's the slow unraveling of two strangers forced into closeness, under the same roof, under the same name.

Dr. Ashvik Dev Khurana was never meant to fall - not for her. He's 37. Ruthless. Celibate by choice. Her father's friend. Arifa Aziz doesn't believe in boundaries. Not when it comes to the man she wants. Not when desire tastes sweeter than regret. He told her to stay away. She moved closer. Now the line between teacher and sin is long gone... And he's about to lose everything for a girl who was never his to touch. ********* TROPES Forbidden Romance Teacher x Student Age Gap (18 years) Celibate Hero Grumpy x Temptress She Falls first ,He falls Harder.

For generations, the Khan and Qureshi families have been at war - their enmity flowing as endlessly as the river they fight over, and as fiercely as the land they claim. Blood has been spilled on both sides, but their code of honour never allowed harm to their women. Until one night, an alleged Khan attack on Qureshi land goes wrong. Aaliyah Arbaz Qureshi, the proud and fiery eldest daughter of the Qureshi household, is kidnapped in the chaos. She is later found by none other than Hashim Raza Khan, the heir of the rival family - and returned home. But in a world where honour is currency, her injured leg becomes a permanent mark, and the Qureshis demand blood in exchange for their daughter's dignity. The Khans refuse. Tensions threaten to ignite into all-out war... until a respected elder proposes the unthinkable: a marriage between Hashim and Aaliyah. The man accused of orchestrating the attack... and the woman whose life was shattered by it. To prevent further bloodshed, they agree. The nikkah takes place. An uneasy peace is born. But there is no trust. No friendship. And certainly, no love. Then, Aaliyah is sent abroad by her family, out of her husband's reach. Hashim, still young and bound by the politics of his elders, can do nothing. Seven years pass. When she returns, she finds the river still flows, the feud still simmers - and the man she married now a colder, sharper, and far more dangerous figure than the boy she left behind. Between them lies a marriage in name, a history of blood and betrayal, and a battlefield where politics, manipulation, and forbidden longing collide. In this war of hearts and honour... Love may be the most dangerous weapon of all.

Pranika, the only daughter of the revered Rathore family, had always been their princess, pampered and adored by her whole family. The most mischieveous child who never do anything wrong (according to her parents. .. . . . . But when a sudden turn of events left her family in turmoil, her father made the difficult decision to send her to boarding school at the tender age of 8. Standing at the doorstep, tears streamed down Pranika's face as she clung to her brothers, unable to comprehend why she was being taken away from the only home she had ever known. Her heart shattered as she looked at her parents, their faces masked with a sadness she couldn't understand. The thought of leaving behind the comfort of her family's love consumed her. With one last, desperate look, she was escorted into the car, the distant sound of her family's voices lingering in her ears. after 7 years her whole family pretend to forget her like she was never in their life, when her father brought her back 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢.

Hello cuties welcome to my story✨ 📖 Description.. She was the girl who vanished in an accident the world thought had claimed her life. She grew up in silence, building an empire out of shadows, hiding behind a smile no one could read. She was the heir they erased. The girl everyone thought was gone. But forgotten heirs don't stay buried forever. When Nyra steps back into the world she was stolen from, she brings secrets, power-and vengeance. And she's not afraid to burn everything in her way. Because the forgotten girl has returned- not to beg for love, but to reclaim what was always hers.

Six brothers ruled Mumbai's underworld. One sister lived in silence. Amira Malhotra was never weak-she was just forgotten. But when her past begins to haunt the Malhotra empire, her brothers must face the truth they ignored. Power. Trauma. Family. Revenge. Healing. This is the story of the seventh Malhotra.

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Bound by a Childhood Nikkah they both ignored, Fatima has spent years hiding in her Biochemistry books, using her quiet wit to navigate the strict Khan family rules. She doesn't hate Ali-she just doesn't want him. But when Ali returns from abroad, the boy she once knew is gone. In his place is a ruthless CEO by day and a cold Mafia King by night. To him, Fatima's indifference is a challenge he never expected. Her silence doesn't push him away; it fuels a dark, possessive obsession. He didn't come back for the family empire. He came back to claim the bride who forgot she belonged to him. 3rd in pakistani 31 may 2026

She was the daughter no one fought for. The sister they left behind. Blamed, misunderstood, and quietly sent away to a hostel - while her brothers were celebrated, her silence was ignored. But what they thought would break her... built her. She found strength in strangers, love in the arms of someone who saw her, and brothers in boys who weren't bound by blood. Now she's back- Not for revenge, not for forgiveness. But to remind them what they lost... when they stopped choosing her.