Brother's Best Friend [ PROFESSOR X STUDENT ] Vansh Kapoor & Sihara Singhania. Two bound souls. His heart has broken once, He thought it could never be whole again. He's the first love she never confessed, the man fate brings back into her life again. In a marriage neither expected, hearts beat, desire ignites, scars heal, and love finds it's way, dangerously and tenderly.

Book 2 ── .✦ (Not a Standalone) "Mere paas aur koi rasta nahi tha" Ardian finally responded, the weight of his own guilt pushing through. "Unhone... unhone mujhe aapki qasam di thi, Eshal. Mai kaise woh tod sakta tha?" "Toh kya woh qasam unki zindagi se zyada ahm thi?" she demanded, voice trembling with fury and heartbreak. She took a step forward and shoved him-hard. "Kya woh qasam itni ahm thi ki mai unke saath hie na hoti agar kuch ho jata?" Another shove, more forceful this time. Her chest heaved, eyes glistening with tears that refused to fall. "Kya woh qasam itni ahm thi ki mai unhein alvida bhi na keh pati?" She pushed him again, almost stumbling herself. Then came the storm. She slammed her fists onto his chest, not out of anger, but out of desperation. Pain. Grief. Betrayal. "Aap mere saath aisa kaise kar sakte hai?" she cried, each word torn from her soul as she kept hitting him-again, and again, and again. He just stood there, letting every blow land, letting her anger pour out of her like a dam breaking. And when she finally stopped, her shoulders shaking with sobs-he gently reached forward and took her hands in his. He began massaging them softly. His touch was featherlight. Tender. Like she was the one who'd been wounded. Not him. She yanked her hands back as if his touch burned her. Shoved him gently, voice hoarse. "Dhoor rahein." He took a small step back, pain flickering in his eyes. "Mai aap par bharosa karna seekh rahi thi," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Lekin ab... ab mai nahi kar sakti. Aap woh shakhs nahi hein jispar mai bharosa kar sakoon." The words hit like bullets. Something behind his eyes cracked, months of trust and softness they had built reduced to rubble with just one sentence.

Taran Saxena 26 Working in A Bank, from a Village, gets arranged marriage to Pallavi who is 20 years old ! (1990s time period). Taran Fights with the Patriarchy system when he witnesses his Wife suffering from it, He fights with his Family for her, He Gets Cursed for her, He Curse people For her ! He Makes her Strong, They grow Together in their marriage, They Learn, They Respect each other and the Old 90s Romance is what you will enjoy the most ❤️ You will Not only fall for Pallavi's Piya, but also for Pallavi too, as she might be a Relatable character to many. I promise it will be worth it to read the book ❤️ (Book started in 13 May 2025, completed on around august - sept 2025) Copyright :- this is my original work and this Shouldn't be Copied by anyone not a Bit of it, or else I can take actions against the one who will do it. #rank 2 Arrange marriage #rank 4 Indian #Rank 80 Romance #rank 6 Village #rank 10 1990s #rank 18 India #rank 20 Indian #rank 30 India #rank 18. indian #20 Rank India #4 Rank Arrange marriage #10 rank Romance #romance rank 18 #indian #india #desi #1 Rank India #3 Rank Indian #15 Rank Romance #2 Rank India #Indian 4 #3 Romance #4 India #10 Romance #4 ArrangeMarriage #2 Husbandandwife #3 Romance #2 Indian #1 India #2 India #3 Indian #4 Romance #2 Romance #Indian 1 #2 India #3 indian #4 Romance #7 Village #3 romcom #2 In India #10 Romance #3 Romance #4 Arrangedmarriage

Aimen and Isa The Spy, The Doctor, and a War of Hearts Fanaa- destroyed in love

Isha Rahmani and Arzen Amin Kaif Ma Baynana (What exists between us) "In the silence between us, love waited... and learned how to bleed." Tropes: Marriage in Name Only Slow Burn to Wildfire Emotionally Repressed Hero Touch-Starved Hero × Brave, Calm Wife She Makes the First Move Trauma-Bonded Yet Emotionally Distant Scarred Hero (Literally + Figuratively) Only One Bed (Eventually) Begging Without Words Protective Cold Hero

- Sara and Raza "He saw the beauty she spent her whole life hiding from." --- In a quiet corner of Islamabad, a soft-hearted artist and a duty-bound army officer enter an arranged marriage neither of them fully chose - but slowly, gently, they choose each other. A story of insecurities, unspoken tenderness, and the kind of love that sees beyond skin. This is about healing. And the beauty that never needed fixing.

ishqnama- a tale of thorns and moonlight 🌙 Shehzadi Zerlish Zameer Ali Shah and Shehzada Kaivan Jalal-ud-din -Fictional Region of Punjab, Pakistan - Late 19th Century

"I thought I told you to stop telling me what to do." I whispered meekly. "I thought I told you that I wanted you here, with me. I want your happiness. Not your anger." His lips touched my ear when he spoke; I was shaking. "You never said you wanted that." "But that is what I meant." "I don't live in your head, Adam. I can't just figure out what you want." "But you do." The hand that had been on the edge of the skin trailed up the side of my waist and then back down. "I can't fucking focus on anything else. Even now there's only thoughts of you in here. I'm wondering if you'd taste as sweet as you smell." /// When Shireen Naseer stumbles upon a sight not meant for her eyes, the young fashion designer is roped into a mess bigger than she's ever created. Suddenly, she's married to a brooding soldier and living in his home as she awaits the dangers of the outside world to pass. But Adam Zaman is not just an average soldier. He laughs at her stupid jokes, tries to keep her happy, listens when she rants, and is so very patient with her. She's falling hard and fast, but he will not step over the line. Protecting her and her honor is his responsibility, so how can he tarnish it? /// Bro, this belongs to me. Don't post it anywhere else.

He was fire. And she was the moth caught in his flame. Arya Ali is the type of girl every parent wished they had. She's always tried her hardest to be perfect. A perfect daughter, a perfect friend, and a perfect Muslim. She had her priorities straightened out, a future imagined for herself. And now that she's gotten accepted to the Fashion Design Academy of Paris, she's one step ahead to fulfill her dreams. Asad Shah is the type of boy parents kept their daughters away from. Whose top priority was the see how many girls he can get in a single week. He's far from a perfect son, and farther from being a perfect Muslim. He's always had a way of getting what he wanted and this time Arya Ali is on the top of his list. *** #1 in #hindi 09.27.2025

"What is your favourite colour?" Esha asked, her fingers grazing her husband's jaw as she leaned back lazily against him on their couch. "Green," he said in a blink, thinking about her in green. It was sight to watch his wife in green, their first meet was still vivid in his memories. She'd worn a beautiful green anarkali, and a pair of cream jhumkas. The light around in the restaurant helped her to shine like a star along with her twinkling eyes and he'd instantly felt tempted by the woman. "Ey! That's mine." She urged turning her head to meet his eyes. Giving her coy and beautiful smile, that's only and only reserved for her, he cupped her soft cheeks in his palms and pecked her nose, right on the piercing-he so loved, and whispered. "And you are mine, sweetheart."