He knows that God is going to send him an angel. And God did. He was well aware of the dark reality of life. A trained fighter who kept himself clean from any bloodstain on him. He knows that she was his from the moment he saw her. But then also knows that he has to pass the test that the protector of that angel was going to give him. A Devil whom no one can tame except her smile. An Angel whose innocence was kept safe by her papa and Bade papa, the king of Mafia. She was safe, or at least she thought, not knowing the danger around her. What will happen when he comes to know about the danger around her? Will he be able to save her from that danger? He listened as she liked to speak. He can shout at anyone, but listed her scolding. He loved her without her knowing; she learned how to love from him. His possessiveness can be seen in his eyes, and hers in words.

I don't know yet," Veer admitted. "Now tell me, Dr. Shekhawat, what do you want?" ​She answered immediately, her voice taking on a deeper, more serious tone. "Someone who doesn't turn me into a Goddess. I want someone who looks at me like a flawed, breathing, normal human." ​Veer looked puzzled. "What? Isn't it the highest respect if a man treats you like a Goddess?" ​"No, Veer. It's a trap," Rashi said, looking him dead in the eye. "When you put a woman on a pedestal and call her a Goddess, you aren't honoring her-you're imprisoning her. You're telling her she's not allowed to fail, not allowed to be angry, and certainly not allowed to be herself. Men use that 'Goddess' title to control us. They tell us we are the 'izzat' of the house so they can dictate how we dress and how we speak. They turn our sacrifices into a 'divine duty' just so we never complain about the burden." ​She leaned back, her gaze cold. "Look at our stories. The 'good' woman is the one who bears abuse with a smile, wears the traditional clothes you approve of, and stays silent. The minute a woman has an opinion, the minute she puts herself first or stops taking someone's shit, you label her the villain. You don't see movies where a man in jeans is a villain just because he isn't in a dhoti, right? But for us, our clothes and our 'tone' decide our character." ​She sighed, her voice softening but remaining firm. "I don't want to be worshipped. I want a partner who knows I am going to make mistakes-and that those mistakes don't make me a 'bad woman.' I want someone who realizes that my life doesn't revolve around being his moral compass. I just want to be human, Veer. Not a symbol, not a goddess, and definitely not someone's property."

Years ago, they were bound by a mistake called marriage. Too young to understand love, too proud to stay. They walked away , carrying the scars, the silence, and a story left unfinished. Now, after years apart, Arjun and Avantika stand on opposite ends of success , independent, unstoppable, and untouched by the past... or so they believe. But fate is never done playing its game. One unexpected meeting and all the walls they built begin to tremble. This time, there are no childish promises. No anger. No blame. Just two broken souls, learning to love the right way , the adult way , with patience, depth, and the kind of longing that never really dies. Maybe this is what destiny always meant .... not the love they lost, but the one they were meant to grow into. A story of second chances, healing hearts, and a love reborn in its most mature form. "They were too young to love right. Now fate gives them one last chance."

(Book II in Broken series) Sequel of My broken life. "In my eyes, you are the second most beautiful woman in the world.".......

𝐙𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢, 18-year-old, is forcefully married to the 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐫 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐳𝐚𝐢, 32, eldest heir of her family's sworn enemy. The nikkah happens with them in different rooms. They have never seen each other before, their faces are still unknown to one another. For him, this marriage isn't love. It's revenge. A boy from the girl's family, her creepy cousin, tried to harass his sister. So he took revenge by kidnapping the girl and forcing her into marriage. When the ceremony finishes, his voice turns cold as he orders his men... "𝐈𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐫𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢 𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐨." (𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳.) Two cars drive into the dark night. A few moments later, a loud explosion breaks the silence. Shehriyar's car bursts into flames and is completely covered in fire.

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙚 !

A promise. A marriage. A deal. A divorce. What could happen more? Hareem Sikandar Loved and cherished daughter of her family. She has everything one could ever wish for. In a snap of finger she can get whatever she wants. Except for the person she loves. Married to the man her mother choose just due to a promise. Will she be able to move ahead or get entangled in past? Love comes with responsibility. Will she be able to fulfil the responsibility and forget her love or her past would chase her until she is sick of it? Umar Shah Hidden son of Shah family. Loved and cherished. Spending majority of his life hiding away from his family and atlast meeting them was not something he ever expected nor he expected to fell in love with his sister's sister-in-law. Letting go someone he loved with his whole heart was painful and added onto a list of his regrets. What would he do if he has a chance of getting her back? Will he snatch her away or let her go again? With a marriage based on deal and a husband who is not ready to give a chance to the marriage. What will Hareem do? With a past and soul full of regrets will Umar ever move on or get entangled into the mess of past and future totally ignoring the existence of present? A love laced with pain and anguish on every step and a fate which pushes them towards each other everytime rubbing salt over their wound. Sound fun right? It's doesn't. No matter what way they choose they were meant to be. Is it so?

They thought it was just another school year. But Allah had already written everything. Kinza crashes into a new school - literally. Loud, impulsive, and always 5 seconds away from detention. She wasn't supposed to fall for Zayd, the calm, silent boy who treats feelings like forbidden chapters. But this story? It's not just about them. It's about Anaya, Shruti, Eyana, Meghna - girls with laughter in their lungs and secrets in their hearts. Hamza, the quiet rock. Hamdan, the chaos in a hoodie. Rayyan, with spoken glance And Aris - the little brother no one asked for but everyone ends up loving. They fight, forgive, cry, crush, and sometimes... fall apart. This is a story of windows that remember glances, prayers whispered under breaths, du'as made in silence, and the ache of loving someone you were never meant to hold - but always meant to meet. Because in the end, some stories aren't just felt. They're Written in Qadr.

Her softness is not submission, but siege warfare. His power is not strength, but the armor welded over old wounds. And when at last they collide-king and captive, tempest and throne-they discover the same terrible truth, '𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙥 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨' Dive in the Journey of Love, Betrayal and Secrets.

A tale of love, war and Spirituality.