"Five nights. Spend five nights with me and I will let your brother go." "I don't spend my nights in brothels." *** Full summary inside. Student x teacher Forced proximity Age gap Hate to love #1 muslimlovestory 06.25.25 #1 southasian 07.10.25 #1 muslim 12.02.25 #1 pakistan 05.02.26

STANDALONE BOOK. Fate and fire collide-Ruhya Wajdan Gabol loves the one she should fear most: Sikander Jatoi, her elder cousin the feared psychotic Sardar of Jatoi clan and SJ's heir whose darkness could devour them both. Zehn-e-Siyaah was written to disturb you, not to comfort you. If you are looking for redemption, close this book now. The man at the center of this story is not broken- he is aware. He understands every line he crosses and chooses to cross it anyway. The girl is not foolish- she is kind. And kindness, in a world ruled by power, is the most dangerous thing of all. There are no heroes here. Only choices. And the damage they leave behind. This story does not ask you to forgive. It asks you to witness. How silence can be more violent than touch. How love, when misplaced, becomes a weapon. Some stories are written to be loved. This one is written to be remembered.

"Where is your dupatta, Noor?" Zaviyar's voice was a low blade cutting through the silence of the haveli, "Maybe if you want to be a man of honor, Khan Sahab, you should first learn to lower your gaze." 𝒩ℴℴ𝓇 ℛ𝒶𝓎ℯ𝒾𝓈𝒾 has always believed in the beauty of a storybook ending. Raised in the shimmering glamour of the city and nurtured by the legendary love story of her parents, she is a hopeless romantic waiting for a heart that beats in sync with her own. But at twenty-three, Noor discovers that her future was never hers to write. She is the Rayeisi legacy, promised since birth to the powerful Khan family to settle a generations-old debt of honor. 𝒵𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓎𝒶𝓇 𝒦𝒽𝒶𝓃 is the storm she never saw coming. At twenty-seven, he is the iron-fisted Sardar of a hundred villages, a man who has traded his youth for the heavy, dusty mantle of leadership. He doesn't believe in city dreams or the fragility of romance, to him, marriage is just a duty, and Noor is a responsibility he expects to fall in line with the ancient, rigid traditions of his ancestral haveli. When the modern, academic world of the Rayeisis collides with the rigid life of the Khan Haveli, the tension between them is immediate. Noor finds herself a stranger in a house that values tradition over her own voice, married to a man who views her independence as a challenge. Caught between the promise made by her family before she was even born and the life she wants for herself, Noor must navigate a marriage that was never meant to include love, and decide if a man like Zaviyar is someone she can ever truly reach.

(𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺) 𝓐𝔂𝓻𝓪 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓷 was raised on legacy, discipline, and izzat. A final-year medical student from one of the most respected families in the city, she has never given anyone a reason to question her name. Until her brother does. Ten million disappears. And the debt lands with 𝓕𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓘𝔃𝓪𝓪𝓷. The Izaans don't forgive. They settle. Quietly. Completely. In his world, there are only two outcomes, paise... ya khoon. But for Ayra, Faris offers a third. A nikkah. Not love. Not choice. Just an arrangement between two families who understand that reputation is worth more than anything else. Faris Izaan does not believe in mohabbat. Not even when his doctor wife becomes his greatest temptation.

A story where revenge turns into a sinister obsession. Burhan kidnapped Alizeh to take her life to avenge on his dead father. But he couldn't succeed. Every time he attempted to kill her, her scarred breaths and whimpers drew him towards her only for him to end up marrying her but with just one purpose- ruining her completely. *** "For me, for you and for our love," He whispered, giving life to the match stick. The dim glow slightly illuminated the darkened room. The reflection of the fire visible in his green eyes. The smell of alcohol and acid was flooded in the room. She was on the floor, trying to crawl away from him. Her fearful doe eyes flickering between the match stick and his devilish eyes. "Please, no." She uttered in a barely audible voice, shaking her head in negative. She knew he was going to fire up the room. The next second, the burning match was thrown on the floor. The acid quickly picked up the fire as the rise of an inferno began. His tall entourage now completely visible as the fire continued to create light in the darkness. He took small, calculated step towards her only for her to crawl away from him in an utterly panicked state. But before she could go behind further, he reached her, squatted down to her level and threaded his finger in her locks. Jolting her head forward, he stared directly in her eyes. "Alizeh." he pushed aside a strand of hair away from her face, "I want to make love to you," He whispered with a note of finality, and placed his lips on hers as the fire continued to light up the room around them.

In which a rebellious girl is forced to marry a Sardar who vows never to let her go, and she plots her escape, even if it means his downfall. Gulminay Mehrzad, the Nawab's sister, belongs to one of the most powerful families in the country. She always believed she was born to charm, to conquer and to destroy. And she had never lost, until a year ago. Vowing to never be a prey again, when she is forced into a marriage, Gulminay sets out to do what she does best: make her new husband break and fall to his knees so she can set herself free. But she soon finds out that he isn't like the men she played with before. He's infuriatingly calm, maddeningly gentlemanly, and the biggest shock: he's utterly immune to her looks and touch. In her quest for freedom, she risks losing something else.

"𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇." They told me her name would bring influence. That her bloodline would open doors no campaign ever could. That marrying her would tie me to the minister whose word sways cabinets and commands kings. I was twenty-two, hungry and unshaken- A 𝒢𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓏𝒾 by name, born of legacy and cold-blooded business. So I agreed. To the alliance. To the girl. 𝒜𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾. She was fifteen when they marked her as mine. Eighteen when we signed the nikkah. I never saw her-only the tremble of pale fingers, and the quiet grace in her signature beside mine. And then I left. Now, at the brink of becoming the youngest Chief Minister this state has ever seen, they say it's time to complete the picture. Time for her rukhsati. Time to claim the girl I never forgot to remember. She's the granddaughter of a man who could make me king. And somehow, she's also the one thing in this game that feels... undeserved. And now she's waiting. And I don't know if I'm ready. Because what do men like me know of worthiness, when all we've ever known is conquest?

CAN BE READ AS STAND STAND-ALONE. This book serves as a prequel to Twisted Family of Sikandars, focusing on Aairah and Hayaan's journey from their first meeting to their early married life. This story is a journey through time-a tale of love, longing, and the inevitable pull of fate. Aairah fell first. She fell hard, surrendering her heart to a man who barely acknowledged its existence. For four long years, she loved him in silence, watching from a distance as her feelings grew deeper, stronger, and more unshakable. Hayaan Sikandar, the man who had unknowingly captured her heart, was a force of nature-powerful, untouchable, and entirely uninterested in love. But destiny has a way of playing its own games.

Armaan and Haya are two worlds apart but when he sets his eyes on her, he is ready to do anything to make her his.

In which a Nawab is torn between love and enmity, and the daughter of his enemy-swept in a web of deceit amidst a blood feud-is trapped by his desire for revenge and lured by his grey eyes. ❝ You have two options: be killed as retribution or be tied to me forever. ❞ A blood feud. Two souls. Intertwined fates. Two families engulfed in darkness, money and greed. A quest for power can lead to ruination. To fall in love is to be led astray. Mehrzads were one of the most influential family in the country, and in Dashkor, they were royals. When the sister of the Mehrzad Nawab is attacked by a Bakhtiar, one of their rivals, all hell breaks loose. The Nawab of Dashkor, Faris Mehrzad Shah, seeking vengeance, is prepared to cross any limits. Ghazal Bakhtiar has led a quiet, some would argue, sheltered life. Having a younger brother destined to follow the path of her father, and being the younger, second daughter, she lives in the world of her own ambitions, away from political intrigues and family drama. While her father tries to build an empire, she wants to escape away from her family and chase her own dreams. But for her family, she is too pure, too naive for the cruel world. She has always believed her parents are wrong, and longed for freedom, until one fateful day changes it all. Caught in the crossfire, she soon finds out just how cruel the world can be when she lands in the arms of cruelty personified, that is, the notorious Nawab himself. Will the strings that have bonded them together be colored with more blood or love?