❝𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ A hundred concubines lived in Emperor Sylvos' inner court - the heart of his thorned fortress. With a cruel ranking system, only favored concubines had the honor of meeting with His Majesty. And only the woman able to bear him a child could become empress. Raine Stjorme had climbed the ranks to the top. And after praying each night, she was finally with child. Yet all this was rewarded with the cruelest of fates. Murdered by the man she loved, Raine cursed Emperor Sylvos with her dying breath. She cursed his whole court as they snickered at her final moments. And her curse had taken root. Now, Raine awakens three years before her destined death, on the fateful day she first encounters the emperor. Armed with this second chance, she vows to make him fall - and to bring his empire down with him. But when faced with the tyrant who claimed her heart, could she still follow through? ✦✦✦ 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝘿: -𝙀𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 -𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 -𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮 -𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 -𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 -𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 -𝘽𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙁𝙈𝘾 -𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨

Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

Wrongly blamed for his brother's "suicide," billionaire Christian Holt forces Melody Evans into a revenge marriage and cruelly rips away their newborn daughter after divorcing her. Tormented to breaking point by his ruthless mother and scheming ex-girlfriend, Melody vanishes. She returns as an untouchable powerhouse CEO. Cold and unbreakable. Now Christian must face the truth and grovel like never before to reclaim the woman he destroyed.

Sophia Bennett was forced into marriage with Adrian Whitmore after an unexpected pregnancy. For five years, she stayed in a marriage where Adrian loved only their daughter and treated Sophia like nothing more than a responsibility. But when Adrian starts an affair and even their daughter begins to grow close to his mistress, Sophia finally decides to leave. Just when Adrian realizes the value of the wife he never loved, Sophia has already started moving on. And this time, another man is ready to give her everything Adrian never could. Now Adrian must fight for the woman he took for granted... before he loses her forever.

--- Clouds of Arrogance / غرور کے بادل Ghuroor Ke Badal --- Rohan Lashari, heir to a powerful political dynasty, is accustomed to a life of privilege. His father Mir Lashari, a veteran politician, shields him from the repercussions of his reckless actions. Rohan's latest thrill-seeking venture involves illegal street racing, a dangerous hobby that his father turns a blind eye to. On the other side of the city, Meherbano "Meher" Maqsud lives a modest life with her father, Ahmed Maqsud, a dedicated taxi driver. Despite their financial struggles, Meher is determined to finish her nursing studies and improve their circumstances. Ahmed works tirelessly, dreaming of a better future for his daughter. One night, Rohan's need for speed results in a catastrophic car accident. Ahmed's taxi is struck, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. The Lashari family's influence ensures Rohan avoids immediate legal consequences, while the Maqsud family is plunged into despair, their main source of income gone..............

He wanted her; She'd always tell -- "I hope that you burn forever in hell." He has her in his grasp; This type of duo was never meant to last. Story excerpt: "You don't know how to shoot a gun." I raised my eyebrows in surprise - that's what he was concerned about? Then, I proceeded to pump the shot gun, my finger resting on the trigger. Aidan seemed a bit taken aback by this revelation and chose to take a retreating step. He eyed me with a small amount of caution from the action that I performed. "Car keys. Phone. Now." "Vie- "My name is Arianna Hopkins...!" I stressed with absolute resolution, and that seemed to shut him up completely. He didn't like that I had denied the name that had had given me - the new life that I was supposed to live with him. I would go back home. I had to.

​"I gave you three years to breathe, Hiba. Three years to grow into the woman I saw that night in the kitchen. Now, the time for breathing is over. Now, you belong to me." ​At fifteen, Hiba became an orphan. At fifteen, she was forced into a Nikah with her eldest cousin, the cold and terrifying Arzan Shah. He was supposed to be her shield, but his touch felt like fire. After a night of dark desire, he fled to London, leaving her with a bruised neck and a shattered heart. ​Three years later, Hiba is eighteen, beautiful, and finally feels free. But Arzan has returned. He isn't the man who left; he's a predator coming back for his prize. And this time, he's not leaving without the Ruksati he wants hiba in his room, in his bed and under him. these story is not like my previous one it's dark Romance and for 18+ read at your own risk.

1st Book in 'Interfaith Series'. Both have blood on themselves, the only difference is that, one's is due to giving life while other's is due to taking it... Ahaan Singh Rathore, rich cold arrogant dangerous, all these words are very few to describe who he really is. Inaya Khan, beautiful sweet and excellent doctor. kind hearted with broken soul. He is adept in killing. She was expert in saving lives. He makes other bleed. She cures others wounds. He like to torture others. She can't bear to see anyone's pain. Contrasting personalities, different religion, will they survive or this interfaith love will end both of them. . . . "what an irony, blood on her dress is because she saved someone while blood on his shirt is because he killed someone... " . . . "Do you want to get married to Malik?" he looked straight to me. I was looking at him throw my dupatta. I didn't knew what to say. Is he asking for my approval but why??? "Tell my Inaya, Is this marriage happening with your approval. Because as far as I know, they won't let you work after marriage and the girl who without any fear can stand in front of anyone to save someone's life then, she won't let a marriage stop her from performing her duties." His words got me hard. He understood what I wanted. He did what my family never did for me. With tears in my eyes I shook my head in no.

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)