What happens when the man you hate is the one you're already married to? Noor is a bright, spirited literature student with a sharp tongue and a hidden past. Azlan is her cold, distant professor-feared, respected, and emotionally unavailable. But beneath his composed exterior hides a storm he never lets anyone see. They clash from day one. She challenges his authority. He questions her every move. But what no one knows? They were secretly married years ago-tied by a promise made in childhood, forgotten by one and burned into the soul of the other. When fate places them under one roof again, old sparks reignite into something far more dangerous-feelings. She's sunshine. He's storms. She tries to move on. He starts to fall. But between buried secrets, shattered expectations, and a love neither of them asked for... will their hearts survive? A slow-burn halal romance full of angst, stolen glances, silent duas, and a love written in destiny.

The fire moth revolves around the burning flame unaware that it is the same fire that will burn it down. Two people who are still finding out their ways in life, but what if love finds them before that? Despite the differences, they come together, sometimes fighting each other and sometimes fixing each other. Two people who come from different walks of life to walking one together along with the flow of life. He didn't know how to fight the everyday challenges of life because he never had to face any but learns it anyhow for her. She didn't know how to receive love but received it anyhow when it came from him. He's not the one to listen to anyone but sits there for hours to hear her talk. When life decides to make you mature in its own ways and love decides to write its own fate, they can't help but become a parvaana for each other, fighting passionately to win in this game of love whilst exploring who they are and who they have become. A story of two people who are classes apart but has the same heart, a story of sacrificing oneself in love, Parvaane Rang: The Passion of Love. Because when it is the matter of love, even the moth is willing to fight the flames.

♡𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 "𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬"♡ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ 𝘿𝙚𝙠𝙝 𝙡𝙤 𝙠𝙝𝙪𝙙 𝙠𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙢 ~ 𝘼𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞, 𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞~ ╰┈➤𝙑𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩 𝙓 𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞 𝘼𝙝𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩 She was fire. He was the storm destined to consume her. When Aaravi-fierce, fearless, and the daughter of one of the most powerful mobs-meets Vihaan, a dangerous enigma wrapped in chaos, sparks don't just fly, they burn. With one swift motion, he pins her against a wall, a threat on his lips: "Don't forget, I'm your death warrant. I can fck the life out of you."* But she doesn't flinch. Her graceful eyes hold his gaze, defiant and inviting. "Maybe I'm getting obsessed with my death warrant," she whispers, knowing she's treading dangerous ground. Vihaan's hand fists her hair, tilting her head back. "You're making a mistake, minx." "No, I'm not." And that's all it takes-for him to crush his lips against hers in a kiss that screams obsession, rage, and a twisted need neither of them can escape. Enemies, yet something deeper ties them. Lust, power, hate... and something far more destructive.

Generally speaking, fate is often described as an inevitable and predetermined outcome, suggesting that certain events or circumstances in our lives are preordained and cannot be changed. Regardless of how one perceives fate, it can play an influential role in shaping our experiences and our sense of identity. In the same way the almighty had bring four individuals together and bind them with fates string. Ekaksh Raghuvanshi , The man in his late 20s stands about 6 feet tall with a lean, athletic build. He wears casual attire, looking as comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt as he does in a suit. His face bears the beginnings of wisdom and experience, but his eyes still hold a youthful excitement. His hair is neatly trimmed and his smile is genuine and warm, hinting at an easy-going nature. Meera Agnihotri , The woman in her mid 20s is full of energy and enthusiasm. Her eyes sparkle, her expression constantly animated with emotion. She has a slim athletic build and stands a little over 5 feet tall. Her outfit may be casual or more formal, but she always looks confident and at ease in her own skin. Her hair is styled in a fashion that reflects her outgoing personality, and she exudes a warmth and approachability that is impossible to ignore. The Twin baby is approximately 9 months old, with delicate, fragile features. They have wide eyes that seem to take in everything around them. They have chubby cheeks and a button nose, and their tiny hands are curled up in loose fists. Standing in the corridor of the hospital the eyes of the two individuals were stuck on the window of the child care unit Meera ~ let's get married .... With tears rolling down her cheeks. Ekaksh ~ please don't pressurise yourself may be we can find another solution for this. Meera ~ How can you say after witnessing this . Ekaksh ~ okay ! We can get married but there will be a condition.

"Silence is sexy, Baby. Isn't" "Andrew Smith" is a Gangster and leader of the BLACK SYNDICATE(Based in America). He is a Business tycoon for the world but in reality he and his whole gang is bloody killer. You can't mess with them.And if you did, OOPS SORRY Nobody left to tell what happened next.🔥what happen when he fall in love with indian girl. ...................................................................... "Shayeli chopra" is an ex lawyer. Currently owns a cafe. she is an indian girl who is currently living in America all alone. A simple girl waiting for his fictional man. Her fantasy is to marry a billionaire or mafia but what happened when her dream came true. "Hey bhagwan mera mafia billionaire husband kab aayega". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To find out what happend next dive into their story. His "SHY LADY" Her "Rew" She fell first but he fell harder.

Myra Sinha has mastered the art of silence. After losing her friends and battling trust issues, she's built a wall around her heart, convinced that love isn't meant for someone like her. But someone is watching. From the other side of the classroom, a boy notices everything-her intelligence, her quiet strength, the sadness in her eyes. He admires her from afar, writing about her in a notebook only he knows exists. Words become his only voice, his way of reaching out without ever speaking. What he doesn't know is... Myra sees him too. Two hearts, burdened by unspoken feelings, aching to connect in a world where silence has always been safer than love. Will they ever find the courage to write their story together? Tropes* - soft romance - spicy romance - High school romance - she fell first, he fell harder - opposite attracts - love at first sight - insecurities - Shy girl x backbencher guy

His voice was hoarse as he whispered against my ear, "Shh, love. Stop being so irresistible. I want to give you something." He pulled his fingers out of my pants, leaving me empty and frustrated. My eyes snapped to his instantly, a soft whimper escaping my lips. He took out a small, velvet box from his pocket, holding it out to me silently. Curiosity piqued, I opened it to reveal a pair of delicate gold anklets, tiny diamonds and rubies scattered along the chain. I looked up at him questioningly, but he just smiled softly, taking my left foot gently in his hand. He wrapped one anklet around my left ankle, securing it with a gentle click. Then he picked up my right foot, his touch reverent. "Fuck, love," he murmured, "You look even more beautiful with these." He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my left ankle, right above the anklet. I gasped, he smiled against my skin before kissing my right ankle as well. "Perfect." he whispered. ⚬──────────✧──────────⚬ Aarohi Arora, a soft-spoken, seemingly fragile girl with quiet strength buried deep within her. She carries the unhealed wounds of her mother's death and the weight of her own father's resentment, learning early that love often comes with conditions. Dhruv Malhotra, a man forged in power and darkness. Cold-hearted, arrogant, and ruthlessly feared, he rules both boardrooms and blood-soaked shadows without mercy. Haunted by the brutal loss of his sister, guilt has hardened him into someone who destroys before he can feel. A wedding with no answers. A bond neither of them chose. Thrown into a mansion ruled by control and shadows, she becomes the wife he refuses to accept and the truth he can't ignore. In his eyes, she's a lie. In hers, he's a storm she never learned how to survive. AAROHI x DHRUV Book one in the burnt crown series (CAN BE READ STANDALONE)

𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 ✦ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 __ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 ♛ 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀__𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 ♚ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞. Some friendships are too chaotic to last... and too powerful to forget. Ashmita and Reyansh were once academic rivals, each fighting for the top spot, unaware that fate was already tying their futures together. No one knows Ashmita's truth: she is known enough to be feared, yet unknown enough to never be found. Reyansh, born into a powerful mafia family he never wanted to belong to, has spent his life trying to escape the shadows of his bloodline. Years later, life brings them back under one roof ✦ bound by a marriage neither chose, and a destiny shaped by secrets, power, and a rivalry far bigger than their childhood wars.

#𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ Have you ever wanted something so destructive that it feels like your insides are burning with hatred? Yet, ironically, you long to fall apart and be shattered by this destruction. But is it really destruction, or the beginning of something inevitable? Something specially designed to be a your ruin. He broke me, shattered my soul, and then just sat by, letting me ruin him. He was satisfied, and so was I. We healed, only to break again. We understood it, we are meant to be each other's, an obsession. I am his obsession and so is he mine. We are together until we will be buried dead inside the heaven of sins.

[Love that crossed power and empires] "Is there any problem, begum?" I asked, placing the book aside, my voice neutral but alert. She swallowed. "I have given my consent," she said, so softly it barely carried, "You should get married to Inaayat Amira." For a moment, I thought I had misheard. My head snapped up. My ears sharpened, every muscle in my body going rigid. "Perdon me?" I said, rising to my feet. "Repeat that." I took a step toward her. Then another. She said nothing. Her gaze dropped to the floor, lashes trembling, as if words had suddenly betrayed her. A dry, humorless smile curved my lips. "Itni samajdar ho gayi," I said quietly, stopping in front of her, "ki apne sohar ke liye faisle karne lagi?" I lifted her chin between my index and middle finger. Her skin was warm. Too warm. She flinched at the contact. "Itni samajdar," I continued, my voice lowering, sharper now, "ki mujhe baantne ke liye bhi taiyaar ho gayi aap?" I forced her to look at me.