𝐍𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐧 "𝐒𝐡𝐡... 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝." . . NYRA VARDHAN The first time I died, it was at his hands. Not with a gun. Not with a knife. No, Aadyan killed me in the slowest, cruelest way possible. He made me his. It wasn't a choice. It never was. He kissed me like a claim, like a war, like a grave I'd never crawl out of. He kissed me like he'd breathe me in, just to tear me apart from the inside. And when he pulled away? He smirked. Like he'd just set me on fire and dared me to beg for the burn. That was the moment I realized-I could run, I could fight, I could bleed. But I'd never be free. Because this man, this monster... He would never let me go. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. AADYAN ZAVERI She thinks she can escape me. She thinks I'll let her go. But my little rebel doesn't understand. I don't let go of what's mine. Not when she fights me. Not when she hates me. Not even when she says my name like a curse instead of a prayer. Because here's the thing about me, little storm- I ruin what's mine before the world even gets a chance to touch it. And you? You were dead the moment you caught my eye. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 18+ content. Mature language!

"He's her husband by fate, but she's more than just a wife to him-she's his obsession. Ibrahim and Sara's arranged marriage was meant to be a simple formality, but when Ibrahim returns from five years abroad, it's anything but ordinary. Ibrahim's possessiveness over Sara is undeniable-every glance, every touch, every word is laced with a fierce protectiveness that goes beyond love. Sara, young and independent, is shocked by his sudden affection and his jealousy over even the smallest interactions with other men. Ibrahim's cold, distant exterior hides a heart that's terrified of losing her, but he's never been one to show weakness. As they navigate their complicated marriage, Sara discovers that beneath Ibrahim's tough exterior lies a man who would go to any lengths to keep her safe, cherished, and by his side. Torn between his fear of showing too much affection and the overwhelming desire to keep Sara close, Ibrahim struggles to balance his possessiveness with the love he's slowly learning to give. As they clash, argue, and face their fears together, they begin to see that their bond is deeper than they thought. A story of love, jealousy, and the journey of two people who were once strangers finding their way to each other-this is a tale of marriage, possessiveness, and the transformative power of love. If you believe in fierce protectiveness, second chances, and the kind of love that makes you lose control, this is the story for you." ✨Tropes✨: Arranged marriage Possessive husband over-protective husband jealousy slow burn

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 𓆩♡𓆪 ᴀ 𝚜ʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ 𓆩♡𓆪 She missed her flight and ended up in a foreign land. He had no intention of tying himself to anyone - until destiny did it for him. Zareen, a girl lost in Arabia after Umrah, finds herself in the care of a quiet, guarded man. Taimoor never imagined marrying a stranger, but when circumstances force their nikaah, neither of them knows how fate is gently weaving their souls together. In a world away from home, hearts find a home in each other. This isn't just a marriage. It's something written long ago - 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲.

Any fantasy? Dark-" The words caught in my throat the moment I realized what I had almost asked. A man I had nearly killed minutes ago. The knife resting between us spun lazily over the hard surface of the car hood, metallic sound slicing through the silence after every turn. Seven rounds of truth. Seven times it had stopped at him. Not me.Him. Rain-heavy clouds crowded the sky above us while distant thunder rolled across the empty highway. He leaned back against the car as if none of this bothered him. As if the blade wound on his thigh wasn't still bleeding beneath his dark clothes. "Darkest?" he repeated slowly, a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips. My fingers tightened unconsciously around the handle of my knife.He noticed. Of course he did. "Going rough under a storm like this," he said without hesitation, his gaze lifting toward the dark sky around us. "Where she sounds wilder than the rain falling on us and-" . . "And-?" I asked before I could stop myself. His eyes returned to mine this time. Completely. "And... seven rounds." The way he said it-calm, shameless, certain-made heat crawl beneath my skin despite the cold wind brushing against us. "Why specific to seven?" The question slipped out instantly. . . His gaze darkened with amusement. "Mm..." A sharp hiss left his lips as he pressed his palm harder against the blade wound on his left thigh-the same wound I had carved there moments ago. . . His brows lifted teasingly before he winked. "Why?" His voice dropped lower. "You want more? Ten?" . . "Go to hell." . . The next second, my back pressed against the hard surface of the car hood while he stood over me, trapping me beneath him. . . "Why seven?" he whispered against my ear, his voice almost drowned beneath the storm. "From 06:55 PM till 11:56 PM..." His grip tightened slightly against my nape. "You said 'I hate you' seven times, Petal." . . "That's why." . . "And this time-the rain approved me" [ STUDENT PROFESSOR DARK ROMANCE]

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

🌙 Light and Shadow 🌑 She was born in light. A princess whose smile made the roses bloom, whose steps never touched the ground without watchful eyes on her. He was born in shadow. A boy who grew into a man, carrying steel at his side and silence in his heart. - - - He was sworn to protect the throne. But it was her name his heart answered to. He had fought for her - long before she ever knew him. And when Layla finally realized... she had only one question left: Was his loyalty meant for the kingdom - or for her? - - - When Layla returns to the palace after years away, she cannot place the man who now watches over her-yet something in his gaze feels strangely familiar. He remembers everything. Every laugh. Every twirl. Every vow. Every whispered "watch out for me." Now she is a woman, bound by duty to a crown and a kingdom. And he is her protector, sworn to shield her no matter what. But shadows do not stay silent forever. And the closer she drifts to him, the harder it becomes to hide the truth: He was never just anyone. He was her first love. And perhaps... her last. When the past creeps back, love becomes a dangerous game, and the heart's deepest desires may be its deadliest secret. Most Impressive Rank 🥈#2 in bodyguard | Nov 16th 25 🥇#1 in Arabian | Jan 19th 26

☆ AMAAN ULLAH ZAMAN ☆ 27 year old ex-marine who is now looking for some meaning in his life. After his father remarried he doesn't have a family to call his own. When the opportunity of bodyguarding a spoilt princess comes along he takes it up. But will he regret this decision. ♡ LAYLAH ALI MANSHA ♡ 24 year old Laylah has trust issues. She has seen a lot in her life already and doesn't want anyone else ruining the little peace she has. When Aman enters her life uninvited how will she deal with him. Rather how will she deal with him knowing her secrets. She is broken, but so is he. She is lonely but so is he. She has demons and he knows how to tame them. She loves to cook and he loves to eat. Amaan and Laylah come from different ends of life. He is struggling to make ends meet and she is struggling to spend her money? What happens when Amaan tumbles into Laylah's life uninvited. Can she learn to trust him? ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ Although this is a muslim based love story, it is open for anyone from any background. Art isnt subjective to one culture or religion. Dont be afraid to peak in.

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒛 𝒆 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒 [Sickness of Love] ****** She never imagined life would bring her to a crossroad where she'd question her own existence. One fleeting encounter and suddenly, she was desperate-for a moment that had already passed. He never believed in fate. Not until he saw her. And for the first time, destiny felt like a choice he was willing to surrender to. [Anaya x Eryan] Tropes:- Mafia romance Enemies to lovers Secrets. ***** She thought nothing could break her-until loving him did. But fate has a cruel sense of irony. Because she was the one who played-and ended up broken He never believed in love or games. To him, it was all just a ridiculous illusions. Until he fell-for her. And became the kind of broken he swore he'd never be. [Minhail x Amaaz] Tropes:- He fell first and harder FMC grovelling Contract Marriage ***** She never believed in love at first sight. What she mistook as innocent admiration was an obsession in disguise- and before she knew it, she was trapped in a love that never asked for permission. Love was never part of his plan- but since when did the heart follow logic? All he ever truly knew. was that she was his- with or without her consent. [Mahira x Arkan] Tropes:- Obsessed Mmc Past traumas Marriage on Gunpoint

Every six months, the tenant living on the fifth floor vanishes. No warnings. No witnesses. Just a locked door and a name that fades from memory. When it's Lavanya's turn, she says she doesn't believe the stories. Until she finds a diary hidden deep in the wall, its pages filled with the lives of people who once lived where she does now. Each entry is colder than the last. Each one written with impossible detail. As the sixth month draws closer, her worries spike. The only thought troubling her is this : "Will the next name be mine?"

Arhaan leaned in, whispering, "Aap yeh shaadi nahi karna chahti?" (Don't you want to get married?) She shook her head. No. "Mana kardo." (Refuse them) She broke down harder. He didn't understand why, but then, Arhaan saw him. The groom. Middle-aged, maybe fifty. Dressed in sherwani, heavy-eyed, staring at the girl with a smile that made Arhaan's blood run cold. The girl shrank beside him like a dying flame. Arhaan's jaw clenched. Now the puzzle clicked. Of course she ran. What girl in her right mind would marry a man old enough to be her father? ----- A stormy night. A runaway bride. A split-second decision that changes everything. When their paths cross by chance, one act of courage sparks a chain of events neither saw coming, and a love neither of them was looking for. A tale of hearts colliding in the most unlikely storm. But, saving her was only the beginning. Dive into Saifa: The Bride He Saved and get lost in a love story that will keep you turning the pages. ✨ - Siya M