Aira never wanted romance. She wanted residency, respect, and a life built on faith - not fantasy. Until a rain-soaked night shift introduced her to Dr. Zayan Mirza, the man who looked composed but held chaos in his chest. Their love grows not in haste, but in softness - chai shared at 3 A.M., stolen glances across ECG monitors, duas whispered instead of confessions. When Nikkah comes, it isn't the climax - it's the beginning. This is not a love story where hearts fall recklessly. It's where two souls fall correctly. A gentle Muslim romance with hospital nights, shy smiles, and a forever built one prayer at a time. AIRA ANSARI • Age: 24 • Profession: MBBS Resident / ER Medical Officer • Personality: calm yet sarcastic, intelligent, emotionally soft but strong, observant, values modesty & growth • Arc: learns to embrace love without losing herself - love as support, not replacement • Weakness: overthinks, hides her feelings • Strength: empathetic, hardworking, spiritually grounded ZAYAN MIRZA • Age: 28 • Profession: Cardiologist / Senior Medical Resident • Personality: composed, sharp intellect, calm exterior with suppressed depth, protective but respectful • Arc: allows himself to feel, to be vulnerable, to choose softness without fear • Weakness: shuts down emotions to avoid pain • Strength: loyal, gentle leader, emotionally safe partner Together they grow - not perfect, but aligned. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Halimah Was her father's pride- brilliant,kind, bubbly and full of promise. But a single mistake-falling for hassan, a charming addict with a dangerous mind-shattered everything. Manipulated into Addiction and abandoned in ruin, Halimah's life spirals until one failed suicide attempt pulls her back to a world she no longer fits into. Now married to Hashir- her calm soft spoken cousin and a psychologist with his own hidden scars- Halimah must face her past, fight her addiction and learn to live again. But when ghosts refuse to stay buried, and love begins to grow in forbidden places, Halimah is forced to answer one question CAN BROKEN HEARTS STILL FEEL WHOLE???

He had killed men without blinking, watched blood stain his hands so often that he stopped feeling anything at all. Until her. Saira Zaman. The girl who smiled at him like he wasn't a monster. The girl who whispered "Khuda har dil mein rehta hai" - even when her eyes trembled looking at the gun in his hand. Ruhaan laughed then, bitter and broken. "Khuda mere dil mein nahi rehta, Saira," he'd said. "Wahan sirf tum rehti ho."

As Sarah navigates her feelings for zayn and her growing faith she must confront the harsh reality that has held her back for years. Will she be able to heal and find love or Will her daddy issues continue to define her? Will they be each other's solace? read to find out!!!

"In the hustle - bustle of the city, Sienna loses herself in her paintings- and in the melodies of her favorite singer, whose identity remains a mystery. Never suspecting that the man behind the music is already drawn to her world. Ethan, a rising star who guards his identity, seeks solace in her vibrant paintings when the weight of fame grows too heavy. Their first accidental encounter left Sienna captivated so much so, that she wanted to draw him even though she hates drawing portraits. And Ethan quietly intrigued who never imagined he could meet her hoping to know her better. Now, as their worlds begin to overlap, will their quiet admiration give way to something deeper- or will unspoken fears keep them at a distance?" Read on to find it out more! ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED - 24TH FEBRUARY 2025 ENDED - 26TH JULY 2025

"Kuch rishton ki shuruaat milne se nahi, ek chhoti si notification se hoti hai... Aur kabhi-kabhi ek simple 'Hi' bhi kisiki taqdeer likh deta hai." This is not just a story- this is based on my life...related my story. I am , Anaya singh and I have never met Advocate Rishabh Vashist in real life. But from the moment I saw him on social media, something changed. I don't know why or how, but I started liking him-unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. I sent him a friend request, but he never accepted. Still, I didn't stop. Every few days, I tried again, hoping that one day he would notice me. I even made another ID just to try my luck. And then, finally, one day, my persistence paid off-he accepted my request on Snapchat. But now, a new challenge began-how do I start a conversation without making it obvious that I had been waiting for this moment for months? I found the perfect excuse-my friend wanted to start an NGO, and I needed legal advice. So, I messaged him, pretending it was just about work. What followed was a conversation filled with unexpected laughter, playful banter, and stolen moments that meant everything to me. I don't know where this journey will lead me, whether Rishabh will ever see me the way I see him. But one thing is certain-this story is still unfolding, and I am writing it as it happens. "From DMs to Destiny" is not just a tale; it's my reality. A reality where I am chasing an unseen bond, a silent love, and a hope that maybe, just maybe, destiny will take my story forward.

Book 2 of "THE HEART Series" ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙Prayer Of The Heart‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ She sat perfectly still in front of the mirror, dressed in a heavy red bridal lehenga that felt like it was weighing down her entire chest. Her reflection looked like every bride a family dreams of. But none of it felt like hers. The silence broke with the soft click of the door. Her best friend walked in. She looked beautiful but her usual spark was missing, and her smile looked forced. "Everyone's calling you downstairs. The baraat has arrived," she said gently. She turned her face slightly but didn't get up. She blinked back the sting behind her eyes. "I'm sorry, isho... You should've been the one standing here, not me." "Stop. Don't say that," she whispered. "Nothing is your fault. Life just... turned wrong somewhere." "I never wanted to take this place from you. But fate... fate made a joke out of both of us." "It doesn't matter anymore. You have to be strong now. At least try." There was a pause. "Did he... he pick up? Did he answer?" "No." A rush of emotions rose inside her, she tried to name it anger, tried to name it resentment. But the truth stung sharper: she could never really hate him. She whispered, "Let's go before I lose whatever courage I have left." »»--⍟--«« She never believed in love, not when her own family turned into strangers wearing the mask of blood. Surrounded by betrayal, the only thing she learned was suspicion. And when her brother's best friend walked into her life, she was certain he was just another shadow waiting to hurt her. But he wasn't. He was steady where others were cruel, silent where others lied. Still, her heart refused to trust him, until the day the walls she built began to crack. In a world where loyalty cuts deeper than knives and love feels like the most dangerous risk of all, can two broken souls find something worth holding onto? Or will their story remain nothing more than a prayer whispe

Dark Mafia Heir. Forbidden Love. A Broken Heart. Abigail Gibson was only supposed to attend her mother's wedding. She never intended to become a pawn in a vast, cold-blooded empire, or the step-sister of the most dangerous man in the Moriarty Mafia. Vincent Moriarty is cold, lethal, and devastatingly handsome. He is the heir apparent, and he has spent his life learning the language of control, possession, and violence. He calls her his "Little Dove," and under the tense roof of the Moriarty mansion, their forced proximity ignites a secret, dangerous attraction that neither of them can deny. But in the Mafia, love is the ultimate liability. To save her, Vincent knows he must shatter her completely. He publicly trades intimacy for ice, forcing a cruel, heartbreaking rejection that leaves Abigail desperate and alone. In a world ruled by blood and loyalty, Abigail must decide if the price of being his little dove is worth fighting her own heart, even if it kills her.

What if someone tame you? But in the first place, you've gotten to know his attention? His plan? Of course you will avoid it. But what if you always said that you will never fall, never ever. But how could we be confident when our own hearts were villains? Would we take the risk? Or continue to ignore our hearts needed? The intention is, to tame her, to flirt with her, and to make her fall in love deeply on you just to satisfy your lust. What if you fall in your own foolishness plan? Fall even more, even deeper, so deep. How could this be story end? By happy, or hatred?