How can you be an orphan when your mother still pays for you? This is the painful question sixteen-year-old Vanya asks herself every day. Her mother's monthly visits to the orphanage aren't fueled by love, but by cold, crisp cash, a payment to keep Vanya a secret. Her father's existence is defined by his absolute rejection. Vanya is the childhood that never got to bloom..*The Lost Spring*. But Vanya's greatest pain is also her biggest secret. Her mother's first marriage yielded three handsome, powerful, and successful adult sons which are Vanya's *half-brothers*. They live a life of unquestioned luxury, entirely unaware of the hidden daughter who shares their blood. When a chance encounter shatters the rigid boundary between Vanya's world and theirs, the family's sixteen-year lie begins to crumble. The truth will tear their privileged world apart. But for Vanya, is exposing the secret worth the risk of losing the only family she's ever truly yearned for?

It's a story of a girl whose world revolves around her father what happens when she gets to know about her father's family

✨️Miraal: A Light in the Shadows✨️ Miraal Zahra Khan's world was small but perfect-just her mother, books, paints, and a quiet life in America. She never knew her father. Whenever she asked, her mother only smiled and said he was a busy businessman. But one day, everything changed. At fourteen, Miraal loses the only person she ever had-her mother. Left shattered and alone, she is handed a box her mother had kept for this moment. Inside, a diary and two envelopes reveal the truth her mother had hidden for years: her father is Haider Khan, heir of one of the most powerful families in Pakistan... and he already has five sons Zamin Khan. Zaryaab Khan. Humain Khan. Almeer Khan. Sahil Khan. Prodigies. Famous names. The heirs of the Khan empire. And Miraal-the daughter no one knew existed. Now, after almost fourteen years, she must face the family her mother walked away from, a father who never came for her, and brothers who don't even know she exists. Will they accept her... or will she always remain the forgotten child of the Khans? ✨ A story of love, betrayal, resilience, and a girl who never knew she belonged to one of the most powerful families in the world. ✨️

She had spent her whole life longing for love, only to be met with loneliness. He had admired her from afar, never expecting fate to bring them together. In an arranged marriage filled with silent gestures, hidden affections, and unspoken words, Alisha finds herself falling for the man who shows his love in the subtlest ways. A slow-burn romance where a grumpy husband hides his soft heart, and a lonely girl finally finds the love she always craved. Because sometimes, love isn't loud-it's found in the quietest moments.

The love and freedom they both deprived of. A love story that never got written the way it could've. Miran Hamidi was twelve when his father sent him away. He was too angry to settle down and too stubborn to live under the same roof. . Aayat grew up in the same house, but they never really knew each other. He was the absent cousin who never looked her way. Their paths only crossed during Eid greetings and polite nods. They didn't have a connection. There was no warmth or hatred, just a distant respect rooted in tradition. Five years after his return, the silence changed. It started small-a cold glance, a sharp word, misunderstood gestures. What had been indifference slowly turned into tension and discomfort. ____________________ Aayat - "Miran bhai... main-main ne sirf ek class bunk ki thi." Miran : "Tumne sirf ek class bunk ki thi... aur izzat ka kafan bhi utar diya saath mein?" _____________________ Miran: "Scene mukammal hai. Ab agar koi taali baja de toh drama bhi khatam ho. Aayat : "Sir dard ho raha tha. Woh bas-" Miran:"Sir ya jism ka? Saaf bata do, aaj toh tum dono tayyar dikh rahe ho." ______________________ But love doesn't come from names on a nikahnama. And hatred doesn't need to be loud to exist. A story of missed timings, a woman who craved dignity and patriarchal man who only controls. This isn't a love story. It's the slow unraveling of two strangers forced into closeness, under the same roof, under the same name.

This story is really HOT. Like really really really HOT. It's essentially about a college student learning about her hidden desire to submit to a man, with the help of her roommate & a very hot dominant man. This is a MATURE story & the smut within the story is VERY smutty, so be warned! BUT there's also substance to the story & it's a good read! Enjoy my loves :* EXCERPT - He cupped my breasts, and then he snarled. "Padded bra. As if you needed one." His hands were under my sweatshirt and he hauled the bra up, roughly, and then his hands were on me, feeling, squeezing, his palms grinding against my nipples. Those hands had spanked me and somehow that changed everything. His hands mattered. I arched into them, and then my head went back and he kissed my mouth again, lips and tongue forcing my mouth to give him what he wanted. "Can't think," I said, dazed, against his lips, and he growled at me for speaking. And then one hand dove into my pants, and a finger forced inward. My knees gave out entirely. We sank to the floor and he pinned me down, violently taking my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his finger, and I learned what happens when you almost come and stop and then are touched again. I was out of control, my legs opened and my hips tilted. His fingers moved to my clit, then back inside me... everything ached and burned and it was all I could do not to beg for more. The late night fantasies were back, but now I was living one, the man who took, demanded, forced a young girl to feel things she didn't know about - my hips tilted up further, he twisted around and sucked a nipple roughly, painfully, and every muscle in me tensed, I couldn't stop, there was only more and faster- I came in that slow, violent way that takes away all control of your limbs and slams you again and again against the floor. My noises were guttural and raw, and when my eyes were closed all I saw was his dark, demanding gaze. --- OKAY NOW GO READ!

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦? My ass barely perched on the edge of a desk in this casting studio. My back was arched, my legs bent up to my stomach, my body covered in small droplets of sweat, small whimpers left my mouth as nine inches of pure bliss were balls deep inside me. He was thrusting hard like his life depended on it. Or maybe it did, because he was close. There were only two other people in the room. A camera man and another man sitting on the office chair behind this desk looking at the scene infront of him with interest. He held my fate in his hands tonight. "Come for me, baby." The one fucking me said in a deep yet strained voice. I heard movement in the chair and someone ran his hands in my damp hair and lightly tucked them back. My amber eyes met his green ones. My eyes rolled back as I came. His smirk told me he knew who I came for.

Cousin marriages were common in their family, but Zaynah never imagined she would be caught in one. She had always seen Rayyan as an older cousin, someone distant, someone indifferent. But when an unexpected scandal threatens her family's reputation, Rayyan-the cold, reserved, and untouchable heir of the Raza family-steps forward with an offer. Marriage. It's meant to be a compromise. A solution. But with unspoken feelings, family drama, and a past that refuses to stay buried, Zaynah soon realizes that love has a way of creeping in... even when it's the last thing you expect.

-"Ibrahim Abis" An introvert , 26 years old, handsome, intelligent, cold, is a professor "Mujhe rules pasand hen or perfection bhi because perfection is not just a goal; it is the way of life" -"Jannat Jamal" An extrovert, 19 years old , beauty with brains , student at the same college studying neurology "Is dunya me koi bi perfect nhi he isliye galtian sbse hotin hen or zindagi me mza rules tor kr hi ata he" **************** What will happen if these two cousins who are South and North are tied in the purest relationship of Nikkah by their families? When they both have a past effecting their present and maybe future. What challenges will they face when Ibrahim is not ready to give this marriage a chance because he thinks of Jannat as a kid because of her being 7 years younger than him and also his student ? Tropes Professor X student Cold X soft Cousins Sister's best friend **************** MY OWN IMAGINATION AND WORK 💯 DO NOT COPY ❌🚫 And also English is not my first language and if by any chance this story matches any real incidents or people then it is a mere coincidence every thing is my imagination except for few places ~Enjoy ❤️

Asad Ahmad Benyamin - A powerful politician and businessman, Asad is known for his calm and collected demeanor. From childhood, he knew he was different-unable to feel emotions the way others did. He learned to adapt, mimicking what was expected in every situation. But the first time he held his newborn cousin in his arms at the hospital, something shifted. When he looked into her big, doe-like hazel brown eyes, he felt something foreign yet undeniable-protectiveness. And when she smiled at him, for the first time in his life, he felt emotions he never believed he was capable of. Amara Abdula Benyamin - The youngest in her family, Amara is a whirlwind of laughter, chaos, and unfiltered honesty. Innocent but far from naïve, she loves deeply and lives freely, completely spoiled by those around her. She adores her family, cherishing every bond-except, perhaps, her oh-so-sweet yet perpetually grumpy cousin, who has always been the one person she could never quite figure out. TROPS Age gap (10 years) Calm ml x chaotic fl Obsessed Protective possessive ml Joint family Politician bussniss man ml x college going fl Desi Dominant ml x submissive fl Soft strong fl Sunshine x sunshine protecter Grumpy x sunshine Childhood love Cousin marriage Virgin ml x virgin fl