𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

Set in the culturally rich and traditional backdrop of Pakistan, Hania Zafar Ali and Zafar Sherkhan Ali were more than just cousins-they were destined for each other. Born into the same sprawling household, they grew up together, sharing not just rooms and memories, but the unspoken knowledge that one day, they would be husband and wife. In a family where marriages often intertwine relatives to preserve ties and legacies, Hania and Zafar's union was decided at their births. Hania, the youngest and most cherished daughter, is gentle and shy, shielded by her overprotective elder brother Kaif. Zafar, on the other hand, is fiery, headstrong, and possessive-traits that both attract and intimidate Hania. But their seemingly perfect match is tested when their marriage transitions from familial obligation to a deeply personal relationship. Zafar's fiery ego-his anaa-clashes with Hania's quiet devotion, especially when family interference threatens their bond. "Anaa" is a poignant tale of love nurtured over years, challenged by pride and family dynamics, and tested by personal insecurities. Can two people, bound by tradition and destiny, overcome the weight of their own egos to forge a love that is truly theirs?

Serii Joshi 24, just gave her NEET PG exam, and is waiting for her letter of acceptance for the residency in trauma surgery from her dream college. She is the epitome of "woman." She's everything; she's sharp, intelligent, beautiful, and bold; she's feminine; she's messy, she's difficult, and she's soft and kind. She's 5'4" with a decent body. Reyansh Shah 33, Professor of Trauma Surgery and Head of the Department. He saved the hospital's trauma unit. He built it from the remains. Emotionally mature and reserved. He's cold but not with 'his' people. He needs to maintain the cold and reserved image so that his trauma unit runs smoothly. He is very strict, no doubt about that. He's 6'1" with a lean physique. He's built well, but that's all hidden well under his scrubs. How will these two cross their paths? He pulls her flush against his chest and picks her up with ease and puts her on his desk. "You're playing with fire, little one." He says in a low voice, standing in between her legs, his hands resting on her waist. Their foreheads resting against each other. "*Almost professional*? Hmm...professor?" She says with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Ps- long slow burn :) Disclaimer: I have tried to write this as medically accurate as possible, but there might be some mistakes. Also, this is my first time writing, so please be patient with me. Thank you <3 #1🏅 - surgeons #73 🏅 - gore #87 🏅- blood #6 🏅- junior #29 🏅- desi #19 🏅- romcom #6 🏅- resident #1 🏅- lovestory #1 🏅- doctors

[ Already Completed In Scrollstck ] Both of them were fragments of a once-whole existence, shattered by life, love, and the weight of their scars. Yet, amidst the wreckage of their hearts, a tiny spark of hope appeared- a child. Eklavya Nene, a single father navigating the stormy seas of parenthood, found himself struggling to be everything his son needed, especially the tender, nurturing presence of a mother. His divorce had left him fractured, and the idea of letting another woman into his life was daunting. But for the sake of his son, Amogh, he had to find a way. Unnati Kothari carried the weight of a troubled past, one that had led her to view men as nothing more than monsters. However, a deep-seated desire to become a mother persisted within her. When she met little Amogh through a mutual friend, her world shifted; the boy's laughter and innocence touched something in her, awakening dreams she thought she had buried forever. Brought together by the gentle nudges of friends and family, Eklavya and Unnati agreed to a marriage of convenience, each committing to the role of a parent for a child who needed more than either could provide alone. Yet, love- true, uncharted, and profound- remained an elusive mystery to them both. Could two souls so deeply marred by their pasts find the courage to trust and to heal? Would they ever allow their hearts to open and let love in, not just as parents to Amogh but as partners to each other? ------ Intended for mature readers, rated R (18+) for the subjects dealing with strong language, sexual content, abuse/ violence, and trauma. ------ One of the books from the 'Mad Love' series. It can be read as a standalone ------ [Updates on- Tuesday and Friday: 4 pm IST] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [Unedited First Draft] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 200K to 250K] ----- © 2024 Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyrights.

•~ 18+ dark Indian romance ~• "I hate you rudra." I whisper harshly as tears brim my eyes. I look at his face, his emotionless and stone face. "I will never love you." "I don't give a fuck if you love me or hate me." He says harshly, his hold on my wrists tightening above my head. I should do something, I should kick and scream but I do nothing. "You are mine. My wife, my thing. If I see another man touching you again I'll kill him and make you watch. Understood?" His eyes cold and jaw hard as if he is holding himself back. "Fuck you." I spit in anger. He gives me his smirk, his evil smirk. "Now you are truly fucked, sunshine." ****** 21 years old Naina Khurana was thrown into a marriage with the most emotionless and cold hearted man, Rudra Oberoi. She found herself marrying her sister's fiance when her sister ran off on the day of her wedding. Rudra oberoi is seven years older than her, he is as cold as ice, everything he does is calculated and he gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt. He is one of the most notorious businessmen of the country, he has many underground businesses which goes against every single one of naina's moral. How will they survive this marriage ? The real question is will they survive this marriage? Read to know more. Some warnings ⚠️ - detailed 18+ content (language and scenes) - will get dark at some points - MMC is rude, mean, dominating and very controlling in the beginning. (He will have a character development) - age gap - forced marriage

A Rahul Gandhi fan fiction. What begins as a formal arrangement- a book project, a series of interviews- quickly blurs into a dangerous territory. Every glance, every accidental touch pulls Rahul and Isha a deeper into a forbidden attraction that threatens to burn through every wall they have built. Behind closed doors, where politics can't see and duty can't control, their chemistry ignite into something raw, intense, and wildly undeniable. But when secrets surface and loyalties are tested, they must decide: will they protect their worlds- or surrender to the one thing they can't resist? Rahul Gandhi: Sharp, confident, and dangerously magnetic, Rahul Gandhi commands every he room enters. Beneath his powerful exterior lies a man of fierce passion and unspoken desires- a man you have dared to touch, and none have truly known. Isha Gupta: Bold, fearless, and stunningly self-assured, Isha Gupta is a best selling author who doesn't just chase stories- she hunts them. Driven by ambition and untamed curiosity, she stepped into Rahul's guarded world, unaware that she's about to awaken a fire he's spent years trying to contain. In a world where he is defined by legacy and she is driven by desire, will Rahul and Isha risk everything for a love they were never meant to have? Politician x Writer

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance

In which a Nawab is torn between love and enmity, and the daughter of his enemy-swept in a web of deceit amidst a blood feud-is trapped by his desire for revenge and lured by his grey eyes. ❝ You have two options: be killed as retribution or be tied to me forever. ❞ A blood feud. Two souls. Intertwined fates. Two families engulfed in darkness, money and greed. A quest for power can lead to ruination. To fall in love is to be led astray. Mehrzads were one of the most influential family in the country, and in Dashkor, they were royals. When the sister of the Mehrzad Nawab is attacked by a Bakhtiar, one of their rivals, all hell breaks loose. The Nawab of Dashkor, Faris Mehrzad Shah, seeking vengeance, is prepared to cross any limits. Ghazal Bakhtiar has led a quiet, some would argue, sheltered life. Having a younger brother destined to follow the path of her father, and being the younger, second daughter, she lives in the world of her own ambitions, away from political intrigues and family drama. While her father tries to build an empire, she wants to escape away from her family and chase her own dreams. But for her family, she is too pure, too naive for the cruel world. She has always believed her parents are wrong, and longed for freedom, until one fateful day changes it all. Caught in the crossfire, she soon finds out just how cruel the world can be when she lands in the arms of cruelty personified, that is, the notorious Nawab himself. Will the strings that have bonded them together be colored with more blood or love?

✨ Completed on SCROLLSTACK ✨ He married her for his son. He never meant to fall for her. But some hearts don't ask for permission. They just break the rules. Rudra Singh Rathore is ice-unfeeling, untouchable, and utterly devoted to the only person who matters: his abandoned two-year-old son. Love? Dead. Trust? Buried. All he needs is a mother for his child, not a wife. Enter Aadhya Verma-kind-hearted, steel-spined, and completely unprepared for the storm she's walking into. An arranged marriage. A broken family. A man who warns her not to hope. But Aadhya doesn't listen to warnings. And Rudra doesn't see her coming. She softens his silence. She becomes his son's entire world. And slowly, painfully... she starts to matter. This was never supposed to be love. But fate has no mercy-and hearts have no rules. When the walls fall, will he choose to love her... or lose her forever?

As he pulled her veil up his eyes darkened, Jaw clenched. without wasting any second he applied vermillion in her hair line. She can see his fisted hand as he stood up. Rajmahal of Rajgarh is a Palace of pride and happiness. 2 heirs of rajmahal are going to marry--Vihaan and Yuvaan singh Raghuvanshi. Both can die for each other. One is Quiet , mature and dominant. He is the pride of raghuvanshi's and Yuvaan is whole opposite of his elder brother but loves him more than anything. Everything was going well in their life. They are about to marry the girl of their choice but at the end....Destiny has to play game with them. . Starts:- 14, December 2022 End:- 27, January 2023 Picture/ gif/ quotes used in this story are not mine. Credit to the owner. An indian story. Fictional story. ACHIEVEMENTS. #1 in Arranged out of 1.63k stories. #3 in Marriage out of 64.2k stories. #1 in indian out of 1.66k stories. #1 in stories out of 242k stories. #1 in wattpad our of 98.9k stories