We were never supposed to marry, and our marriage was wrong because of many reasons but it didn't take him a single second before he shouted in front of the whole village and said that I am his wife and marry me in front of them. And I was just standing there like a statue because what could I have done when my own family is in different country and the person whom I was getting married ran away leaving me to get killed by the goons. He saved me when no one was there for me, when everyone was against me and wanted to kill me. He stood there like a rock and become my shield and my husband. And this is where our story of endless love and fight begins. And all of this just because we are from different religion and society will never accept our marriage and love. All of this started because of that tremendously awful day when it was announced that our country is getting divided into two parts and that we have to leave our country, my home where I was born and brought up. The partition of 1947 changed my life for forever. I am Noor and this is my story of Love and War with those whom I used to thought were my loved ones.

[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....

જ⁀➴ 𝓔 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ~ "I asked you something, Why did you do that for me?" she said, fastening her seatbelt. He stared straight ahead at the road, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. "Because I hate you," He said finally. Her head snapped toward him. "And damn it... you hate me too. Maybe the most." He let out a short breath. "And I want that hate all for myself." ~ "But you hated me." She said, while shivering in his arms. "I'm re-considering my life decisions at this point." He whispered before pulling her into a kiss.

He promised to be the perfect gentleman. She promised to ruin him. Shreyash is the ultimate gentleman every parent wants. He is polite, intelligent, respectful, and blushes very easily. Back in college, he was the untouchable, brilliant senior and also Adhira's brother's best friend. Now, he's Adhira's husband, and he is determined to treat her with the utmost patience, care, and gentlemanly restraint. There's just one problem, Adhira is determined to be a thorn in his gentlemanly ways. Stubborn, demanding, and utterly unapologetic, Adhira knows exactly what she wants. And what she wants is for her shy, tightly wound husband to finally snap. From deliberate teasing under the family dining table to cornering him against locked bedroom doors, she is on a relentless, sensual mission to completely shatter his polite boundaries. As Adhira pushes him closer and closer to the edge, and once the senior finally surrenders control... there is no going back. Tropes: Brother's best friend Popular girl x Smart Topper guy Badgirl x Goodboy (in bed) Virgin x Virgin

He was her brother's best friend. She was his only obsession. Khwaish Khan, the sweet doctor who believed in saving lives. Agastya Qureshi, the ruthless politician who believed in taking what was his. Khwaish wanted a fairytale love, but Agastya didn't love, he possessed. His touch was filthy, his obsession brutal, the kind that chained her body, mind, and soul until escape wasn't an option, only surrender. Because in his world, she wasn't a choice. She was his. To worship. To make love to. To ruin. When desire becomes obsession, who will shatter first - the rabbit which fears, or the snake which hunts? What happens when old promises re-surface, and vows chain them in a marriage of convenience? Will Khwaish fight his filthy obsession... or crave the ruin he promised? | Book 2 in Crimson Vows Series |

A twisted tale of obsession, control, and the kind of love that doesn't just 'owns' you... it unravels you in the most beautiful way. (Mature content ahead! Reader discretion is adviced )

All ideas and plots belong to me except the pictures which were taken by pinterest. Zoya Khan never thought her life would change the day she agreed to a marriage she never wanted. A simple, kind girl from a middle-class family, she believed in patience, in healing, in love that comes slowly... not contracts written by families. Zaveyaar Malik, on the other hand, lived in silence. A powerful CEO, cold and distant, he had everything the world could offer except peace... After losing his twin brother, the part of him that believed in warmth, love, and even hope slowly disappeared....He stopped letting people in... he stopped believing in Allah as he always thought Allah didn't hear his duas when he was begging him to cure his brother. Their marriage was never meant to be love. It was an arrangement between two families, two worlds that didn't belong together....She was warmth. He was silence. But sometimes, silence listens. And sometimes, warmth stays where it was never welcomed. What begins as distance, misunderstandings, and emotional walls slowly turns into something neither of them planned... something dangerous, something soft, something real. And in the quiet spaces between them, love begins to become. Tropes :- Strangers to lovers Slow-Burn Romance Cold hearted MMl × Kind FMl Rich MMl × M/C FMl Arranged marriage to love marriage Grumpy MMl × Sunshine FMl Possessive MMl

❝𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐡 𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦, 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐡𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢, 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡 𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦.❞ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ───────── *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 𝐑𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚-founder, chairman, and a man who built an empire in France from nothing but ambition and silence. Powerful, untouchable, and feared, he carries storms behind calm eyes. 𝐀𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭-a compassionate veterinarian and owner of "ꪖꪖꪜꪗꪖ" Clinic. Gentle yet resilient, she built her world with patience, purpose, and quiet strength. People say opposites attract. They were never opposites. They were two souls carrying the same scars, the same silence, and the same memories they never spoke of. Their marriage was arranged. Their hearts were not. Neither planned to love again because that place had once belonged to someone they had already lost. But somewhere between duty and destiny, she became the peace he never sought... and he became the shield she never knew she needed. Yet when the ghosts of their past return, will their fragile bond survive? Or will 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐭 and 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 destroy their only chance at healing? ❁ ═══════════════ ❁ ♡ TROPES ♡ ➥Arranged Marriage ➥Flirty x Shyly ➥Possessive ➥Slow Burn Romance ➥He fell first and fell harder ➥Fate & Destiny ❁ ═══════════════ ❁ ❥➺ Started on March 2026. ❥➺ Book 1st of Arranged by fate series. ❥➺ A standalone book. ❥➺ Published by AuthorSia. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ─────────･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 "I think Chahat and Veer should talk in private," Parvati ji suggested. Urmilla ji nodded, asking Chahat to take him to the terrace. The moment they were alone, Veeransh spoke - straight, emotionless. "I'll come to the point. I have no interest in marriage. I'm agreeing only for Dadi. Don't expect anything beyond respect and loyalty." Chahat's eyes hardened. "What if I say no? Actually... I am saying no. It was nice meeting you for the last time, Mr. Raghuvanshi." She turned to leave. Just as her hand reached the door, her phone buzzed - an unknown number. She ignored it. "Dekh lo," Veer's voice came from behind, edged with a faint smirk. "Might be important." Something in his tone made her open it. A video. Her breath stopped. She staggered back in shock - straight into him. Veeransh leaned down, close to her ear. His breath brushed her neck, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "A yes from your side... or a yes from mine," he whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Choice is yours."

Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his "pasandida aurat." She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-"forever?" _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-ever.Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except 'her.' _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥