Anam Ahmad is a second name of beauty and innocence. As a sister of Turkey's most feared mafia, she is familiar with all kinds of violence, but still has a beautiful heart that cares for everyone. She is a strong girl who can do anything to help her elder brother, and she knows very well that life is not a fairytale. This world is not as beautiful as it seems. "Dishaan Malik is totally opposite of her. He has a dark, intimidating aura with Greek God face . He possesses all the qualities that a woman craves for. She is 18 She is innocent She is beautiful He is 28 He is dominant He is rude They unknowingly got bound together in a bond called Nikah." ..................//..........//............. Give your love and support to my next story "SIDDAT"(an obsession) ...........//........//.......... Join their journey to know more. #4th rank in beauty out of 33.3k stories (14/03/2023) #3rd rank in beauty out of 31.3k stories (29/03/2023) #1st rank in intense out of 9.9k stories #1st rank in agegap out of 16.k stories

𝒘𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒛 𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂, 𝑱𝒐 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 ｡☆✼★━━━━━ She loved him when she didn't even know what love was. He loved her when she had already stopped believing in it. And in the end, they both broke-loving each other at all the wrong times ╰┈⫸𝐇𝐞𝐳𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦 Tropes:- Age gap She fell first but he fell harder Secret marriage ☆✼★ He never cared about the centuries-old rivalry between their families- the only thing that ever mattered to him was her. She believed no one would ever truly care for her until he looked at her like she was the only thing that did. ╰┈⫸ 𝐍𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐄𝐳𝐚𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Childhood love Office Romance He fell first and harder ☆✼★ He thought she was just messing around-never serious, never sincere. To him, her laughter was a mask, her words just a game. But he never saw the heartbreak hidden in her silence. She walked away when he didn't fight for her. And only after losing her, he realised she was never playing. She was the only real thing he ever had. ╰┈⫸𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Grumpy x sunshine Replaced groom Mmc grovelling ☆✼★ All his victories, every achievement-he dedicated them to her. Little did he know, she showed up in every crowd, silently cheering for him, just for him. They never realized how much they meant to each other- until distance made them feel the emptiness they used to fill in each other's lives. ╰┈⫸𝐀𝐳𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Enemies to lovers Marriage on Gunpoint Forced proximity 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝- 2/June/2025 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝- 28/December/2025

His hand made its way to my face as I slapped it away,"Please don't touch me....." "Amore,calm down. God has already punished me by making me fall for you. Your tiny tiny mistakes are giving me pain."His voice suddenly changed its tone. It sounded harsh and demanding."I heard that you went to stay in that punk's house?What was his name if I recall?Adarsh right?" I fisted my clothes fiddling them nervously hearing his name from Sultanji's mouth. His eyes were suddenly dark. "Should I kill that boy?What's your relationship with him?" "No plea-" Before I could finish my sentence he placed his finger on my lips."Sssshh............" I broke down into tears,"He is innocent. He has nothing to do with me." I begged but he ignored my pleas. He was rather busy playing with my hairs and touching me. "If he means nothing to you then stop wasting your tears on him princess." He ordered. I didn't mean to sob but it got harder to me as I clasped my mouth with my hand. In a way to stop myself from crying. His hand brushed on my chin before he leaned closer. I panicked at the closeness. His eyes were on my lips. With force I pushed him away. He was startled at my behaviour. "I am not that type of girl. Please stop touching me here and there."I screamed as tears streamed from my eyes. "Only my husband can touch me as he likes not any other man." He was initially shocked at my reaction but then a smirk appeared on his face. I shouldn't have said that. "As you please princess......as I can't resist myself from touching you and you won't give yourself to anyone except your husband,then get ready for the Nikaah." Possessiveness in love, You are a cute lover. Over possessive, You are Mr Jailor. Extreme Possessive, You are nowhere.

BOOK 1 : MAFIA ROMANCE #1stStory She swore to hate him- He swore to own her- "Marriage doesn't work like this," she hissed, breath shaky. His lips curved into a dark smile. "In my world, marriage works however I want. Either you marry me, or I'll ruin you first-and still make you mine." Her palm cracked across his cheek. "Shut up, bastard!" He stilled, slowly touching the sting she left behind. His eyes burned with something deadly-and hungry. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered. "Now you'll never get rid of me." She stumbled back to the window. "I'll jump! I'll end it here!" "Jump," he said smoothly, almost amused. "I'll catch you in the air. I'll follow you to hell if I have to. Baby, you don't escape me-not in this life, not the next." Her body trembled on the ledge. "I'm serious." He moved behind her, wrapping her waist in a bruising grip. His breath scorched her skin as his mouth pressed cagainst her neck. "So am I. If you jump, I'll fall with you. Heaven, hell, doesn't matter-" his lips dragged along her throat, possessive and cruel, "-you'll still be mine before we hit the ground." ♧•°●●°•♧ #1 femaledoctor #1 intenseromance #1 loveandpower #1 Indian setting #1 Citylife #1 Craziness

#ʙᴏᴏᴋ-2 ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛy "𝐈-𝐈 𝐝𝐨" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heart pounding in my chest. I kept my gaze steady as the Marriage Officiant slid the nikah papers towards me. As I lowered the pen to sign, my eyes caught a glimpse of the groom's name written boldly: ZAIN IMAD KHAN. No. This can't be true. It can't be him. But there was no time to process this shock. My fingers moved almost on their own, signing the papers before I handed them back through the flower partition that separated me from that cruel monster. I felt a numbness spreading through me as my stalker, now my husband on the other side signed, sealing our fate. And then, a voice cut through the silence like a knife. "𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐉!" My head snapped towards the entrance, and my breath caught in my throat. Who is at the other end of the partition if he is standing here? Before I could understand what was happening, a strong hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me back. I collided against a firm chest, inhaling a scent I had come to know all too well. My heart raced as I realized who it was-Zain Imad Khan, the man who had haunted my thoughts for weeks. Before I could utter a word, he lifted his arm, a gun gleaming in his hand. He said in a dangerous tone. "𝐈'𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞-𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞" Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the room, and the monster at the entrance staggered back, clutching his chest. I stood frozen as he shielded me. The room was filled with shocked gasps, but at that moment, everything else faded away. All I could feel was the warmth of his presence, the protection in his touch, and the realization that when the best was taken away from me, destiny blessed me with the bestest-him.

He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.

"Behave," she whispered. "If you say my name like that," he replied, "I will forget why I'm behaving." "You're killing me here, baby." "Don't look at me like that-not when I've spent ten days learning how to breathe without you." --- I was twenty-four when my future was decided in a room I didn't control. He was thirty-two and already owned cities. They called it an arranged marriage. I called it a mistake. Raghav Oberoi didn't ask for my consent, he waited for my surrender. Cold eyes. Iron control. A presence that made rooms go silent. A man who didn't raise his voice... because he never had to. I wanted to hate my husband. But how do you hate a man who looks at you like losing you would ruin him? This is not a gentle love story. It's obsession disguised as devotion. A marriage built on power, broken by love, and sealed by fire.

She was never loved. Not by the world. Not even by her own father the man who tried to sell her when she was only seven. Growing up unwanted, she stopped asking for fairy tales. She stopped believing in miracles. All she ever wanted was simple to be chosen. To be kept. To be loved just once in her life. So when marriage came, she thought maybe this was it. Maybe this was her escape from a childhood filled with betrayal. Maybe her husband would finally see her worth. But she didn't know the truth. The man she married wasn't looking for love. He was looking for revenge. Haunted by the death of his parents, he vowed to destroy the man responsible. And when fate placed the daughter of his enemy in his hands, he made a promise she would suffer for her father's sins. To her, he was hope. To him, she was punishment. In a marriage built on revenge and innocence, can love survive? Or will hatred burn everything before it even begins?

"𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎" 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒄𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 Cruel. Egoistic. Aggressive. 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 a shark in business world thrives on destruction his enemies, both professionally and personally. A heartless billionaire CEO came India to destroy his biggest enemy. He never intended to reveal his dark identity until the irony entangled him with the woman he barely knows. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 Princess of Rewah and fiancée of his oldest enemy. It doesn't matter how gorgeous and ravishing she is. He'll do everything in his power to destroy prince included his gorgeous would-be wife. The only problem: he can't have her but he is taking her anyway into his darkness * Fearless. Ambitious. Powerful. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 is beautiful princess and rightful owner of crown. A fearless and success determined woman who wanted to be top in business. She never planned to be someone's wife until-a threat of blackmail forced her to marry man she didn't want. Her life took bloody turn when she picked up the battle with her fiancée's business rival. Fighting cold-blooded Vanraj means opening the doors of destruction. Arrogant Vanraj never part of her life, she agrees to stand by her fiancée's side in game of vengeance. Craving her enemy's touch was never part of the game but she lost herself when he touched her soul. The powerful thing she could do: not fall in love with her enemy but she is falling for him anyway.

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆