She was noise. He was silence. The youngest of the family - clumsy, talkative, dramatic, and impossible to ignore. She lives loudly, loves loudly, and trips over her own feet more than she walks properly. He's the oldest cousin. Calm. Distant. Unreadable. The kind of person who keeps his thoughts to himself and his heart locked away. To him, she's exhausting. To her, he's impossible. Every family gathering turns into a battlefield of eye-rolls, arguments, and accidental moments neither of them know what to do with. But beneath the irritation... something shifts. Small glances. Unexpected concern. Silence that suddenly feels different. Maybe she's not just noise. Maybe he's not as cold as he seems. In a house full of relatives, traditions, and unspoken rules, feelings were the one thing they never planned for. And their story? It's only one of many waiting to unfold in this family. 💫 A series of cousin love stories - each different, each messy, each unforgettable.

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

⋆｡°✩ 𓆩 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦... 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥 ⋆｡°✩ 𖥔 𓆩♡𓆪 𝗩𝗲𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵: 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ♡𖥔 𓆩𖤐𓆪 ｡･ﾟ★˚ʚ♡ɞ˚★･ﾟ｡

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐢, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨-𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦-𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭? 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.🖤🥀

"I didn't fall in love with her... I surrendered. And now, there's no part of me that doesn't belong to her." *°•.˜"*°• 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚•°*"˜.•°*"˜ That wasn't just love. It was power. It was a king claiming his queen-in front of a kingdom that would now dare not question it.

⚠️ "Warning: Contains actual filth, questionable life choices, and complete disregard for your sanity. Enter at your own risk."⚠️ Shaurya Singh Rajput, 32, doesn't believe in love. The only person who ever held his frozen heart was his Dadi. Parents? Dead to him. Emotions? A weakness he crushed long ago. Until the day he sees Divya Sharma at a family wedding, in a backless crimson anarkali, waist chain glinting, helping a child tie his shoe while laughing like sunlight has a voice. One look, and something violent awakens in him. He calls it hate. She calls him insane. His Dadi calls it destiny. A dark, toxic, devotional hate-to-love saga where he falls first and hardest, and she learns that sometimes the devil prays the loudest.

"Don't fall for me," she warned. "I already did," he whispered. ©2025 kae. All rights reserved. This story is a work of fiction by Kae. All characters, events, and names are created from imagination. Copying or reposting is strictly prohibited.

"I married a devil in designer suits. He set rules I refused to follow. Now I make the rules - and he follows them like a lovesick villain." Arranged marriage. Cold CEO. Joint family chaos. She's soft outside, savage inside. He's fire wrapped in ice. But when exes return and jealousy hits, love turns into war. Welcome to Mrs. Rajput's Rules. And rule no. 1? Never touch what's mine. "She is mine and if anybody dares to come near her I will destroy the world for her"

Azran X noor Tropes Forbidden love Second chance He fell first first she fell harder Sepration Dark romance Mention of sexual assault Pedophilia Abuse Torture Psychopathic-thriller