In 1810s Awadh, the powerful Suleimani family rules alongside the Mughals. Mahir Suleimani, a prince and masterful warrior, is cold, calculated, and loyal only to his kingdom. Ifrah Ansari is breathtakingly beautiful, gentle, and kind, but her heart is full of grief. Her father was killed under the Suleimani rule, and she has sworn she will never forgive them. Mahir wants her as his bride, no matter her wishes. He marries her by force, but the kingdom refuses to accept her because she is crownless. She is his crownless bride, yet she unknowingly holds his heart. In a world of power, war, and old grudges, can love survive where anger and loyalty clash?

|Zaylan Khan × Zalina Khan| •Discipline × Chaos •Grumpy × Shy •Perfection × Mess •Fire × Fragile •Rules × Rebellion •Control × Emotion •Unshakeable × Unspoken •Possessive × Sensitive •Silence × Softness •Storm × Stillness •Cousins × lovers He was everything measured - the kind of man whose silence could command a room, whose gaze could discipline a heart. She was everything uncertain - too soft for this world, too tender to hide what she felt. He believed in control. She made him lose it. He built walls out of logic. She slipped through them with her warmth. He had rules. She became the one exception. Together - they were the collision no one saw coming. Zaylan's world was order. Zalina was the mistake that made it beautiful. They were silence meeting fire. He, the rule - she, the exception. Zaylan lived by discipline, by measured breaths and planned tomorrows. Zalina lived by feelings she never spoke, by dreams she kept hidden between diary pages. He believed emotions made people weak - until hers disarmed him. She believed love made people lose themselves - until his steadiness became her home. He was the calm before every storm. She was the reason he ever wanted peace. Together, they were balance and contradiction, a quiet war between control and surrender - his rules, her heart. And somewhere between his anger and her tears, they found a love that obeyed neither. Read to know more! © All Copyrights are reserved by me.

I woke up from my sleep and saw him looking at me with only one emotion that is pure hatred. I am already used to everyone's hate for me. I saw him coming towards me. "Here is the divorce papers as I have already told you I am marrying you for one year which is complete now." he said without any emotions on his face. "So sign the papers get lost from my life and everyone's life and never come again and if you want you can die because I don't care about a killer." he said and went out of the room. And from that moment my life took at 360°turn which nobody could ever thought. What will happen when everyone misunderstood a girl for something which she never did? And when they get to know the truth it is already very late. Because she has left them and nobody knows where she is or whether she is alive or not. This is my first story and English is not my first language. I will try not to disappoint you guys.

A time travel obsession ------------------------ A beautiful,cute girl 'Arushi malhotra',who lived in 2024 accidently time travels and went to 1678 ancient india. But the thing is what will happen when she caught the eyes of the most cruelest king in the history 'Arjun sighn Ratore'. Will she able to come to her normal world. OR Will the king cage her in his golden cage and make her his? Let's see what happens. #Obsession #Forcing #Dark This is my own imaginary story.Not copied.

"Saim, please... listen to me! Please!" she sobbed, reaching out for him. He shoved her away harshly, his touch colder than ice. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare come near me, you witch!" he roared, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. "I did it because I love you!" she cried brokenly. "I can't live without you!" His chest heaved with anger and betrayal. "Not once, Aina... not once but twice you shattered me!" he hissed, a lone tear escaping the storm in his eyes. He leaned down, their faces inches apart - her tear-soaked eyes locked with his bloodshot, furious ones. "I hate you!" he gritted out, his hands gripping her arms with a bruising force. "I HATE YOU!" he screamed, his voice ripping her heart into pieces. "But I love you!" she cried out in agony. "I LOVE YOU, SAIM!" The space between them was filled with pain - pain of a love that was never meant to be, and the ruins of a bond they once called family. ... He leaned in close, his voice a whisper laced with venom. "You want to feel what I felt? I'll give you more than that..." She didn't know what he meant - not yet. But what he did next... Left scars deeper than he intended. Aina shattered - not just in heart, but in soul. It was supposed to be her punishment. But in punishing her, Saim lost a part of himself too. What he did... had consequences. Heavy ones. Repercussions he never saw coming. Now the question remains- Will he be able to pay the price? Or did he just destroy the only thing that ever truly belonged to him? It wasn't just revenge. It was a punishment that would break her in ways no apology, no time, no love could ever mend. And Aina had no idea... That the worst was yet to come. ............

When the devil falls in love with an angel. . . . .

Shivansh Rathod , A devil in human skin future king of Rajasthan is cold and ruthless he doesn't give a damn what others thinks he don't care he owns just like he own billions, there are many secrets he had kept in his chest but what will happen when he will meet a soft and innocent girl and will get insanely and madly obsessed with her Akriti Sehgal, A simple and middle class girl having a dream to become doctor and studying very hard to get into her dream college she just wants a simple and secured future .like every other daughter she too wants to support her family and complete their dreams of having own house , travelling the world and living an happy life but what will happen when the cold mafia king will get obsessed with her? all her dreams and planning for future will shatter the city which was supposed to give her success will become the reason for her destruction

"𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚." 🦢♠️ "Arsalan, please -" I started, but the words caught in my throat, barely a whisper. His gaze bore into me, and I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of it. He didn't let go, didn't soften his grip. "You're mine now, Azra," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't forget that." I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of what was happening, but the fear gnawed at me. This wasn't the Arsalan I had known. This was the man he had become. The beast who now owned me. Azra Malik thought she had left the past behind, but when Arsalan Khan returns, everything changes. Fueled by vengeance for his father's death, Arsalan's sights are set on more than just her brother's betrayal, he wants to break her family and claim Azra in the process.

She was born in loss. Her first cry was an echo of her mother's last breath. From that moment, Adhira Seghal was not the daughter of a home- she was its burden, its curse, its unspoken wound. A father who should have been her shield, turned his face away in shame. A family that should have embraced her, made her a shadow in her own house. But shadows have a language too. Adhira's was dance. Every twirl was defiance, every step a prayer, every silent rhythm a way of saying: I will not break. And then came Rudraksh Singh Shekhawat. A man carved by grief, haunted by a love that had long turned to ashes. To him, Adhira was no more than a substitute, a name on a marriage contract, a woman he swore never to love. He gave her silence, she gave him smiles. He gave her absence, she gave him devotion. He gave her cruelty, she gave him forever. And still- she stayed. She stayed when her father called her a curse. She stayed when her in-laws whispered bad omen. She stayed when Rudraksh looked through her, as though she were nothing but air in a crowded room. And when his heart bled, it was her hands that stitched it. When his body broke, it was her love that carried it. When his soul fell apart, it was her presence that held it together. But who would hold her? Who would see the fractures behind her smile? Who would hear the silence she swallowed every night? By the time the truth clawed its way into Rudraksh's heart, her light was already fading. Her body failing. Her love, unheard. This is not the story of a princess crowned with jewels, but of one crowned with scars. Not of a fairytale where love rescues, but of a tragedy where love comes too late. Adhira Seghal- the girl who stayed when the world turned away. The princess who fought with silence, and loved until it destroyed her. A story of devotion mistaken for weakness, of silence mistaken for surrender, and of a woman who was both the poetry and the ruin of her own tale.

"𝑰'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖" "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐-𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐" A standalone. 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝗥𝗮𝗷 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮 took her for revenge. To burn down her bloodline. But now, all he can think about is how she tastes when she mo-ans through clenched teeth. He wanted to 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 her. To punish her for a past she didn't write. To watch her shatter and never feel a thing. Exactly- he wanted to. Because somewhere between the ropes and the rage, the punishment and the pleasure- She became the only thing real in his twisted world. He took her for revenge. But she'll be the one to destroy him- One sin, one kiss, one scream at a time. In this game of fire and control... someone's about to burn. Will she just be a pawn in his revenge?