They performed her last rites, while she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns.. not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies... they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal, but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... Or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

When she was simple, bubbly, dramatic and sweet girl from middle class family who loves her family and friends. One day she did mistake of interfering in her brother's fight and ended up getting attention of his rival. Sidharth jatoi. Rebellious and wild. He will do anything to make her his not because of love but his zidd he gets anything he wants and now he wants her. The more she ignores and refuse him the more he wants her. I looked at her for first when she was wrapped in red saree like some seductress. Long silky hair moving along as she runs. Running barefoot on empty highway, in distress with tears in her breathtaking hazel eyes. She stopped and looked at me with hope in her doe innocent eyes like i was her saviour but little did she know that darkness she was running from was no one but me I am jatoi and my love for her is Red so is my hatred. Why was i suddenly thrown to death himself just because of sins my brother had committed. Running from devil i unintentionally ran to devil. I didn't know devil would possess such a beauty that captivated my soul but that beauty meant nothing when he was ugly inside. He cadged me, took my freedom and held me responsible for sins of my brother I am sana and my hate for him is Red so is my love. You will see glimpse of my top 3 favourite story in this one Mahr-o-maah, Khudsar and Muhafiz. Also, jatoi's character has done cameo in Muhafiz chapter 16

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~ ZA¥DAN ~ 'Life is a Game of chess' Move in silence only to say CHECKMATE°°° ~ HA¥AT ~ 'Life can be a game of chess' But with a calm mind, Life can be crystal CLEAR°°° ✨✨✨ "Your name"? He asked as he stood up from his chair, taking slow steps towards me making me take steps backward, his voice extremely dark with a slightest bit of anger, his blue eyes roaming to every inch of my body taking his pleasurable time, as his blue eyes stopped at my eyes and met mine amber one, A chill rustled through my spine. Confusion spread across my face as fear engulfed me. Why is he asking my name? Like he don't know, I really wanted to roll my eyes but held the urge in. "Hayat" I replied confidently as my back hit the wall. A dead end. "Full name"? He asked fully invading my personal space as he placed both his hands on each side of wall trapping me in. We stared at eachother in silence. "Hayat Malik" I replied still staring at him. As the words slipped out of my tongue, a small smirk made its way to his lips. This was a simple action but I could sense danger from his eyes. "Aren't you forgetting something Miss...." He trailed off as he took a hold of my face from his right hand, left hand still on the wall. Tinkles spread across my stomach as his hand made contact with my skin. "Hayat Zaydan Malik" He completed and with that he slammed his lips against mine. ✨✨✨ Just two words took to break everything, Misunderstandings aroused, Their friendship broke, Their bond broke along that unknowningly they broke too. She was in love with her cousin, Her only best friend, Her ZAY. He was in love with his other cousin Rameen. ✨What will happen when they will come face to face after whole 5 years? ✨What will be the end of the pure bond called 'NIKKAH'? ✨Will he get RUBARU with his real ISHQ? Stay tuned with ZA¥DAN x HA¥AT! Allah Hafiz! 1# possessive«45.9k» 1# spiritual «31k» 1# LoveHate«10.3K» 1# jealousy«38.2K

6 people, 6 lives, 6 hearts, and 3 couples, fighting for love and enduring pain to get it. Alpha males claiming their women, hidden feelings, burning passion, haunting past, guilty mistakes, and the devotion to have their love. The story about a joint family who lives together with unity and peace....but fate put relations to the test and in the end, we know who was loyal to us or not..... A story about passion, innocence, love, hate, hurt, betrayal, misunderstanding, determination, and dedication ....people who love with heart and souls... Ahl-e-Dil (اہلِ دل) Jo shor hua hai mehfil main Hijr-e-yar ka kissa hai Ae logo kuch tu reham karo yeh Ahl-e-dil ka hissa hai (Written by me❤️🙈) Check the book for more details.

The doors to society were slowly closing, but when one door closes another door opens. Beatrix must marry. But despite her fashionable looks, her options were limited. Thomas was a widower with a desire to share his life. But in more ways than one. Damien was a common ships captain, but what he lacked in nobility he made up for in influence. For mature audiences. Part 3 of series but may be read as stand alone.

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Rayan Ahamed, a 28-year-old army officer, never wanted this life. Forced into the military by family legacy, the once-vibrant boy is now a cold, distant man trapped in duty, stripped of dreams. Inaya Amin, a 20-year-old dreamer, fled her strict home for love, only to be betrayed and dragged back in disgrace. Now, she's a prisoner in her own house, her spirit broken under the weight of society's judgment. When their families arrange them into a Nikah, it's not about love-it's about restoring honor and obeying orders. Rayan sees it as another command to follow. Inaya sees it as another cage. But as two shattered souls collide, will they remain strangers bound by duty, or will an unexpected spark defy the chains that hold them? Grab your favorite snacks and dive into their journey, where love is the last thing they expect, but the only thing that might set them free. Impressive rankings: #1 in fiction (25/08/25) #1 in Army(29/07/2025) #3 in arranged marriage (3/5/25) #1 in childishness (4/5/25) #2 in husbandandwife (18/5/25) #2 in grumpy (16/6/25) #2 in slowburn (16/6/25)

He was the country's most powerful minister and a Businessman. She was just a college girl caught in a political tsunami. He claimed her in the name of duty But what happens when duty turns into obsession? or what if duty was just an excuse to get her? Hidaya Khan never imagined her life would change overnight. One day, she was skipping lectures and arguing over exam deadlines. The next, she was forced into a marriage she never wanted to the ruthless and dangerously powerful Minister Faris Butt . She thought it was temporary, just a political strategy to end their families undying rivalry. She thought she could leave once the deal was over but little did she know... that Faris never intended to let her go! "You became mine the moment you signed those papers, Hidaya. There is no escape, no turning back" Trapped in a world of power, secrets, and unbreakable vows, Hidaya fights for her freedom only to realize that the more she resists, the tighter Faris's grip becomes. And the most dangerous part..? Her own heart was betraying her, it had started to beat for Faris... A tale of passion love and possession, where Hidaya can't run even if she wants to.. dive in to know more! ✄----------------------------------- Welcome, My Dear Readers! 🤍 This is my very first book, so please be kind. I'm not a professional (yet)! If you've decided to give this book a chance, well, thank you for trusting me. Just remember, it's your choice, your adventure! Also, a quick heads-up: this story isn't meant to follow any religious guidelines or expectations! it's purely fictional and comes straight from my weird, hopelessly romantic, and perhaps a bit delusional thoughts 💭. So if you're here for some intense, dramatic, and possibly unrealistic romance, you're in the right place! Hope you enjoy the ride, and feel free to laugh (or cringe) along the way! ✨ Most impressive Rankings💅🏻 #4 - pakistan.

"Zavyar Shah, do you accept Mehrunisa in your Nikkah?" Rumaysa struggled to breathe, her world spinning as she listened. Zavyar took a deep breath, his eyes locking on Mehrunisa, who stood motionless, as if turned to stone. He understood the weight of this moment for her, knowing how difficult it was. He cast a final glance towards the door where Rumaysa stood, feeling his heart tighten. With a heavy heart, he closed his eyes, tears falling freely. "Qabool hai." The world shattered for Rumaysa. She took a step back, her heart breaking. "Qabool hai." She stepped back further, unable to bear the pain. "Qabool hai." Her world stopped. She turned and walked away, leaving Zavyar's world in ruins. Rumaysa was Zavyar's happiness, his dream, and now she was sacrificed. He took Mehrunisa's hand, his own heart shattered. "Let's go home," he said, though Mehrunisa's tears fell silently. He glanced back, seeing that Rumaysa was gone. Mehrunisa saw the sorrow she had inadvertently caused, wishing she could undo that night which had torn two souls apart. Rumaysa, a journalist from a wealthy family, had to leave because Zavyar was no longer hers. Her best friend married her lover, and the betrayal was something she could never forgive. Zavyar, the eldest son of Mustafa Shah, bore the weight of responsibility. Marrying Mehrunisa was a duty he had to fulfill. He had once planned to marry Rumaysa, but now everything was irrevocably changed. If Mehrunisa could change one thing, it would be that night-she would undo the separation of two lovers and the betrayal of her promise to Hassan. Zavyar faced Mehrunisa with a resigned look. "I can never love you, and you can never love me, Mehrunisa. You will have everything you wanted as a wife-recognition, name, and status." Mehrunisa, lost in her own trance, barely heard him. The pain she saw in Rumaysa's eyes haunted her. She couldn't imagine anyone but Hassan and felt she had betrayed both Rumaysa and Hassan.