AHMED RAZA KHAN A 30 year old Man known for his ruthless behaviour, sharp mind and charming personality, a cold-emotionless wreck, that's what people say. In the eyes of world he is a well known businessman, the king of business world, a kind hearted Man who cherish his people with actions instead of words but in the dark of night, He is the lord of underworld Mafia, BLOOD THIRST MANIAC, His favourite hobby is to play with blood due to which a lot of people fear him. You can say the quote is made for him "Feared by Many, defeated by none!" AYYANA WAJAHAT MALIK A 19 year old Girl, blessed with kind heart and sweet nature, her innocence is which let other people use her. Her parents died at the age of 6 after that she lives with her aunt, SABEEN SHEHERYAR RAIZADA and uncle, SHEHERYAR RAIZADA. She is a beautiful soul with cheerful personality, her talkative side is only for her bestie and family. Her life is full of joy, happiness and blitheness but when she unknowingly enter in the Mafia's world-everything changes, leads her into a force marriage laced with revenge, blood and secrets so cruel for the little angel. What turn will their relation take? What happened that broke Ayyana? Will they ever live like a happy couple? To know, Dive into their world with lots of love and support! THIS IS A MUSLIM STORY Thank you for choosing my book🎀 Your Author Arena. #08 on Pakistan #04 on Fun

Raghvendra, a disciplined politician, is strong yet emotionally reserved, his wife Manika being his sole weakness. Manika, a free-spirited social worker, is empathetic and optimistic but also trusting and impulsive. Their relationship highlights the contrast between his calculated life and her carefree nature, revealing his vulnerability. Read it on your risk... .

A curse, alive in the two most powerful families. A contract written in blood. Promises made by fates. Secrets in every breath that's held here. Some debts don't die. They live in bloodlines like a second heartbeat - quiet, patient, pulling. The curse is old. Older than the families carrying it. Older than the walls built to contain it. It does not warn. It simply waits - in the blood, in the bone, And the two people at its center - utterly unaware. Vartika Singh. A lawyer hunting injustice. A RAW agent ending it. Both drenched in secrets. Both haunted by the same aching nightmare - the specific nightmare of someone whose heart remembers things her mind was never told. Then comes a promise that puts everything at stake. And it leads her - because fate does not ask permission - straight into the Rathore Empire. Like fate signed the contract before she ever knew the terms. Because here, nobody tells the whole truth. Every smile hides a strategy. Walls whisper. Corridors remember. Loyalty is just another mask worn until it becomes inconvenient. In this empire - truth destroys more than lies ever could. Then she meets him. Devansh Singh Rathore. Charming. Dangerous. A man who wears deception in layers - truth buried under arrogance, intentions hidden beneath power. Why is he the villain? Or is he simply the only one honest about being dangerous? Before she finds the answer, she is bound to him. A marriage. A war disguised as vows. But living under the same roof blurs lines her agency never warned her about. Because Devansh is not just a husband she must endure - he is a man who senses deception, who might destroy her mission simply by looking too closely. And her heart - which remembers things her mind doesn't - recognises him. Not his face. Not his name. Something older than both. The curse, finally closing the distance it was always going to close. Her heart remembered things her mind didn't. The only question - would she let herself remember too.

Welcome to the Academy of Chaos, where training is tough, discipline is strict, and... pranks are a daily occurrence? Meet Divya, a mischievous troublemaker who lives to annoy her rival, Karthik, the fun loving trainer with many ideas to get his revenge (and a hidden fear of ghosts). Then there's Pragya, a doctor who somehow causes more injuries than she treats, much to the dismay of Raghav, the grumpy commander who secretly wonders if she needs more training than the cadets. Between impossible drills, unexpected explosions, stolen desserts, and one unfortunate superglue incident, the academy is full of laughter, chaos, and unexpected friendships. But when a real danger threatens their team, they must put aside their rivalries and prove that they are more than just a group of misfits. With a perfect mix of action, humor, romance, and friendship, this story is for anyone who loves fierce rivalries, heartwarming moments, and characters who will make you laugh out loud. Get ready for a ride full of pranks, unexpected alliances, and bonds that no amount of superglue can break!

𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑹𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝑿 𝑲𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 { under major editing } Vengeance was never meant to become love. It was supposed to be fire, destructive, consuming, final. He burned in it, fed it, let revenge carve a throne inside his chest. She, meanwhile, was healing, quietly and painfully, learning who she was when the lies were stripped away. Because what could be crueler than realizing your entire life was a performance? That the name you answered to, the home you trusted, the love you believed in, all of it was a facade. And now you are left with the most terrifying question of all. Who am I, if everything I was taught to be was a lie? Somewhere between his rage and her rebirth, revenge lost its edge. It twisted. It lingered. It stared back at him with her face. And healing stopped being gentle. It turned sharp and addictive, because knowing him felt like knowing the truth, even if that truth was poisonous. They did not fall in love. They fell into each other, into a dark, suffocating obsession where pain felt familiar and destruction felt like home. He wanted to ruin her. She wanted to find herself. Instead, they found something far more dangerous. A love born from ashes, obsession stitched together with revenge, and a bond so dark neither of them wanted to escape it. ⸸ "Get out of my house. The divorce papers arrive at dawn." Love didn't break. It was executed in silence. ⋆♱- "It hurts right here," he murmured, "amore, aur kitna tarpaogi?" His arms opened like a plea, fingers trembling over the ruins of the place she once lived-his heart, now homeless. ⋆♱- "You'll not touch me." "I won't," he whispered. "And that's the cruelty of it, amore." He dropped to his knees, desire caged, pride stripped bare, his head bowed at her feet, where love ended and obsession began.

Butterfly banogi , jaan? 🦋 " ye murli aapki hui ...Radhe or ye shivay bhi..." " 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐣𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐟 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐞 𝐮𝐣𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧? 𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐞... 𝐘𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞? " ☾ Ishq ek aisa toofa hai, jo dard saath mein lata hai...I won't be able to give him anything but pain... ⋆༺𓆩🖤𓆪༻⋆ ☾ Aapki rooh se ishq kar baithe hain hum... Ab khud ki rooh ka janaza bhi uth jaye...To bhi koi ghum nahi... . . When love becomes TAPASYA , somewhere destruction starts She was all alone , she was cursed to stay alone . when she thought she had found her love , he betrayed her . and when the one to love her came destiny betrayed her " I am all yours , yours to love and yours to destroy '' he gave her everything but her traumas still overpowered her and the fear of losing him became reality

He wasn't supposed to touch her. Yet here she was in his arms, held like she belonged there, like she had never been meant to stand anywhere else. "Put me down..." Arohi whispered, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold on to. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a weak attempt to create distance, but his grip only tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he wasn't letting go. "You still think you have a choice?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but something darker lingered beneath it, something that made her breath hitch. She looked up at him, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't anger or care, it was something far more dangerous. Something that didn't ask. Something that claimed. Years ago, he had left without a word. Everyone thought it was his choice. But the truth was, he left to protect her from himself, from the way his gaze lingered too long, from the darkness inside him that whispered her name like a sin. He thought distance would bury it, that time would erase it. But obsession doesn't fade. It waits. It grows in silence. And now he was back. Standing too close, holding her too tightly, looking at her like he had already crossed a line she didn't even know existed. "I did that once," he said quietly. "Let you go." His hold tightened just slightly. "Not again." In that moment, Arohi understood something she should have realized the second he walked back into her life. He didn't come back to stay. He came back because he couldn't stay away. Because the darkness he once ran from now wanted her. Not gently. Not safely. But completely.

फिर से दिल उसी मोड़ पर आ खड़ा है, जहाँ से कभी खुद को दूर किया था... कुछ यादें हैं जो छूटती ही नहीं, चाहे कितना भी उन्हें भूलना चाहा था... दिल है कि मानता ही नहीं, हर बार वही रास्ता चुन लेता है... दूर रहकर भी जो अपना लगे, शायद उसे ही मोहब्बत कहते हैं... कुछ रिश्ते नाम के मोहताज नहीं होते, बस एहसास में ही जीते रहते हैं...