Aditya Oberoi A ruthless mafia. He can be define as rude, arrogant and cruel. He is dominating, cold and heartless. He is 26 years old. Have muscular body with 6'1 height. Anyone can get attracted towards him. But everyone afraid of him. He owns his family business. He owns other companies also. He is a mafia. But hides it from everyone. Heer Have no one in her family. Now she did her graduation. She was working in a small school as a teacher also teaching the children of orphanage. She really humble, kind and sweet. She is 21 years old. She has beautiful eyes with long hair. She really loves children. She is working and helping Children of the orphanage. What will happen when he force her to marry him? What will be the future of this relationship of two completely different persons?

"You are no one to me. You are nothing to me." I said looking straight to his eyes holding back my tears. "Oh really!! Looks like I have to remind you what exactly I am to you" his grip tightend on my wrist as he pinned me against the wall and captured my lips. Abeer Singh Rathore The most feared mafia in the world. The CEO of Rathore Industries. Rude, cruel , dominating and possessive. He never think twice before killing someone. For him, there is only two things are important first, his work and second his Jaan. Janhvi Oberoi A sweet, sensitive, kind, beautiful pediatric doctor who forced to marry a man whom she never met and exact opposite to her. What will happen when she gets to know that the man whom she married is obsessed with her and ready to kill anyone for her. what will happen when a cruel mafia get obsessed for the kindest doctor?? While he is master of killing and making people suffer, on the other hand she is can die to save other people. #slowburn #loveaftermarriage #forcedmarriage #desiromance​

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

Tahira Mahmoud never imagined her life would unravel into a public scandal, not when she was focused on her internship and building her future. Zayyad Ibrahim, a successful architect and divorcee, has spent years protecting his heart and his family with rigid control. But when duty, whispers, and tradition corner him, he finds himself married to Tahira... a girl he has only ever seen as a sister. What begins as an unwanted obligation soon shifts into something, neither of them expected: lingering glances that last too long, teasing that feels too familiar, and a protective tenderness that refuses to be ignored. Tahira begins to realize that love, in all its quiet beauty, can bloom even in the places she never thought to look. And Zayyad? He's starting to discover that the one marriage he never wanted may be the one thing he can't walk away from.

"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.

LOVE FROM AFAR

He was her calm. She was his storm. But storm doesn't only destroy, they also force rain. And rain? It makes things grow.

Ameera Manga would rather analyze emotions than fall helplessly into them. Warm, magnetic, and effortlessly adored, she lights up every room she enters. Her future is neatly planned, until her final year throws her into chaos with someone she never expected. Zayyan Dikko is her opposite: controlled, precise, and private. Life to him is strategy. His career is on track, his reputation flawless, and his American girlfriend is expecting a proposal. But their parents have a different vision. They insist Ameera and Zayyan get to know each other. Neither wants the arrangement. Both love someone else. So they make a deal: Pretend to fall. Convince everyone. Then walk away beautifully. Simple. Logical. Risk-free. Until the lines blur. Until emotions shift. Until the act stops feeling like an act. Now the question is: What happens when pretending becomes the truth... and walking away becomes the hardest part?

Widowed at twenty-six, just two months after giving birth to her third child, Fatima's world shatters completely when she loses her father on that very same day. Grief settles into her bones, reshaping her heart, her faith, and her understanding of love. How do you conquer a heart that has learned to survive so much pain? A thirty-five-year-old bachelor..... A ruthless businessman. A computer genius. The heir to a billion-dollar oil empire. Khaleepha Bunza chose to remain single, believing control was easier than vulnerability. Perhaps self-preservation was only fear taught to stand tall. What happens when he looks into the most captivating eyes he has ever seen? eyes holding more emotion than he has encountered in a lifetime, and finds himself tethered to them, unable to look away?

In the world of high-stakes gold and ancient legacies, Ali Muhammad Maigari was a "Titan" born to rule, a man of Saharan serenity whose very existence was a shield for the empire he commanded. But his strength had a silent, structural flaw-an obsession with a past he tried to bury and a future he feared he couldn't protect. Zara Sadauki didn't choose to be the "fragile solace" in a billionaire's contract. She didn't choose a heart that fluttered with medical risk, nor did she choose to be the "axis" upon which Ali's complex world revolved. Yet, she became the only light capable of piercing his shadows. When that axis was removed, Ali's world was thrown into a literal, physical chaos-a descent into a darkness that even his gold couldn't illuminate. Being the heir to the Maigari name wasn't Ali's choice, nor was carrying the burden of secrets that nearly cost him his soul. Why was Zara forced to bear the brunt of the grudges held by his brother? Why did she have to endure the short end of the stick in a war of blood and betrayal? From the moment she stepped into his gilded cage, Zara knew the path would be hard-fought. But she wasn't willing to remain a "clinical project." She harbors the same fierce determination to survive that Ali uses to conquer. However, there is a saying: "The more fragile the heart, the stronger the love that anchors it." Love_Scientist😘♥️ (Sumy_US)