The story of a Pakistani girl born in a desi middle class household. Being part of the society that believes Fair is Lovely, Madiha has a hard time settling with her brown skin and ordinary looks. All her mother wants, like every other desi mother, is for her daughter to find a prince charming that would fly her off to his lavish kingdom.. However, they soon realize that prince charming may not be all that charming and that true love may not always reside in lavish kingdoms. Sometimes it's infront of you, all you need is a pair of eyes that has the sight to see it. That's why they say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Disclaimer: Book dialogues in Roman Urdu still un-translated

A stern father compels Zarrar, 29-year-old surgeon into an arranged marriage with Hana, a 22-year-old student living in London. _________ "Where are you going?" she asked, flat. "Research trip." He tossed a shirt in, didn't look up. "And you're telling me this now?" "It was sudden." She made a noise somewhere between a tut and a laugh. "I do not care. You know what-" She stepped onto the couch, two quick climbs-herself at 5'4" suddenly level with his eyes, all heat and vowels. Here it is. The tongue was indeed ten feet long tonight. He stayed silent, left packing, arms folded over his chest and just stared. Hana doing her job, utterly, with whole rights over him to shout. "There won't be anything for me to be surprised if I wake up someday in the graveyard with mud sprayed over me 'cause my dear husband must have gotten too exasperated by my being, that he- the victim, had to bury me alive while I was asleep." Zarrar swallowed a smile, let her finish, then moved. He stepped in, hands light on her waist, lifted-she squawked, all outrage-then held her over his shoulder as he walked the three strides to the bed. She behaved as if someone unplugged her, forgot how to speak. He set her gently at the edge of the mattress and went down on one knee in front of her, floorboards cool under him. "What do you want me to say now?" "Are you actually asking me this?" Her voice wobbled, anger running out of fuel. "Yeah," he said, and he was smirking now, fond and infuriating. "Any last wishes of my wife before I bury her alive." ________ dive into the story of something very different from soap operas. TROOP ~ choas x cold yapper x listener age gap. doctor's divine

She was a stranger in a pastel jora. Now she's his wife on paper. Aariz Ashraf didn't fall in love with Izzah Dua. He saw her once - at a wedding he didn't even want to attend - in a village full of noise, tradition, and unnecessary colors. She laughed too loudly. She joked with everyone. She handed out chai like it was love itself. He looked away. But his father didn't. A rishta was sent. And before he could say no, he was bound to her in nikah - quietly, formally, forcefully. Now, they're legally married. Living separate lives. Bound by silence, shattered expectations, and a bond neither of them truly understands. Izzah didn't want to be just a name on his papers. He didn't want another heart to disappoint. But love doesn't need permission. Sometimes, it finds you in the tension. In the tea cups. In the way she won't stop making dua for him - even when he won't meet her eyes.

He was born to command the world- until one night stripped him of control. At 26, Rayyan Ibrahim Bagudu, the cold and enigmatic CEO with striking grey eyes and unimaginable wealth, was a man feared by many and understood by none. But one fateful evening, his world spiraled into chaos when he was ambushed and kidnapped by unknown attackers. Held captive alongside him was Jadwa Habib mai kamshi, a frightened young lady in her late teens trembling in darkness. When their captors demanded he commit an unforgivable act with her, Rayyan did the unthinkable- he begged them to marry them first. Using the cash in his pocket as a dowry, he made them his witnesses. Under the barrel of a gun, vows were exchanged-binding two strangers in the most harrowing way. And when the men demanded he consummate the forced marriage right there or watch her die, Rayyan surrendered-not to desire, but to protect her life. Moments later, as he lay bleeding from a gunshot wound, Jadwa was released, believing him dead. Three months later, her world shattered again. She found out she was Pregnant and accused of immorality, Jadwa was disowned by her family. With no husband, no proof, and no help, she endured hardship and humiliation-working multiple jobs to survive while carrying the child of the man she thought she had lost forever. She named her son Jawad. But fate never forgets. Five years later, Jadwa unknowingly secures a job in Rayyan's empire. Neither recognizes the other-their hearts haunted by the same night that ruined and bound them. Until one day, she walks into his office with a little boy who has his father's eyes... and everything changes. In a world of secrets, pain, and redemption, love finds its way back-through scars, through time, and through destiny itself.

Shanvi Khurana is sweet, quiet, and invisible in a world that notices only confidence. She falls in love with the one person she shouldn't-her brother's best friend, Vehaan Rathore. Vehaan is admired, intelligent, and distant. He never chased girls, never entertained love-because some wounds are too deep to trust feelings again. He grew up without a mother. A broken family. A past wrapped in silence and blame. What begins as silent admiration slowly turns into something dangerous... and inevitable. Will Vehaan ever fall for Shanvi? Will she find the courage to confess her feelings? And what is the truth behind his mother's death-was his father really responsible? A soft, emotional love story where innocence meets pain, and love arrives when it's least expected 🎀 Tropes:- ☆ Brother's Best Friend ☆ Age Gap ☆ Soft Romance ☆ Slow Burn ☆ Childhood Connection ☆ Emotional Mystery

#3 in India (10/10/23) ••• "Listen to me, Do not expect anything from me or this marriage. I only married you because of my baba." His every word pierced through her soul. He didn't wait for her reply, he wasn't expecting any reply from her, she never opens her mouth in front of him. Hayder stood up and was about to go to washroom to change. "I married you because of my mother, otherwise you can never be my ideal choice" Hyra's words made him stop on his track. Turning to her, he saw her standing beside the bed, looking at him with challenging eyes. Her words irked him, going to her, he held her arm tightly in his hand. "Don't you dare to talk back to me otherwise I will cut your tongue." He warned her in a low, dangerous tone. "Ouch!" A soft whimper left her mouth, she tried to free her arm from him. Her eyes brimmed with tears. He was holding her arm very tightly, it might leave bruise later. He left her arm. "One more thing, whatever happened in this room should stay in this room. If you complain to anyone about anything, you will see the worst side of mine." Before leaving, he told her. "You can not be anymore worst." Hyra mumbles to herself, wiping her tears. •••

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)