Mahrukh is the youngest in her family. The apple of her family's eyes [ well mostly ]. Living in a joint family with a divorced aunt who is ready to set everything on fire. Just how hard could it be? Throw in a bunch of rude friends and cousins Mahrukh has the whole package. Also did I forget to mention? The man she loves is the eldest son of the family. MAHRUKH is a young girl fresh out of university trying to make things work. Read to find out whether she succeeded or not. ■ READ AT OWN RISK ■ MATURE CONTENT ■ HOT & COOL MEN ©️ qanootshahid14 | qanoot14 | Qanoot Shahid ○WORD COUNT○ 57•332

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫 "𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦.𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴" 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙖 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙧-mature & heartbreakingly kind.She spent her life trying to survive the ghosts of past she never asked for.With amber eyes that hold storms & silence & a heart full of warmth, she's everything he refuses to believe in.She has been called curse yet she still chooses love over hate. 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙧 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤d-Cold.Calculated.Dangerous-a storm in human form.He was never supposed to be hers.Yet, fate bound them in a marriage built on misunderstanding, bitterness, and secrets.He's vowed never to fall for illusions like love.Especially not with the woman tied to the darkness that destroyed his family. ~ He believes she's the reason behind his family's ruin. She's the girl who watched hers fall apart-powerless to stop it. 𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘐𝘙 𝘑𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘕𝘌𝘠. 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘉𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘐𝘙 𝘙𝘜𝘐𝘕. 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘈𝘚𝘛 ? 𝘐𝘛 𝘏𝘈𝘚 𝘚𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘕 𝘛𝘖 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘓𝘌𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘔 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘌𝘈𝘊𝘌. But when buried lies begin to surface & past enemies rise again.Will the masks finally fall?Will the truth set them free or destroy them both? Two souls. One destiny.A history soaked in blood, betrayal & love that refuses to die. Step into the world of Rida-where every heartbeat hides a secret,glance is a war, and love might just be the deadliest thing of all.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 One disappeared. One returned. Both tied to a truth buried in blood and Betrayal. ---- His voice broke. And so did I. "Congratulations, Mrs. Rathore,"he whispered. "You killed me. And you chose the perfect way. When I finally let myself feel something real... You took it. You tore it. you ripped it away. You killed me from inside. Congratulations." "Please... please, Aksh. Don't say th...that," I sobbed. "LEEEAAAVEEE!" My knees gave out the moment his scream echoed through the walls. My body hit the ground like a ghost losing its will. Shivering. Trembling. Broken. How did everything fall apart in just a few hours? "Aksh..." I whispered, barely able to speak. But he turned his back to me. Tears blurred my vision, pain choked my chest. I stood up slowly, still shaking, like my bones were made of glass. My hands reached out instinctively- hoping. Begging. But I stopped myself. No. He wouldn't hold me anymore. Wouldn't listen. ----

3 in 1 devil series 1,2 & 3. Combining the 3 books of the Devil series into one whole package. #devilseries1 THE DEVIL'S BRIDE ╰┈─➤Ajay × Neha ╰┈─➤Rudra × Kanya #devilseries2 HER DEVIL ╰┈─➤Vikram × Iniya ╰┈─➤Kairav × Ivaan #devilseries3 DEVIL'S DESIRE Thank you for clicking, hope you enjoy it🙂.

• 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐬. "Well, What can we expect from a match made in hell and a story started at a funeral?" ----•.°✦°.•---- • 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞. A powerful business tycoon. A man, whose mere presence screams danger. His sharp grey eyes can never fail to make people shiver. A man who is arrogant and dominating froze the moment his heart which was used to betrayal and Pain for the first time skipped a beat. For a woman. And he is hell bent on to make her his. Even if have to chain her in the process. • 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚. The woman who is exactly opposite of her name. A devil. A successful lawyer owning her own law firm. Her pretty dimples when she smirks and her big brown eyes when she glares can bring anyone on their knees, even the King of business world is not an exception. Peek into the story to see their sweet yet erotic love.

•completed• When I was six, Baba had got me my first doll. I vividly remember her, my best friend. I had named her Sameera, she had huge eyes and wore a red bridal outfit, I would play with her all the time and one day I wed her off, wed her to another doll. But now that I had grown up, I knew that wedding someone wasn't just a game, being someone's wife was about much more. I was in my final year of degree in fine arts, I just 21 when my life reminded me of Sameera, turned me into Sameera, jis tarah Sameera ka nikah ek mazzak tha, ek khel uss he tarah mere nikah ne meri zindagi ko bhi ek khel me tabdeel kar diya. I was the wife of a man who already had a wife he loved dearly. I am Meher Butt and this is my story. (Book is written in English) #1 Urdu (march'21) #4 Lahore (jan'21) #1 Hyderabad (jan'21) #1 Pakistan (march'21) #2 Muslim (feb'21) #18 arrangemarriage (march'21) #24 age difference (jan'21)

"I detest you." Came out of Nayantra's mouth venomously sweet, eyes burning holes in his, vexation visible as day. "You fucking disgust me." Smirking at the raw display of lust filled hatred, Agastya took a step ahead, forcing her to take one back. "Didn't see you feeling disgusted last night when you were beneath me, moaning my name and taking me so well, Nayna." His breath kissed her sensitive skin as he restored into her ears, caging her between his bulk body and brisk wall. Tiping her chin up, furry in her eyes, jaws clenched tight, she glared into the sharpest, most vicious pair of ebony she's ever come across. "Don't be so proud of it. You're not the only one who fucks me." Squinting his eyes in dangerous possessiveness, his hand seized her throat, fingers wrapping around her swan-like throat in a gentle hold. "Say that again and you'll not open your mouth for the next half an hour." The corners of her mouth quirked up, a daring look in her eyes as she repeated. "You are not the only one who I sleep with, Agastya. You're just another-" Killing her words before they found their voice, he slammed his lips against hers aggressively. Yielding to the temptation and tingles of his proximity and the furious kiss, her hands settled on his neck, pulled him closer, leaned in deeper, kissing him back as deep and angrily.

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝟒 [ 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘵 ] The first great Princess of Sagala noted as loony, who was the infamous for her crazed admiration towards the Prince Harish of Lothal. The burdensome fantasy was a great headache for the both kingdom. To get over Prince Harish decided to get engaged with Princess Shaila of Wattair. After failing in love and returned by the man she loved, the loony princess couldn't stand the pain and ended her life. But when she woke up again, she wasn't that weak, unruly and loony anymore. Her changed personality was the shocking thunder to the whole kingdom. It striked in everyone's heart and the wave caught the attention of the fearful demon prince. Now the destiny of Sagala is about to change which a spice adding in the story. Afterall when the phoenix rises from ashes everything is bound to change. 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 #1 - ashes (02/03/23- 21/03/23) #1- strong (11/04/23)

Vivian approached me, his steps deliberate and heavy, and said in a cold, dark tone, "Are you planning to put on this drama in front of the whole world too?" Confused and a bit startled, I asked, "What drama?" Vivian pointed at my mangalsutra, his eyes piercing through me, and said, "That you're my wife. Oops, sorry, my contracted wife." I felt a pang of disbelief and hurt. "So, what do you want me to do?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, despite the chill his presence brought. Vivian, looking at the mangalsutra with disdain, said, "Take it off." Shock washed over me. Vivian glared at me, his voice growing darker, "I said take it off. I don't like repeating myself, so remember that." With trembling hands, I took off the mangalsutra and handed it to him. He tossed it into the dustbin without a second thought, the action cruel and dismissive, adding to the weight of his oppressive aura. Vivian leaned closer to me, his voice a low, threatening growl, "One more thing. If anyone outside this house finds out that you're my wife, that will be your last day on this earth." _______ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞?

"Love doesn't follow rules. It defies them."⁠☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ Lavika Malhotra is Bold, fearless, and untouchable-she's a queen in heels and a storm in scrubs. She's the heiress of a legacy built on blood and healing, carrying scars that refuse to break her spirit. Every heart she mends hides a piece of her own, yet she never stops fighting for what she loves. She can save lives... but can she survive the man who will stop at nothing to claim her? "I thought he was my enemy. I was wrong. He was my fate." Then there's, Aryamaan Singhania, a man who owns the night, rules in shadows, and stops at nothing to possess what he wants. he's power wrapped in sin and charm. He breaks rules, crushes egos, and dominates hearts-yet hers is the only one he covets. Dark, obsessive, and utterly untouchable... until she walks into his world and ignites the fire he didn't know he needed. He's the storm she can't outrun, the danger she can't resist, and the man who will never let go. She hated him. He craved her. And with a single ruthless move, he chained her to him in the one bond she could never escape: Marriage. Lavika must fight not only to protect her heart... but to survive loving the man who swore to own her soul. She's chaos in heels, he's silence with a storm beneath. She challenges fate, he bends it to his will. Together, they fight, burn, and crave in equal measure. Love isn't gentle here; it's war, fire, and scars-yet irresistible.