Maysa Jaleel is a south asian mafia queen carved from vengeance and steel, ruling her empire with a mind sharper than any blade. Burak Ghazi is her sworn enemy-the king of a rival syndicate, forged in fire and known for burning kingdoms to ash. Their blood feud has shaped the streets for years. But when war threatens to destroy everything they've built, a strategic marriage is the only way to stop the slaughter. Now bound by a truce neither of them wants, Maysa and Burak must navigate a union steeped in distrust, resentment, and blistering tension. Behind closed doors, their marriage is a battlefield-each word a weapon, each glance a challenge. Because in this war, love isn't the weakness. Mercy is.

<A mafia princess & the mute kidnapper> At fifteen, Noor Ghazi's world shattered-violence, silence, and scars she could never outrun. She never felt attracted to anyone after that until the night she was kidnapped. Her captor? Azlan Zaarim. Mafia consigliere. Too old. Ruthless. Silent. A man the world feared as a monster, as the hunter. Yet in the shadows, Noor discovers something far more dangerous, his softness and her temptation. She should hate him. She should fear him. Instead, between stolen glances and cracked walls, her chaos collides with his control. She becomes the light he can't resist. He becomes the darkness she can't let go. But when her father is back in her life to take her away, would she choose duty or love? Would she choose childhood or future? A girl who was casted out of her house, stumbled again with a choice, father or lover? and that's a choice no girl wants. Book #2 of Ishq in Ruins series

This isn't your typical revenge story. Here, Ekansh isn't interested in seeking his revenge from Faria. He's just a broken soul, the man belonging to middle class with a nine to five job who's well aware that even if it's about justice, he can't compete with the ones who belong to the top section of the society. While, Faria was born into that top section of the society with all the riches and comfort. She's kind and pretty, something that Ekansh never expected from her. Two different people under one roof. What exactly can go wrong? Everything. Because love knows no bound.

She divorced him, only to learn after years he had gone insane in her absence, but that's too typical, right? Let's round back from the start. Hoorain Jahan & Naufal Zarar belonged to rival families, bloodshed was normal in their world, betrayal? even more so. But they fell in love, got married, at least that's what she thought until one day she received papers that their marriage wasn't how it looked. Three years of marriage was nothing? And Three years of divorce while she was gone? What happened in her absence that made him go insane? What happens when two enemies collide again, this time not for empires but for personal grudges? [check the tropes in the prologue]

When she poisoned him, she never expected him to fall into a coma for two long years... and she never imagined he would wake to hate her and she definitely didn't think she'd need seduction to get him back. Raad Zaveri-the devil of South Asia, the Kingpin of Islamabad, Pakistan, is a towering 6'5" force of nature. Feared across continents, ruthless in business, merciless to his enemies, yet soft and utterly devoted to the one woman who betrayed him. Aayat Zaveri, his childhood love turned wife, is sweet, gentle, and fiercely loyal but a single, desperate mistake has shattered everything between them. Now, he cannot look at her without remembering the betrayal. Yet, the pull she holds over him is undeniable. Her touch, her presence... the very thought of losing her drives the grumpiest, most imposing kingpin to the brink. In a world ruled by power, obsession, and danger, Raad and Aayat must navigate the thin line between hate and desire. Can love survive when betrayal and possession collide? Can two hearts that were once inseparable find their way back from darkness? And remember, Raad isn't a man who shares, at all.

" 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲" ★ - 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐲𝐞𝐝 : a billionaire with insomnia. something's happened to the sunshine guy in the past 2 years that left him with a curse, a dreadful trauma, something he can never detach himself from, a sin he committed to be precise. A kind of pain that leaves unhealed scars on the heart. A curse that completely changes the person. ☆ - 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 : a famous neurologist. Growing up in a typical household, the girl always dreamt of studying medicine, despite the family's degrading attitude towards girls. She eventually fulfills her dream and breaks those stereotypes. A girl obsessed with beaches, ice cream, and is a ball of sunshine, a bundle of happiness. She's clumsy yet adorable. 𖤐 - 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 ? 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 ? to get to know more you've to hop into reading the book.

𝐒𝐮𝐟𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐞𝐞𝐝 and 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧 were betrothed to each other as children, it seemed like a fairytale. But life had other plans. Years apart, with no contact, Misha believed the promise was broken, and Sufiyan became nothing but a mere someone, once she was supposed to marry. Now, on the eve of her wedding to someone else, Sufiyan returns-bringing with him the truth of their past, a love she never expected, and a destiny she thought was lost. ────୨ৎ──── "I can't see you marrying someone else, Misha. You've always been mine, remember? From the moment I knew we were betrothed, my heart knew its owner. You'll be marrying me, not someone else." Misha crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Bold of you to show up after all these years and think you can just crash my wedding and claim me. It's too late, Sufiyan-you've lost me." 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. Tropes: Arranged marriage Childhood betrothal Forced proximity Opposites attract Destined love

-𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒- "This was just an arrangement" I stared into oblivion repeating the same words he offered me the night of our wedding. He stepped closer to me lifting my chin with a finger and I resisted a shiver triggered just by his mere stare "Look me in the eye and say that" my heart clenched and I blinked when the tears threatened to suffocate me. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 ༺❀༻ 𝙄𝙩𝙞 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙜𝙞𝙧, a perfect enthusiast of happiness and a jolly personality. Coming from a well reputed business family she was expected to marry off for the sake of strengthening a successful alliance. But that was ever her dream, to have a fairytale of her own. 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙫 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧, a person exhaustively devoted to the empire he created. Known for his extreme silence even at the sour times. When the two opposite souls were bound together by the thread of marriage. Who will be chosen by Love and who would it break? Iti x Manav

𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩. . . . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 - 𝟏𝟐/𝟎𝟑/𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐍𝐃 - ......

#ʙᴏᴏᴋ-1 ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛy ᴀᴀʀɪᴢ ᴋʜᴀɴ x ꜱᴀɪʀᴀ ᴋʜᴀɴ ~ The moment they reached the Khan Mansion, Aariz didn't even bother to hit the brakes properly. He drove the car straight into the garden, the tires ripping through the green, people scattering and screaming in horror as the car hurtled straight toward the wedding aisle like a raging bull. Inside, Qazi Sahib had been waiting patiently for over thirty minutes. Saira hadn't uttered a single word, her lips sealed, her eyes on the door, silently praying for someone who never came... Until now. The sound of the engine roared into the wedding hall, and she saw him-her Aariz. A slow, stunned smile tugged at her lips. Everyone stood up. The wedding came to a halt. Aariz slammed the car door open and walked out with thunder in his steps. His black shirt's top three buttons open, hair disheveled-eyes glowing like hellfire. In his right hand, a gun, straight and deadly, pointed at Rehan. "STOP THIS WEDDING..." he growled, his voice deeper than death itself, "...or I will turn this hall into blood bath" A gasp erupted across the crowd. Without another second wasted, Aariz pressed the trigger. The bullet tore through the air. But at the last second, Ayaaz pushed his arm upward and the shot went flying into the air. People screamed and ducked. Chaos. "Aariz! Control, dammit!" Ayaaz shouted, voice shaking. Aariz's face snapped toward him, madness swimming in his bloodshot eyes. "How do you expect me to CONTROL MYSELF when this ba**ard dares to marry MY WIFE?!" Saira's eyes widened. My wife? But... hadn't he signed the papers?