<A kingpin with schizophrenia & a mafia queen> He just stared at her, at the gun digging into his sternum, and then he leaned into it because he didn't fear death, he feared her absence. "Maar do." The words were barely a whisper but they gutted her. Her face flickered with shock, rage and heartbreak. She scoffed, tears running down her flushed cheeks. "Tumhein lagta hai main yeh sab drama kar rahi hun?" She tried to shove him away, but he only held her tighter, as if she was the last warm thing in existence. "Hoorain... please," he choked out. "Don't go, Don't do this, Don't leave me, give me a second chance, I will fix it, I will stay in your feet, I'm so so sorry, Jaanan, please, please.." "LET GO OF ME!" She yelled at him. "No," he whispered, forehead pressing to hers, tears falling onto her cheeks. "I won't survive, I can't-" She lifted the gun again but not at him. This time she pressed the cold gold metal to her own temple. Everything inside him shattered at once. "Theek hai, phir main khud ko maar deti hun, kyun ke tumhare jese neech insaan ke saath rehne se behtar hai main dozakh-zeb hojaun." Naufal didn't just break. He collapsed inside himself. His arms fell away from her instantly, as if burned. He stumbled back, shaking so violently he could barely stand. His breath hitched into silent, strangled sobs. "NO-no, no, no-Hoorain, please-" He covered his face with both hands, turning away, shoulders trembling because he couldn't look at her with gun to her temple, the temple he kissed like it was his axis. "Please... don't... don't do that, don't ever-" He couldn't even finish the sentence because he knew he had lost her. She lowered the gun slowly, her face as cold as winter, picked up her bag, walked past him without a single backward glance. And that's when a kingpin turned into a madman.

<The kingpin of karachi fell for the rival queen> 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