"𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂" ➽───────────────❥ "Mujhe tumse pyar hogaya hai Sher " I was lying to my father's right hand and his best bodyguard , just for the sake of my freedom . It was all a game for me and he was the only key to my escape . "Sham hogayi hai , chalo tumhe ghar le chalu . Baba sahb intezaar kar rhe honge " He was firm , not even looking me in the eyes and I thought to myself that the last chance to my freedom was at nothing but a dead end . "Kyu Mai achi nahi lagti ? " "Bohot achi lagti ho " My heart began hammering against my chest hearing the confession ,"itni achi ki tumhare liye mai puri duniya mein aag laga sakta hu par uss aag mein tumhe nahi jalne de sakta Shannara " "Kisse bacha rahe ho mujhe ? Mere baap se ?" "Nahi, Apne aap se" Seducing my father's Right hand doesn't end well because he's not just any other man . He's MY FATHER'S SHER . His deadliest weapon . His love for me is uncontrolled, unrestrained and unfortunately I've started a game that was never meant to be escaped . ⚠️ contains mature themes , language and graphic violence !! [ UNEDITED ] ➽───────────────❥ #1 Green flag as of 7/5/2026 #1 election 13/5/2026 #1 Hindi 15/5/2026 #2 bodyguard 13/5/2026 #2 Haryana as of 15/5/2026 #2Mansion as of 13/5/2026

His hand made its way to my face as I slapped it away,"Please don't touch me....." "Amore,calm down. God has already punished me by making me fall for you. Your tiny tiny mistakes are giving me pain."His voice suddenly changed its tone. It sounded harsh and demanding."I heard that you went to stay in that punk's house?What was his name if I recall?Adarsh right?" I fisted my clothes fiddling them nervously hearing his name from Sultanji's mouth. His eyes were suddenly dark. "Should I kill that boy?What's your relationship with him?" "No plea-" Before I could finish my sentence he placed his finger on my lips."Sssshh............" I broke down into tears,"He is innocent. He has nothing to do with me." I begged but he ignored my pleas. He was rather busy playing with my hairs and touching me. "If he means nothing to you then stop wasting your tears on him princess." He ordered. I didn't mean to sob but it got harder to me as I clasped my mouth with my hand. In a way to stop myself from crying. His hand brushed on my chin before he leaned closer. I panicked at the closeness. His eyes were on my lips. With force I pushed him away. He was startled at my behaviour. "I am not that type of girl. Please stop touching me here and there."I screamed as tears streamed from my eyes. "Only my husband can touch me as he likes not any other man." He was initially shocked at my reaction but then a smirk appeared on his face. I shouldn't have said that. "As you please princess......as I can't resist myself from touching you and you won't give yourself to anyone except your husband,then get ready for the Nikaah." Possessiveness in love, You are a cute lover. Over possessive, You are Mr Jailor. Extreme Possessive, You are nowhere.

Phupo's face twisted in fury. "Who is she to you that you keep hitting my son for her? What has she done to you? She's just a characterless whore! No one will marry this girl now!" Her words hit me like a blade. Characterless. My vision blurred. My throat burned. My entire body was on fire, yet completely numb. I tried to shake my head, to form words to defend myself but nothing came out. Then, I heard it. "Mein karun ga isse shadi." Everything stopped. The breath in my lungs disappeared. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would break free from my chest. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨:~ • Age gap (6 years) • Billionaire romance • Possessive & morally gray MMC • Touch-her-and-die MMC • He fell first, he fell harder • Slow burn • Secret mafia • Protective impulsive proposal • Cousins-to-lovers • Found family

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 - The powerful and disciplined heir of Khan Villa. A man of few words, built on control, responsibility, and restraint. The perfect son, the respected CEO - calm, composed, and always in command of himself. But behind those steady eyes lies a storm he never lets out... a man who chose silence over vulnerability, control over chaos - especially when it comes to her. 𝑨𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒌 - The innocent heartbeat of Shaik Villa. A soft-spoken, chocolate-loving girl who still believes in fairytales and wears her dupatta like a crown. Adored by everyone, protected by her brothers - a gentle soul with quiet strength hidden beneath her innocence. She may look delicate, but her heart carries a softness that feels deeply... and a silence that holds more than she ever says. Bound by a nikkah no one speaks of, separated by years and silence... their worlds collide again - where unspoken rights turn into undeniable claims, and a quiet girl becomes the center of a man's controlled chaos. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. Not everything is meant to look perfect from the start - dynamics, emotions, and relationships evolve with time. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬, and the story focuses on their journey beyond just numbers. If certain themes or dynamics aren't your preference, that's completely okay 🤍 ⚠️ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 This story is my little world, where I set the rules and let the drama unfold 😌✨ If you're here to enjoy, buckle up for feels, drama, and twists. If you came to hate... scroll, breathe, and move on 👏😏 Loyal readers, get ready - Zayden & Arshiya's story isn't for the faint-hearted 😉💥 [𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖_𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙯]

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 𝐨𝐟 (𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬) 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍. 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

20-year-old Anaa's life takes an unexpected turn when her father's passing leaves her under the roof of the cold-hearted and distant Azfar Ali Khan. Brought together by fate, their contrasting personalities clash, setting off a journey where opposing forces meet. Azfar, driven by ego, a controlling nature, and a hardened view on love, stands in contrast to Anaa-a spirited orphan with unwavering determination and a strong belief in equality. Will their differences attract or push them apart? Can Anaa penetrate Azfar's protective barrier and challenge his harsh beliefs? Or will Azfar's relentless harshness change Anaa forever? Explore the unexpected twists and turns that fate has in store for them in this captivating story of love and transformation. Disclaimer: This is going to be a slow burn ____________________________________________________ "Just because I live under your roof, you think that gives you the right to say anything you want to me?" I shot back, my anger boiling over. How could he be so disrespectful? So unwilling to listen? He wasn't even trying to understand-he was just making assumptions. "Well, you're free to leave and live under any other roof you choose," he replied, shrugging as if it meant nothing to him. He gestured towards the door, his hand sweeping out in a cold, dismissive motion. "You'd be doing me a favor." "Yes, I will! I'm not going to stay here anyway!" I nearly yelled, my voice cracking under the weight of the emotions I had been struggling to contain. "Please do. My house isn't an orphanage," he snapped, his tone sharp and cutting. I froze, the words slicing through me like a knife. It was as if everything inside me stopped-the words I wanted to say, the thoughts I needed to think, they all vanished, leaving only a painful, hollow echo. His words kept repeating in my head, over and over, as I stared at him in disbelief. Tears that I had been holding back for so long finally broke free, streaming down my face.

**A Wattpad featured story** Bekhudi || بیخودی ❝ He gently dragged his hand around the delicate skin of my neck, slowly caressing it under his stifling touch. I felt his breath curling against me, as a wave of sultriness rode over me. As if sensing it, his soft touch become firm and his thumb pressed against my bottom lip. His eyes were still trained on mine, studying me with a burning intensity. He looked at me with a fervent gaze, as I felt his eyes darken with desire? ❞ _____________________________ Bekhudi follows the life of Shanzae Malik, a political heiress, as she manoeuvres through the clutches of a patriarchal, honour bound society. Her life takes a turn when her family suggests an unexpected proposal to save their withering political dynasty. Crisis strikes, and her only option is to choose between the love of her life and his brother. A tale of love, heartache, deception & ecstasy!

✨ Completed on SCROLLSTACK ✨ He married her for his son. He never meant to fall for her. But some hearts don't ask for permission. They just break the rules. Rudra Singh Rathore is ice-unfeeling, untouchable, and utterly devoted to the only person who matters: his abandoned two-year-old son. Love? Dead. Trust? Buried. All he needs is a mother for his child, not a wife. Enter Aadhya Verma-kind-hearted, steel-spined, and completely unprepared for the storm she's walking into. An arranged marriage. A broken family. A man who warns her not to hope. But Aadhya doesn't listen to warnings. And Rudra doesn't see her coming. She softens his silence. She becomes his son's entire world. And slowly, painfully... she starts to matter. This was never supposed to be love. But fate has no mercy-and hearts have no rules. When the walls fall, will he choose to love her... or lose her forever?

A story of twin sisters. One betrayed. One adored. Born with the same face, but cursed by a shattered bond, Anamika Sharma dies with her truth buried-her children stolen, her voice silenced. But fate grants her a second life. Now reborn, she quietly rises-building an empire under a new name, fighting the ghosts of her past, and preparing to unveil the lies that destroyed her. What happens when memory survives death... and love finds its way through lifetimes? A dark, emotional tale of revenge, rebirth, and the healing power of identity. UPDATED DAILY