Hadiya Hafiz was asked by her brother to marry his best friend; Daivik Dewan. Hadiya had suffered all her life and she had no hope with this marriage either. Meanwhile, Daivik agreed to marry her out of pity. What will happen when he gets to know about her wife's past which had nothing but pain? How far will he go to save her from her demons? Will he ever be able to love her or she'll always remain uncherished?

Two women chasing peace. Two men willing to burn the world for them. Between justice and obsession, love finds its way. Each heart in this story breaks the rules. Each one... an Illegal Heart.

YET TO RELEASE Wahi jagah, wahi ghat, wahi mandir, wahi fiza... par kahaniyan chaar. Some love stories wait. Some break in silence. Some begin as lies and turn into truth. And some arrive when the heart is least prepared. Bound by the same places, the same prayers, and the same unspoken promises, four journeys of love unfold-each carrying its own devotion, regret, and hidden truth. In a world where hearts remain faithful even when fate is not, Numaaya Raaz is a tale of love that refuses to fade.

𝐀𝐙𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐐 × 𝐙𝐈𝐘𝐀 | 𝟐𝟗 × 𝟐𝟎 He is lethal, ruthless and carved by years of revenge fire. She is chaos wrapped in silk and heels, very much aware of the ruin she is a part of. Hating each other to their cores, then why do their kisses feel like an eruption? Will his revenge burn her or is his Jaan worth more? - She shoved him back, defiance burning in her veins. His laugh was low, dangerous. He raised the gun, eyes blazing into hers... "Congratulations, Ziya. Your rebellion just earned you a husband." ────────── Where obsession meets resistance and revenge. This story is not for the weak hearts... 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 | 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲

🏀 College Courts and Love Notes In the buzzing heart of college life, two families share a lifelong friendship... but their children? That's a whole different story. Aahaan Tiwari and Yohan Gupta are the star basketball players of rival teams - fierce, competitive, and determined to outdo each other on the court. Their sisters, Yashika Tiwari and Anushka Gupta, are no different, locked in their own battle of wits, grades, and college glory. They can't stand each other. They can't avoid each other. And with their families constantly bringing them together, they're forced into the same spaces again and again. But somewhere between late-night projects, heated arguments, and accidental moments of care, sparks begin to fly - the kind neither rivalry nor pride can stop. A story of friendship, rivalry, basketball, and the unpredictable game of love... where the final buzzer might just change everything. ⚠️ Disclaimer: Every single one of them is unapologetically dramatic, endlessly chaotic, and ready to stir up more trouble than you can handle. Proceed at your own risk - the kalesh is real. ⭐Tropes:⭐ • Multicouple • College Romance • Sports Romance • Rivals to lovers • Siblings Rival Romance • Slow burn • Forbidden love [A/N] : This story contains mature content which might trigger some reader so kindly read it on your own risk.

© His Noor -This work is protected under copyright. Unauthorized reproduction or sale is prohibited. Published again !Under editing! Brightness." That's what her name meant. Kaashvi-a daughter, a sister, a healer. Quiet and reserved, yet fierce when it mattered. She carried her family, her work, and the orphanage close to her heart. Her smile hid secrets, fears, and an unspoken longing for love. She tried to balance it all - her family, her life, her work, and the orphanage she cared for deeply. Her biggest supporter and her healer she completely relies on- her krishna To the world, everything seemed perfect. Her goals were clear: study hard, work honestly, and give her loved ones a beautiful future. But was it really as beautiful as it looked from the outside? And then-she met him. Aviraj Singh. The ruler. To the world, a ruthless businessman and a rising politician. Cold. Dangerous. Untouchable. But behind the walls, a boy who had been taught never to feel. They said he never earned anything; everything was handed to him. Some feared him. Some hated him. But no one truly knew him. He never thought anyone could see past the walls he built - until *she* did. She lived for others. He lived for control. Fate tied them in the most unholy way-at a temple, on a stormy night, in a forced marriage no one saw but them. Now bound together, will love break through their scars? Or will it destroy them both? Was it just a deal to be fulfilled, Leaving them both shattered - Forever? Can they look past the pain in each other's eyes? Can she find the love she's always dreamed of? Can he finally open up to someone - and be seen?

"प्रेम 𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢, 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐞𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐩. प्रेम 𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞, 𝐀𝐚𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐦.. 𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐩𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐞𝐞 𝐤𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐦!!!" ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰ " नियति ने लिए ऐसा फैसला, जिसने बदल दी उनकी तकदीर की किताब।" ⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆ 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧..

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Love is blind, so does guilt. Devotion is a virtue, but in the wrong eyes, it turns into blindness. Love is not always gentle-it can be cruel, consuming, and relentless. When fate binds two souls in an unholy vow, the line between worship and possession fades. And in the end, devotion is either a blessing or a curse.

"Got you, Nerdy," he whispered playfully in her ear, his breath warm against her skin as he deftly removed the necklace she'd been struggling with. With a smirk, he flicked her nose, enjoying the game. Without missing a beat, she grabbed his finger, twisting it behind his back with surprising strength. Her eyes blazed as she looked up at him, fierce and unyielding. "Try to touch me one more time, and you'll be going to 'our' honeymoon... in a wheelchair," she warned, her voice dangerously low. He chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched her. He was thoroughly enjoying this fiery side of her, the tigress that had emerged from beneath her soft-spoken exterior. "Not the soft-spoken girl anymore, huh?" he murmured, his voice a teasing whisper as he twirled her around, pulling her back against his chest. She exhaled sharply, her voice laced with bitterness. "People change, Mr. Rajvansh. And I despise the person who forced me to change," she whispered, the words cutting through the air like a blade. His heart clenched, a knot tightening in his chest at the pain in her voice. He held her a moment longer, the weight of her words sinking in. But then, with a soft kiss to her shoulder, he leaned in close, his voice a dark promise. "Just a matter of time, wifey. Just a matter of time." It was just an arrange marriage OR was it?