'Bound by Duty, Torn by Desire'❤️‍🔥 "I'm ordering you to love me," Nadiya's voice wavered, though she tried to sound firm. Her eyes locked onto his, daring him to defy her. "I'm your boss now. You must follow my commands, Asif." "You think love is something you can order?" he asked quietly, his voice gravelly and low. His fingers slid up her arm, grazing her skin, and her body tensed under his touch. "You can ask for my loyalty, my protection, even my life. But love? That's something else entirely." ★★★ Nadiya Khan, 27, an independent woman and architect who created her own name stepping out of the shadow of her billionaire businessman father and brother. Asif Malik, 34, a devoted bodyguard of Khan Family. His responsible nature and loyalty are his greatest pride, and he has dedicated his life to protecting those he serves. They had a past history which made Nadiya create a shell of coldness around her. What will happen when they met after 12 years and Asif will assign as her personal bodyguard? Will they be able to resist the magnetic attraction pulling them together? Or will Asif's years of dedication crumble in the face of a love that refuses to be forgotten? ★★★ And if you're craving enemies-to-lovers fire, meet Esra Yildiz, the sassy mafia princess turned reckless lawyer, and Arsalan Khan, the calm, composed CEO of a restaurant empire, the Ice Prince himself. He hated her to the core..and she returned the sentiment with equal fire. He was calm like still water; she, a stormy ocean. Yet somehow, she was the only chaos he could ever tolerate. What happens when fate forces them to work together? Will the tension crack into hatred or ignite into something far more dangerous? And when the lines between enemies and something more begin to blur... Who will fall first? Two couples, two kinds of personalities, but one dangerously addictive collision. Let the chaos of hearts begin ❤️‍🔥. Warning : Mature scenes & Language

In the quiet corners of a library, where pages turn softly and silence speaks louder than words, Niyati lives her routine life - focused, calm and certain of one thing : love belongs only to k-dramas, not in real life. She believes in discipline, distance and dreams that don't involve heartbreak 💔. Until Rishi walks in...... He isn't loud, yet his presence echoes, Carefree, charming and effortlessly magnetic, Rishi is everything Niyati is not and everything she never planned to notice. Two chairs apart, countless stolen glances, accidental moments and silences that feel heavier than conversations. They don't talk much, But everyday, something changes. No promises No confessions Just eye contacts that linger......... and feelings that slowly begin to whisper. As routines blur and emotions deepen, Niyati finds herself doing things she never thought she could - burrowing pens, changing timings, stepping out of her comfort zone...... all for a boy she hasn't even spoken to properly. This is not a story of dramatic love. It's a story of slow burns, quiet courage and hearts learning to feel. Because sometimes, love doesn't announce itself loudly - it finds you softly, between books, breaths and borrowed moments. because sometimes, love doesn't need words. It only needs presence. The Library ✨ A soft, romantic coming-of age story about first feelings, unspoken connections, and love that gives butterflies love that grows in silence...... **********✨

RELEASED JAN 1, 2026 Random updates Mostly Sunday nights or Monday nights Chaos lives in the quiet moments. Sparks hide in collisions no one sees coming. Secrets move like shadows, following hearts that think they're untouchable. Three lives, separate yet entangled, are about to intersect in ways none of them could have imagined. A spilled coffee. A festival chaos. A backstage mishap. Moments that seem small, but leave marks no one can ignore. Some love is messy. Some love is quiet. Some love refuses to be tamed. And sometimes, forever isn't written it's stitched together in fragments, in stolen glances, in choices made in the dark. Because even when worlds are oceans apart, even when the chaos feels too heavy, hearts have a way of finding each other. Tags: #ShardsOfForever #SlowBurn #FatedConnections #HeartsAcrossOceans #MessyRealLove #UnsungRomances #CollisionOfWorlds #LoveInFragments #BrokenButBeloved #SoftChaos #QuietIntensity #PoeticLove #DarkRomanceShadows #StrongFemaleLeads #ComplicatedMen #UnspokenPromises #MirroredHearts #ProtectiveML #EmotionalAddiction #SecretsAndStars #StolenMoments #MultiverseOfLove #IndianFemaleMC #IntercontinentalLove #HiddenPasts #QuietLoyalty #FoundHomeInYou #TangledDestinies #EverythingButEasy #undefinableLove

"You have to hate me, Akash, for what I've done to you." The words were a ragged, barely audible whisper, a tear finally escaping my eye and tracing a hot path down my cheek. Overwhelmed by the sheer weight of my shame, I wrenched my face away, unable to bear the sight of him. ​A feather-light touch found my chin. It was him. He didn't force me, but with agonizing tenderness, he guided my face back to his, his thumb lingering, an anchor against the tremor in my jaw. He moved closer, the final distance dissolving until our lips were scarcely an inch apart. Our breaths, quick and shallow with emotion, mingled and danced in the charged air; our noses were nearly touching. ​His voice, a low, intense rumble that vibrated through me, seemed to absorb all the chaos of the room. He wasn't merely tracing my jaw-he was trying to gently erase the mark of my guilt with his warmth. ​"You can never hate someone you love, Paro," he whispered, his eyes, dark and infinitely deep, holding mine captive. "And I need you to understand that nothing you have done-nothing-is stronger than the way I love you."

Book 2 of Arranged series She stood trembling, voice barely existing as she whispered, "Every inch of my body is full of scars, Arnav. Raw pain... misery. I'm already stained. My innocence and sanity were taken from me long ago." The closeness between them made sure her broken words reached him. Arnav went still. Emotion tore across his face-rage at her suffering, grief for the girl she once was, and a love so consuming it trembled through him. He stepped closer until his body pressed fully against hers. Their faces hovered inches apart, their breaths mingling in the small, shaking space between them. "What if I told you," he whispered, voice thick, "that I'm in love with every one of those scars, butterfly? That your pain wounds me deeper than a hundred bullets? That your 'stains' only prove how fiercely you survived-like the moon, scarred but breathtaking." He leaned in, breath brushing her lips. "What if I told you you're as pure as Maa Ganga to me?" A tear slipped down her cheek. "I will disgust you eventually." He let out a soft, pained chuckle. With a fingertip beneath her chin, he lifted her face gently. "Eyes on me, butterfly." It wasn't an order-it was devotion. "Disgust?" His voice broke slightly. "Do you even understand what you are to me?" He moved closer, caging her with his warmth, grounding her shaking form. "Let me show you," he whispered, promise dark and tender. Her eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed. His voice sharpened, soft steel. "Dare you close your eyes." She opened them instantly. Their noses brushed-fleeting, electric. "Watch me worship you," he breathed. "Watch me devour you like the elixir you are. Watch me treasure you like the rarest artifact in existence." His gaze dipped to her lips. "May I?" She nodded, trembling. He didn't move. "Words, sunshine." "Yes," she breathed. A slow, dark smirk pulled at his lips-relief, hunger, devotion all woven into one expression. "Now see what you mean to me." Then Arnav kissed her.

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

Rashi Batra is a middle-class medical student trying to survive a world that demands perfection but offers no mercy. Between endless lectures, sleepless nights, and silent pressures, she believes discipline and distance will protect her. She's wrong. Yuvraj Batra is her senior-brilliant, feared, and untouchable. In the corridors of the medical college, his name carries weight, authority, and unspoken warnings. He doesn't chase. He observes. He controls. And when his attention falls on Rashi, it is neither accidental nor harmless. What begins as a subtle tension slowly turns into a dangerous pull-one built on power, obsession, and emotional conflict. As boundaries blur and control masquerades as care, Rashi is forced to confront a truth she never prepared for: not all love is gentle, and not all darkness comes from the outside. Set in the unforgiving world of a medical college, this is a dark romance about choice, vulnerability, and the thin line between protection and possession.

Untying her the man said, "I got what I wanted you may go back wherever you want" "Do you think they will accept me after everything you have done?" she said giving a vengeful look. "What was my fault? Why do you destroy my life?" she screamed. "Your fault is that you are that man's daughter" he said coldly holding her chin with one hand. . . . Sarfaraaz Talukder Rayan, son of an ex politician is a businessman with secrets. He has nourished an ocean of vengeance from his childhood for an army person. The aim of his life is to destroy that man's dignity and snatch away happiness from his life. Tania Shafiq Hussein, daughter of Major Shafiq Hussein, is a medical student, an epitome of innocence. She is the apple of the eyes of the whole family. . . . What will happen when Tania's peaceful life is destroyed by Sarfaraaz, who makes her hated by her own family, her father who loved him more than anything. How does she help him heal despite being destroyed by him? Will love ever bloom between them or they just remain as enemies?

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

To the world, she was forbidden. To him, she was divine. A girl raised in the shadows of a brothel. A man forged in the legacy of royalty. Their worlds were never meant to collide...but their love and his obsession made it their destiny. Detailed description and Prologue are coming soon. Stay Tuned❤️✨