☀︎︎𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈☀︎︎ #3 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒖 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊 #12 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂 #20 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 "Leave my hand, it's hurting."Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to get rid off of his deadly grip on her wrist. "Why? When he holds your hand you don't tell him to back off, Huh?" Tightening his grip on her, Murad seethed. The pain which he was causing her was intolerable, tears fell down from those hazel orbs on her pale cheeks as she wished for a certain pair of sea blue eyes to come and save her from this tormentor. "He is my husband! He has every right on me as I have on him." Hazaan yelled at him as anger started welling up in her body, slowly replacing the fear. "Oh, Accha. Now, he is your husband then who am I to you? Did you forget what we had.." the words got strangled in his throat and a loud noise took place in the room making a pin drop silence which shocked the daylights of Murad as he never expected the timid, extrovert and bubbly girl to strike him hard, across the face. "You were a mistake and you'll always be one! I was so blind in your trap which you called 'love' to not see a cold blooded brute." Hazaan gritted out the words not knowing what the outcome of her honesty would cost her. Fury and rage was all he felt towards her. He jerked off his grip on her and pushed Hazaan to the wall harshly, making her yelp as her head started throbbing in pain. Murad wrapped his fingers on her throat and pressed his fingers more firmly which caused her to squirm in his hold for the oxygen. His next words were not for which Hazaan was prepared for. "You are mine Hazaan! YOU.ARE.MINE. If I can't have you then no one can..." were the last words heard by her before everything went black.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

For 18 year old Tara, the desert had never been kind. It was a cruel master-one that took more than it ever gave, leaving behind stories etched in sand: tales of survival. Tara was one of those stories. Abandoned by fate. Forgotten by the world. Forgotten by *him*-the man she had loved with every thread of her being, for whom she would have become anything. He throwed her aside as if she had never belonged to him at all, as if her love had been nothing but dust in the wind. But that was two and a half years ago. Now, she had changed-and so had her heart. She wasn't that girl anymore. Or so she thought. Because he wasn't finished with her. And neither was the desert. •••••••• This story is intended for mature audiences. If you're uncomfortable with erotica or themes involving forced relationships, I recommend skipping this book. Age-gap. 🔞🔞

"Five nights. Spend five nights with me and I will let your brother go." "I don't spend my nights in brothels." *** Full summary inside. Student x teacher Forced proximity Age gap Hate to love #1 muslimlovestory 06.25.25 #1 southasian 07.10.25 #1 muslim 12.02.25 #1 pakistan 05.02.26

Emir Yurt, a 28 year-old rugged farm guy, who wanted nothing but to buy bread and butter for his family. His life turned upside down when 23 Year-old Noor Yilmaz, a spoiled heiress, arrived at her grandfather's farmhouse for the summer. It was not love at first sight but hate at first sight but as tensions simmered, unexpected desires began to ignite between them. But soon, the fairytale came crashing down, turning Emir's life into a living hell. He would never be the same boy again. His world was thrown into chaos-and the reason behind it would be Noor Yilmaz. There was another, always in the background. A girl like a sigh. Sofia Kurt, only 18, stood just beyond the frame. Too young to interfere, too quiet to count. Her love was not returned. It was not even noticed. But it was unconditional. She didn't need Emir to look at her. She didn't need him to love her back. If being in his life meant she had to bleed quietly, she would. Because while Emir played with fire, Sofia was the flame he never saw coming. This is a story of revenge, regret and unconditional love.

"Do you think I will listen to you?" he asks, leaning closer, his words dripping like poison. "You? Command me?" Her jaw tightens, but her body betrays her. The railing under her grip feels slippery, her fingers numb, her legs trembling uncontrollably. And then it happens. Her strength gives out. Her knees buckle. Her vision blurs. The railing slips from her grasp as her hand slides down cold stone. The world tilts, spinning into a haze of marble and golden eyes. She collapses slowly-first her knees weaken, then her shoulders slump, and finally her weight tips sideways. But she doesn't hit the floor. Zevran has been waiting. His arm snakes around her waist before gravity can claim her. His grip is firm, unyielding, catching her like fragile glass. Her head falls against his chest, hair clinging to his armor, her fevered skin burning against him. He looks down at her, lips parted, lashes heavy against flushed cheeks. So fragile. So breakable. And yet she shouted at him moments ago like she could bring him to his knees. Zevran exhales, amused, victorious. His smirk deepens as he tightens his hold. "See, sweetheart..." he murmurs, low and dangerous. "No matter how much you scream, no matter how much you fight me... you will always end up here." His eyes gleam with satisfaction as he lifts her trembling body. "In my arms." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The story of a healer and a killer. Dive in it.

Alam e Muhabbat - عالم محبت ✹ 𝗡ineteen-year-old Anabiya Khan is a lovely definition of purity. Sheltered all her life, she is hesitant to step out of her shell and has yet to unravel her limitations. However, despite her seemingly sealed fate, destiny maneuvers her controlled life to accidentally collide with the most brutal embodient of raw masculinity, completely changing her life as she knows it. For the 𝘁hirty-one-year-old Punjabi feudal lord Sardar Jalal Alam Shah, his pleasurably hedonistic life is destined to be upended by the flames of an intense newfound love. Yet, unbeknownst to Anabiya, he's willing to risk it all. Set in the rural areas of PAKISTAN, Ishq Zaat unfolds a social romantic tale of two strayed souls observing a divergent elemental life indulged in desperation, grief, and separation-but, above all, by the selflessness of their ISHQ! * * * The story عِشق ذات mentions materials such as profanities, obscene language, graphic violence, and other mature themes. FEUDAL ROMANCE POWERPLAYS | #1 Copyright ©2025 by Husna

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....