He waited in silence, watching her bloom. Now, he's ready to claim what was never his to touch. Aleena Azimi was just seventeen when she stepped into the mansion that would change her life forever-working as a maid to help her ailing mother. Quiet. Gentle. Untouched. She was everything Ashkan Hosseini should have stayed away from. But he didn't. Ashkan, the enigmatic heir of the Hosseini empire, had it all-power, wealth, and an iron will that bent the world around him. But when it came to Aleena, he was a man tormented by restraint. For two years, he watched her in silence, suppressing the storm of desire that threatened to consume him. Now, she's nineteen. And when her younger brother is framed in a crime that could cost him his life, Ashkan steps in with a deal that changes everything. Marry me-and I'll make the problem disappear. Thrust into a dangerous marriage with a man who's both her savior and her captor, Aleena must navigate a world of power, secrets, and the kind of desire that burns too deep to ignore. He owns her freedom, her name, and her nights-but can he ever win her heart? 𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒗𝒐𝒘𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆. ▪︎▪︎ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌-𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆.𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅-𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆.

The room was completely quiet; the only sound was our breathing. According to my nature, I couldn't endure the stillness for long, so I softly spoke, which was obviously not my nature to him... "aap kaha rehte hai" he kept his gun in his jeans pocket and looked at me with the same deep and dark gaze he had for the past hour and said, "kanpur, utter pardesh" Getting an answer from him, my confidence level suddenly rose, so I asked again... "aapka naam kya hai aur aap yaha kya kar rahe hai". He looked at me for a second... oh okay! So I pissed him off this time. Oh god! In just one hour I got used to his stare. And suddenly he said in a dark voice... "Tum sawal bhaut puchti ho?" "Aap jawab kyun nahi dete"? I asked, and again, the room went silent #36 gangster 2/06/2026 - 1st in #gangster

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)