⚠️ warning ⚠️ ⋅˚18+˚ ⋅ Pur-sukoon is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters.

This is not a redemption story. This is what happens when light stands too close to fire - and the fire decides it doesn't want to burn alone. 𝑹𝒖𝒉-ℰ-𝑺𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒉𝒛𝒂𝒂𝒅 In the blood-soaked corridors of Karachi and the feudal shadows of Pir Jo Goth, the Sikandar name is legacy. 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥. 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫. For generations, the men of this bloodline ruled with calculation. Until arsh Sikandar He wasn't raised to be good. He was raised to 𝐰𝐢𝐧 A political heir with a smile too calm and hands too clean for the damage he leaves behind. A man whose anger doesn't explode - it waits. A man who learned young that if you hit, you hit hard enough that they never stand again. And then there is Kaainat khan Light in its softest form. Cried on others pain Too kind for this world Too sweet for him. She calls him innocent He calls her manipulated . She thinks he is insanely innocent, and sweet a gentleman He 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐬 threats. She 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬 for them. He believes fear is loyalty. She believes love is choice. But darkness does not like being rejected. And obsession does not like being hated. "𝐭𝐮𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐤𝐲𝐚, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐫𝐮𝐡 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐚" Enter only if you're brave enough to read about a man like 𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑 and his burning love story.

Leaning over her, he traced his large, calloused hand across the pale line of her jaw, his touch burning hot against her cold, trembling skin. "We met after years... he is just a friend-" Before she could finish, his hand slid down the length of her leg and firmly caught her ankle. A violent shiver ran through her entire body at the sudden, absolute hold. "Ra-Rana Sa, humari baat suniye," she pleaded, her voice breaking into a ragged whisper (Listen to me.) "Hum... sun hi to rahe hain," he rumbled against her skin. (I am listening.) Moving with a slow, territorial intensity, he bent down and pressed his lips directly to the arch of her foot. Janaki shuddered violently, her toes curling automatically against the dark bedspread. She was paralyzed by the sheer, overwhelming weight of his presence; she didn't push him away. _____ In the heart of the Sekhawat haveli, power is the only currency that matters. And Rana Sa is the man who holds it all. ​Janaki Vardhan is the perfect wife: quiet, elegant, and seemingly demure. But beneath the silk and the silence lies a woman walking a razor's edge. Her marriage was a cold, calculated deal-a merger of two powerful families-but she soon finds that the real danger isn't the political alliance. It's the man who shares her bed. Her husband looks through her, treats her like air in the room. He doesn't touch her, doesn't glance at her, doesn't share worda with her. But is it all? Could the things that are visble on surface level be the only truth? Or there is more? she realizes that the only thing more dangerous than his coldness... might be his devotion. _______ >Age gap >Height difference >Desi >morally grey mc >slowburn

Safiya Shah has built her life on justice - fierce in the courtroom, fearless in the face of power. She never imagined her next battle would be with Zaviyar Khan, the cold, commanding Nawab of Azamgarh. Raised worlds apart yet tied by a hidden history, they are connected by a bond neither of them understands - and a darkness only Zaviyar remembers. When a family emergency brings Safiya back to Azamgarh, old secrets stir. Attending Zaviyar's grand wedding, Safiya watches in shock as his fiancée flees, leaving disgrace behind. But even greater shock awaits: a revelation that their late grandfather's dying wish was to see Zaviyar and Safiya married. For Zaviyar, it's the perfect storm. Behind his calm facade burns a deep hatred - a need for revenge for a tragedy Safiya doesn't even know her family caused. For Safiya, it's a battle of heart and honor - drawn to a man who wants nothing more than to see her broken. As promises are made under ancient vows, love and hatred collide. In a world where loyalty demands sacrifice, can a marriage built on vengeance survive the truth?

Dark Romance | Mature themes | 18+ There was a time when Rudransh Singh Thakur believed in love. A time when power wasn't everything. When silence didn't define him. But that was before betrayal. It made him ruthless now. Now, at thirty-four, Rudransh stood as a man the world feared a minister, whose silence carried more weight than words ever could. Nothing touched him anymore. Nothing except one. His son. Aryaman Singh Thakur Five years old. A child who had learned early that people leave... and promises don't stay. If Rudransh had built walls, Aryaman had learned to live within them. And then, she entered. Not with power. Not with demand. But with silence that matched theirs. Ishani Sharma A woman who had known pain in ways she never spoke of. Who carried her past like a shadow she couldn't outrun. Who held her child as if that alone was reason enough to survive. She didn't belong in his world. And yet, she became a part of it. A marriage not built on love, but on necessity. On power. On a name she never asked to carry. He didn't want her. His son wouldn't accept her. But she stayed. Not loudly. Not forcefully. Just... there. And in the middle of it all... there was Arohi, breathing life into the silence. A child too young to understand pain, yet the only one who carried light into a life built on shadows. And in a house where silence ruled, where love had once been broken and buried. something began to shift. Not all at once. Not enough to be called love. But enough... to change everything. Because behind power, behind silence, behind every unspoken truth lies a story hidden beneath the VEIL OF THRONE (A/n : This book is for mature audiences, contains explicit content. Do read only if you are comfortable.) #1 in Top10 in India (7/8/9/10/11/13/14) of May 2026 #2 in Top10 in India ( 12/15/16/17 ) of May 2026

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

In the ancient era, in the early 19th and 20th century peace is held together by a sacred law: brothers must marry one woman-one soul shared, one heart bound-to prevent power struggles that once shattered the realm. When the innocent and beautiful Aradhya is captured by an old man thrice her age for marriage, her fate takes a dramatic turn. Two powerful Thakur brothers, Thakur yatharth-the cold, calculating war strategist-and Thakur yashraj -the charming, ruthless protector-defy the rules and tradition to save her. By ancient decree, saving her means claiming her. Now, she is not only under their protection-but their shared bride. What begins as a duty quickly turns into something far more dangerous. To yatharth, Aradhya is the key to controlling his darker urges. To yashraj , she is the light that anchors his chaos. And to Aradhya these two opposite souls become the only safe harbour in a world full of hidden daggers and whispered threats. But being bound to two royal obsessions comes at a price. As palace intrigue thickens and old enemies rise from the shadows, Aradhya must learn how to wield the power she never asked for-because in this twisted game of loyalty, obsession, and law, love might be the most dangerous weapon of all. Hope you liked the book cover and under editing......

In a world where love is often celebrated as a mutual bond of trust and understanding, there exists a darker side-an obsession so consuming that it disregards the very essence of love itself. Devraj, a man driven by an uncontrollable desire, has fixated on one woman: Indu. To him, she is the embodiment of everything he has ever wanted, and he is willing to go to any lengths to make her his, regardless of the cost to her happiness. Indu, once a spirited and independent young woman, finds herself trapped in a nightmare she never imagined. What began as a seemingly innocent courtship quickly devolved into a suffocating obsession. Devraj's love is not the tender, selfless affection she once dreamed of but a possessive, relentless force that leaves her with no escape. He is determined to marry her, to bind her to him forever, without a second thought for her feelings or desires. In a story where love is twisted into something unrecognizable, Indu must navigate the treacherous path laid before her, seeking a way out of a life she never chose. But with each passing day, the walls close in, and the choice between survival and surrender becomes increasingly blurred.

Not a love story. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗚𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭... 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻... When love crosses its limits, it turns into junoon. And when that junoon loses control... it destroys everything. 𝗥𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗺 𝗩𝗼𝗵𝗿𝗮... a name that rules the dark world. A man with no heart. No mercy. No limits. For him, people are just games... and emotions are nothing but weakness. And then there's... 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮 𝘈 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. A survivor of a past so cruel... 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚, 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡. Junoon... a victim of a tragedy. Raham... the reason behind countless tragedies. What happens when a man who destroys lives... meets a girl whose life is already destroyed? He doesn't feel pity. 𝙃𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣... 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘥. Raham, a playboy who never stayed... 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙤

[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena