✨️Mah-e-Noor: Between Love and Loneliness✨️ She was once the princess of the Malik family-spoilt, rebellious, and fearless. Hemayal Mah-e-Noor Malik grew up in a world where limits didn't exist, where tantrums were forgiven, and mistakes were hidden. But one argument, one careless decision, and everything she knew shattered. At fifteen, she was sent away to boarding school, abandoned by the family she loved, misunderstood by the people who mattered most. Now, more than four years later, Hemayal is called back home. Her grandmother misses her. Her siblings fear she hasn't changed. The cousins whisper, and the house that once adored her waits for the chaos she once brought. But Hemayal is not the same girl who left. The years away have taught her lessons she never wanted to learn. The girl who once demanded the world has almost lost herself-and now she must face the family she left behind. Will they see the change in her, or will the past always define her? A story of mistakes, loss, and the painful journey of growing up... of becoming someone you never thought you could. (Originally published on 20th October 2025 Republished on 23rd April 2026)

A hand shot out of nowhere, dragging her into a room. Meerah opened her mouth to scream, before that familiar scent hit her. Meesam. Her mouth snapped shut, and she turned to glare at him. "Meesam," she hissed. "Yes, darling," he drawled, tilting her head even higher up. "What the heck is wrong with you?" she asked. Meesam smirked, "Am I not allowed to look at my wife to be?" "Oh yeah? But I'm marrying Wali, right?" Meerah feigned confusion. Meesam's eyes darkened, he pulled her impossibly closer, his breath fanning across his face. Something dangerous flashed in his eyes, something Meerah knew would be the end of her if he let it, before he snapped it back, restraint firmly in place again, dropping his head by her ear. "If we were married, dear wife to be, then I would have showed you what it means to have my heart. Unfortunately we are not, so I'll leave this little show, unfinished... until we are." Meerah could't resist pushing him further, knowing the dangers. "Well then, looks like I'll never see that special show then, because Dada jaan is shipping me off." "Meerah," Meesam warned, though his mouth twitched, betraying his amusement. Meerah gave him a faux smile, "Don't worry, jaan, I'll find someone for you to marry." Meesam grabbed her, pining her arms to her sides, "My only duhlan is, and will ever be, is you."

🏆 #1 IN SPIRITUAL 🏆 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆. ---- Halima Nur has lost everything: her husband, her child, and her reputation. Branded by a scandal she didn't create, she is forced into a marriage that is little more than a cage, a promise of silence to protect a family that already turned its back on her. Emir is the man she swore to hate. He is the brother of the man she lost. And now, he is the husband she is forbidden to love. In the quiet, suffocating corners of the valley, their forced marriage begins as a war of pride. But when the truth of the slander starts to unravel, Emir is the only one left standing in her defense. As the boundaries between hatred and longing blur, Halima faces an impossible choice: honor the memory of the past, or risk everything for the man who is fighting to save her future. Fate brought them together. But can they survive the cost of falling in love?

"He was danger wrapped in power. She was silence wrapped in blue eyes." In the Khan khandaan, power was inherited before love ever had the chance to exist. For years, the minister's chair belonged to the family. Politics ran through their blood, control lived in their walls, and loyalty was valued more than happiness. Then he came back. After four years abroad, twenty-one-year-old Haider Zarrar Ali Khan returns to reclaim his place as the next Sardar of the family empire. cold, feared, dangerously intelligent, and carrying enough darkness to make people lower their eyes when he walks into a room. But the girl he left behind is no longer fourteen. Ayzal Rehmat Ali Khan is eighteen now. Quiet. Soft-spoken. The kind of girl who learned how to shrink herself to fit everyone else's comfort. She never asks for anything. Never complains. Never raises her voice. Until him. Because the moment Haider sees her again, something shifts. And obsession is a dangerous thing inside a house already filled with secrets, politics, control, power struggles, forced choices, and a love that should never have happened in the first place. Especially when Ayzal's father would rather burn the world down than hand his daughter to Haider. But some love stories don't begin with destiny. They begin with destruction. ✦ TROPES: Political Dark Romance Cousin Romance Obsession Possessive MMC Quiet FMC Hate To Love Arranged Marriage Family Politics & Power Games "Touch Her & Die" Energy He Fell First & Harder Slow Burn with Fast Pace Urdu/Hindi Dialogues Emotional Damage (free of cost) ✦ WARNING: This story contains mature themes, strong language, emotional intensity, manipulation, political violence, unhealthy obsession, and scenes not suitable for younger readers. Read responsibly. Or don't. Haider probably won't care anyway.

Bound by a Childhood Nikkah they both ignored, Fatima has spent years hiding in her Biochemistry books, using her quiet wit to navigate the strict Khan family rules. She doesn't hate Ali-she just doesn't want him. But when Ali returns from abroad, the boy she once knew is gone. In his place is a ruthless CEO by day and a cold Mafia King by night. To him, Fatima's indifference is a challenge he never expected. Her silence doesn't push him away; it fuels a dark, possessive obsession. He didn't come back for the family empire. He came back to claim the bride who forgot she belonged to him. 3rd in pakistani 31 may 2026

Izha Sheikh was the secret heartbeat of her cousin Arsalan, their love a quiet promise whispered between Istanbul and Canada. But a chance collision in a crowded Islamabad hallway changed everything. To Azlan Khan, the cold-blooded CEO and shadow-ruler of the city, Izha wasn't just a woman; she was a fever he couldn't break. Driven by an obsession that blurred the lines between protection and prison, Azlan moved with lethal precision. On the night she was to pledge her life to another, he tore her from her home, silenced her family's protests with the weight of his power, and dragged her into a forced Nikah. Now, trapped in the heart of her enemy's fortress, Izha finds herself bound to a man who treats her like a goddess to be worshipped-and a prisoner who is never allowed to leave his sight. --- Azlan: "Stop looking at the door, Izha. The world you lived in ended the moment you stepped into this Haveli. From tonight, the name 'Arsalan' is a sin in this house. You are a Khan now. My Khan." Izha: (Voice trembling but sharp) "You think a few words from an Imam and a signature on a paper make me yours? You've kidnapped a body, Azlan. My heart is thousands of miles away, with a man who actually knows how to love, not just own." Azlan: (A ghost of a smirk appearing, his thumb brushing her lower lip) "Then I will enjoy the slow burn of watching you forget him. I have a lifetime to make you realize that your heart doesn't need to love me to belong to me. It just needs to beat... and every beat it takes is because I allow it." Izha: "You're a monster." 6th in pakistani 31 May 2026 1st in obsession 28 june 2026

Everyone knows her as the sunshine of the group. The loud laugh. The dramatic jokes. The girl who can turn detention into comedy night and make even the worst days feel lighter. She's the type of person people lean on without ever wondering who she leans on herself. Because smiles are convincing. And hers is almost perfect. Some people cry loudly. Others learn how to laugh through it. But he is her salvation.

First of all, thank you for picking up His Wild Cat. This story is for those girls who learnt how to be mature at a young age, who were unsure of how they feel, who were unsure of whether they deserve what they feel. Every scene was written with passion, frustration, laughter, and the occasional snack break. Some characters made me fall in love. Others made me want to throw my laptop out the window. But all of them became real to me-and I hope they will for you too. WARNING ⚠️ THERE ARE TWO PLOT TWISTS IN THIS NOVEL. With love, [Your delulu aurther 😉] Author of His Wild Cat

Alana and Zavian were cousins. Then friends. Then... oops, husband and wife. It all happened way too fast - one second she's applying to universities, the next she's trying to figure out how to make chai without burning the kitchen because rishta culture won. Alana's a certified grumpy girl, beautiful, moody, and lowkey a menace with the softest heart. Zavian? First-year business student, full-time chill guy, part-time chaos - and somehow now in charge of being a whole husband. They didn't plan this marriage. But now they're stuck figuring it out - with cousins spying, aunties whispering, and feelings creeping in faster than either of them expected. It's halal. It's hilarious. It's chaos with a nikkahnama. -- CRINGE AF