ʙᴇ-ɪɴᴛᴇʜᴀᴀɴ | بے انتہاء yun pyaar kar... In a world that kept setting limits on her worth, she found a love that knew none - Be-Intehaan. ⋆﹥───────────────﹤⋆ Love doesn't always begin with butterflies- sometimes, it begins with pain. She searched for love in the wrong place, while someone loved her... in silence. She fell for the one who knew exactly what to say. She never noticed the one who understood her silence. "Pyaar toh tha... par izhaar ki himmat kabhi nahi hui."

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

He ruled the Parliament like a god. She walked in like a rebellion. Sidharth Shah - the most feared politician in the country. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. Until a stubborn, silver-tongued girl stood against him - not in court, not in streets - but right inside his world. Shehnaaz Aftab - young, brilliant, dangerously unafraid. She came to study the system. But she ended up catching the obsession of the man who owns it. He plays dirty. She bites back. He's used to women falling for his power. She's about to burn it. But in the game of lust, control, and politics, there are no heroes. Only sinners.

A love that bloomed between silence and soil-in the Punjab of the '60s Set in the golden fields of 1960s Punjab, this is the story of Naseeb sarai -sharp-eyed, soft-spoken, and anything but ordinary. And Sartaaj Singh Panjwar-the soldier with dust on his boots, a legacy on his shoulders, and a heart not ready for what he feels. One unexpected glance. One week of borrowed time. And a love that dared to bloom in silence. Some love stories aren't loud. They wait-rooted in soil, written in letters, and whispered through fate.

A forced royal marriage| 19 year old bride of Jodhpur A mature guy king --- - He's cold, royal, and gentleman. -She's kind, rebellious, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.

🌸 2025 Wattys Shortlist 🌸 In 1950s India, where women are expected to obey without question, eighteen-year-old Aarti is forced into an arranged marriage with Raghav, the stoic thirty-five-year-old son of the village head. Illiterate yet brimming with quiet dreams, Aarti longs to learn and live freely. Raghav, burdened by duty and haunted by grief, hides his heart behind silence and sternness. As tradition binds them together, Aarti dares to begin a rebellion of the heart. But can she break free from the chains of expectation-and will Raghav ever let himself love again? Author's Note 📖 This version includes Chapters 1-10. ✨ The complete story (Chs. 11-56 + Epilogue) is exclusively on my main account @ShaarShree. 📌 Link in comments - please vote, comment & support! 💖

#Book 1 of Fated Trilogy Fate has a cruel way of bringing two people to fire which could burn them. And when Aryan and Advika found each other tangled in between the fire, neither wanted to let go. But what they weren't aware of was when the flame would reach their hearts they wouldn't be left with ashes. Only scars. Tropes: Enemies to lovers Slow burn Brother's bestfriend Age gap College student x Business man Red string theory Yearning Past trauma Angst Political drama Groveling

He's 28, all rough edges and chaos. Got that classic bad-boy vibe - smokes like a chimney, drinks like it's a religion, and fights like he's got nothing to lose. Doesn't care about anyone or anything, especially his family. They dumped him in a hostel when he was a kid, left him crying and begging, and now? He won't even look at them. Trust issues? Yeah, he's got those. Push people away before they can hurt him, that's his motto. Arrogant, reckless, and doesn't give a damn about rules. But deep down? Probably just a kid still screaming, asking why no one stayed. -Armaan Singh Raizada She is 21, a girl with a loving and warm personality. In her childhood, her parents passed away in an accident, leaving her behind. Her mother's best friend, Sumitra, took her in and raised her as her own daughter. Since childhood, she has harbored a sweet~ crush on Armaan. - Mannat Desaii ~~~ Armaan secretly resents her because she is the reason he was sent to the hostel. His mother's constant care and affection for her made his father suspicious of children closeness, he doesnt want her in his house but because of his wife he was silent, believing that sending Armaan away would fix things, his father decided to went armaan hostel. To make matters worse, no one, not even his mother, stopped it from happening. That betrayal fuels the anger Armaan still carries "Two hearts tied by fate, torn apart by secrets and resentment. A girl with innocent love in her eyes, and a boy consumed by bitterness. What happens when childhood bonds turn into battles? When unspoken feelings clash with hidden scars? Step into a world where love fights against hate, and hearts are forced to choose between forgiveness and revenge. Will they heal each other, or will the weight of the past destroy them both? Read this story of tangled emotions and unexpected twists. ♦️Early Updates are available on stc

# 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Aayansh Agniwanshi a king of jaipur and CEO of Agniwanshi CO. Lit. A mafia king with ruthless, grumpy, cold. 'Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.' Aayansh Agniwanshi Ishanvi Shekhawat a Criminal Lawyer and the owner of V&A Law firm. The only daughter of her family. 'Love is a symphony of emotions, a melody that plays in the heart and echoes in the soul, creating a harmony that transcends time.' Ishanvi Shekhawat What happened when the two of them who cannot tolerate each other company was forced to bounded with each other? She is sunshine. He is heartless. She is a simple girl. He is a king. She is his healer. He is ruthless. Both heal each other. ______________________ Trope:- • Forced Marriage • Opposite Attraction • Slow Brun • Ceo×Lawyer • Grumpy×Sunshine

"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.