ZAHRA PATHAN A fierce, ambitious designer who has spent a year fighting to open her clothing brand's store in the most premium mall in the country: MGG. ABBAS ALI KHAN The cold, ruthless CEO of MGG, who kicks brands out of his mall if they fail to pay even a single month of rent. ⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ "I'd rather throw away partners than carry dead weight," he states coldly. "If this is how you treat business partners, no wonder you build malls, because relationships clearly aren't your thing," she taunts. ⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ Zahra thinks he is an arrogant dictator. Abbas thinks she is a chaotic woman with no filter on her mouth. ⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ "You're pathetic," she grits her teeth. "Only for you," he replies. ⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ "Mr. Ostrich!" The words slip out of her mouth before she can stop them. He blinks. "Did you just call me an ostrich?" "Yes, you look like a human ostrich," she laughs mockingly, gesturing to his tall frame. "Are you 6'7 or something?" ⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ He tilts his head and mutters, "A little fish." "Excuse me?" She blinks. "Have you seen a fish flapping when it's out of the water? You look exactly like that right now. All angry and afraid." ⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ By day, they fight like cats and dogs. But by night, they are forced to retreat to the same bedroom. Bound together by an arranged marriage, they vow to never cross the line. But forced proximity is a dangerous game, and between the stolen glances and late-night arguments, the ice begins to melt. One miraculous night, the enemies fall completely in love. ⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ "You know, I can't live a single day without you," he whispers, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Then I'll have to leave you one day... just to tease you," she chuckles against his chest. It was supposed to be a joke. But on one unfortunate night... she actually leaves.

#𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 They said grief changes people. But I remember when I looked at him, he didn't look broken. He looked awakened. Like a man who had finally found a reason to breathe again. Unfortunately, that reason was me. There's nothing loud about him. Forget raising his voice he barely speaks unless he has to. He just watches quietly, like a wolf waiting for its prey to stop running. When a man like him decides you're his, he doesn't need to say a word. He didn't have to touch me to make me feel trapped. He just had to look. And maybe that's what chains really are...not metal or rope, but the slow suffocation of being seen, claimed, and never asked if you wanted to be free. If the girl I was four years ago had seen who I am today, she would have laughed at herself, completely unaware that one day she would herself say that: Arhaan Mirza is my fate, my curse, my damnation and the chains of desire my soul refuses to break free from. ~ Arhaan X Eyana

An aarange marriage story of abhimanyu and aaradhya.🧡 Yaduvanshi Haveli does not forgive mistakes. And tonight- Aaradhya forgot her veil. She steps out of their room in a soft cotton saree, hair loose down her back, sindoor bright in her maang, unaware that the air itself has shifted. Then- A voice behind her. Calm. Measured. Not loud. "Aaradhya." She freezes. Not because he shouted. Because he didn't. She turns slowly. Abhimanyusingh Yaduvanshi stands at the end of the corridor, hands clasped behind his back, eyes steady. The kind of steady that doesn't blink. His gaze does not move to her face first. It moves to her uncovered head. A pause. Then he walks toward her. Unhurried. Each step deliberate against marble floors. She instinctively lifts her pallu halfway, flustered. "Woh... main bas paani lene-" He stops in front of her. Close enough that she can smell sandalwood and authority. He gently takes the loose end of her saree from her trembling fingers. Not harsh. Not angry. Precise. He lifts it himself and places it over her head, adjusting it carefully until it shadows her forehead. His fingers linger for one second too long. Then he speaks softly. "Tumhe pata hai, is haveli mein ghunghat sirf kapda nahi hota." She swallows. "Ji..." He tilts his head slightly. "Yeh maryada hoti hai." His thumb lightly presses the edge of the veil near her temple. "Yeh izzat hoti hai." She lowers her eyes automatically. He leans closer. His voice drops, almost intimate. "Yahan ki auratein bina ijazat dhoop tak nahi dekhti... aur tum bina ghunghat dehleez paar kar gayi." It isn't a threat. It's information. She whispers, "Galti ho gayi..." "galti ki saza bhi milegi, Aaradhya" "is saza ke baad aap kabhi bhul ke bhi galti nahi kar payengi " Trope✨ arrange marriage arranged by him obsession addiction mature content

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

Let's walk together into this magical story of rebirth, devoted love and revenge. The Tale Of NayanTara

"He's a ruthless billionaire and she won't bow to him " When a forced marriage binds them together , sparks fly- but not the romantic kind . RAGE . SECRET . DESIRE . Both carry scars from the past , and neither is willingly to surrender . But in a world of betrayal , power and twisted fate ....... Can hate really turn into love ?! , or will they destroy each other first ?"

Chahat Mehta's life was never her own. Sold by her drunk father to the Italian mafia, she is thrust into a world she doesn't understand-a world of power, danger, and secrets. Rafael Moretti, feared by many, is a man of cold control and dangerous charm. To him, Chahat is nothing more than a possession... a fragile toy meant to be broken. But behind his ruthless exterior, his eyes tell a different story-a story she's not meant to see. She wants to escape. He wants to dominate. And yet, something neither expected begins to take hold: a forbidden, consuming love that neither can deny. In a game of obsession, trust, and desire, Chahat must decide: run from the man who terrifies her... or surrender to the one who owns her heart. Dark. Twisted. Passionate. This is love with scars that never heal.

#1 in Deals & Desires Series The life of a sunshine professor Pankti Bajaj(24),takes a drastic shift when she faces the harsh reality on her wedding night that she isn't married to her fiance instead to his elder brother - Maahir Raghuvanshi (30), a grumpy businessman, owner of Elayne Group of Hotels which he inherited as a part of his family's legacy. She was betrayed by life, shattering her dreams and wishes connected with her fiance whom she met through an arranged marriage setup but now she is bound to be the wife of Maahir Raghuvanshi and has no option other than to spend the rest of her life in Raghuvanshi Mansion where each wall has a story to tell, a mystery to solve. But here comes the question - Was that game actually planned by destiny or was there someone who wanted them to tie themselves in the sacred knot of marriage? If yes, then who is it?

"You were never meant to be my bride...yet here you are wearing my ring." --------------------------------------------------------- BOOK 1 OF CLAIMED HEART SERIES • RUDRA VEER OBEROI × AVANTHIKA MALHOTRA Power runs in his veins. Control is his weapon. And love is a weakness Rudra Veer Oberoi never planned to have. The night before his arranged marriage, he allowed himself one reckless mistake. A dimly lit club. A pair of haunting eyes. One forbidden night with a stranger whose name he didn't even ask. It was supposed to end there. But fate had other plans. Because the girl he touched that night... Was the step-sister of the woman he was supposed to marry. And when the bride disappeared on the wedding day, leaving behind whispers and humiliation The families needed a solution. Fast. So they chose the easiest one. Replace the bride. Now the stranger from his darkest mistake stands beside him at the altar... Dressed in red. She was never meant to be his. He was never meant to want her. But suddenly she was Mrs. Oberoi. But in a marriage born from scandal and silence Desire is far more dangerous than hatred. Two souls bound by accident. One secret night they can't erase. Because sometimes... The replacement becomes the obsession.