Some scars bleed in silence. Some love stories begin with pain. He's the man the world worships - powerful, untouchable, cold. But behind closed doors, Abhimaan is a soul stitched together by trauma, hiding scars no one ever dared to ask about. Until her. Ishani is everything he's not - soft, stubborn, and impossibly patient. She sees him, not for his fame or fortune, but for the storm beneath his silence. When fate pulls them into the same apartment building, a quiet war begins - between walls and vulnerability, between past and healing, between pain and the possibility of love. But love isn't always tender. Sometimes, it hurts. Sometimes, it peels you open. And sometimes... it's the only thing keeping you alive. 💙 A slow-burn, deeply emotional story of trauma, intimacy, healing and blue-colored love.* Perfect for readers who believe in broken people finding home in each other.

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She didn't understand the concept of marriage....not Fully for her it meant that she will be safe and her parents wanted this ....so without much thought ,she agreed to marry ....without knowing what the relationship between husband and wife truly is. He always spoke against the injustice in the society...but now he's marrying a 15 year old girl ...he never thought that this will happen but he didn't have any choice..... It's an 80's based story and before coming to conclusions plz read the story

#ʙᴏᴏᴋ-1 ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛy ᴀᴀʀɪᴢ ᴋʜᴀɴ x ꜱᴀɪʀᴀ ᴋʜᴀɴ ~ The moment they reached the Khan Mansion, Aariz didn't even bother to hit the brakes properly. He drove the car straight into the garden, the tires ripping through the green, people scattering and screaming in horror as the car hurtled straight toward the wedding aisle like a raging bull. Inside, Qazi Sahib had been waiting patiently for over thirty minutes. Saira hadn't uttered a single word, her lips sealed, her eyes on the door, silently praying for someone who never came... Until now. The sound of the engine roared into the wedding hall, and she saw him-her Aariz. A slow, stunned smile tugged at her lips. Everyone stood up. The wedding came to a halt. Aariz slammed the car door open and walked out with thunder in his steps. His black shirt's top three buttons open, hair disheveled-eyes glowing like hellfire. In his right hand, a gun, straight and deadly, pointed at Rehan. "STOP THIS WEDDING..." he growled, his voice deeper than death itself, "...or I will turn this hall into blood bath" A gasp erupted across the crowd. Without another second wasted, Aariz pressed the trigger. The bullet tore through the air. But at the last second, Ayaaz pushed his arm upward and the shot went flying into the air. People screamed and ducked. Chaos. "Aariz! Control, dammit!" Ayaaz shouted, voice shaking. Aariz's face snapped toward him, madness swimming in his bloodshot eyes. "How do you expect me to CONTROL MYSELF when this ba**ard dares to marry MY WIFE?!" Saira's eyes widened. My wife? But... hadn't he signed the papers?

BAIG HAVELI Ayzal Shehryar Baig, a naive 15-year-old girl, cherishes her older cousin, Jahanzaib, unaware of the depth of her feelings, mistaking them for simple care. Jahanzaib Zafar Baig, a handsome and successful 24-year-old CEO, is captivated by Ayzal, harbouring strong, possessive feelings for her, though she remains oblivious. He is burdened by a secret, a crucial truth about Ayzal's life that she doesn't know, and her life depends on it. Follow Ayzal and Jahanzaib as they navigate the sweet, tender beginnings of a love story, filled with innocent smiles, shared secrets, and the blossoming realization that their connection is something truly special.

Phupo's face twisted in fury. "Who is she to you that you keep hitting my son for her? What has she done to you? She's just a characterless whore! No one will marry this girl now!" Her words hit me like a blade. Characterless. My vision blurred. My throat burned. My entire body was on fire, yet completely numb. I tried to shake my head, to form words to defend myself but nothing came out. Then, I heard it. "Mein karun ga isse shadi." Everything stopped. The breath in my lungs disappeared. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would break free from my chest. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨:~ • Age gap (6 years) • Billionaire romance • Possessive & morally gray MMC • Touch-her-and-die MMC • He fell first, he fell harder • Slow burn • Secret mafia • Scandal-induced marriage • Protective impulsive proposal • Cousins-to-lovers • Found family

IF HE WAS HEIR OF HIS TRIBE, SHE WAS WIDOW OF HIS ELDER BROTHER. IF HE WAS A CRIMINAL LAWYER, SHE WAS A VICTIM HERSELF. IF SHE FEARED HIM, HE FEARED FOR HER. IF HER LIFE WAS IN DANGER, IT WAS HIS HUMANITY AT STAKE TOO THEY WERE ENTWINED BY DESTINY

For generations, the Khan and Qureshi families have been at war - their enmity flowing as endlessly as the river they fight over, and as fiercely as the land they claim. Blood has been spilled on both sides, but their code of honour never allowed harm to their women. Until one night, an alleged Khan attack on Qureshi land goes wrong. Aaliyah Arbaz Qureshi, the proud and fiery eldest daughter of the Qureshi household, is kidnapped in the chaos. She is later found by none other than Hashim Raza Khan, the heir of the rival family - and returned home. But in a world where honour is currency, her injured leg becomes a permanent mark, and the Qureshis demand blood in exchange for their daughter's dignity. The Khans refuse. Tensions threaten to ignite into all-out war... until a respected elder proposes the unthinkable: a marriage between Hashim and Aaliyah. The man accused of orchestrating the attack... and the woman whose life was shattered by it. To prevent further bloodshed, they agree. The nikkah takes place. An uneasy peace is born. But there is no trust. No friendship. And certainly, no love. Then, Aaliyah is sent abroad by her family, out of her husband's reach. Hashim, still young and bound by the politics of his elders, can do nothing. Seven years pass. When she returns, she finds the river still flows, the feud still simmers - and the man she married now a colder, sharper, and far more dangerous figure than the boy she left behind. Between them lies a marriage in name, a history of blood and betrayal, and a battlefield where politics, manipulation, and forbidden longing collide. In this war of hearts and honour... Love may be the most dangerous weapon of all.

On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? 🎀 𝒥𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒾𝓃 🎀

⚘. A tale tested with faith and hate. ⚘. A bet on a innocent life. ⚘. After getting her heart gambled by the person she once thought she liked, Noor Bint-e-Hashim was shattered. And she had to suffer with her tarnished reputation. ⚘. Years later Iskandar Faheem Haider returns with secrets to be revealed and truths to be told. ⚘. What would she do now? Forgive him? Or forget him? UNDER HEAVY EDITING. . . ⚘. First book of ISHQ series ⚘. Noor-writes ⚘. TROPES: She fell first but he fell harder, second chance, forbidden romance, teenage romance, desi fluff, groveling, high school love, miscommunication, right person, wrong timing.