Eshal was soft, ordinary, and far too fragile for a world ruled by men like Zayan Shehryar Mirza. A man feared across Karachi. Cold-blooded. Untouchable. Ruthlessly possessive. She was never supposed to catch his attention. But one terrified glance was enough to turn his obsession dangerous. And monsters like him don't fall in love gently- They consume* Trigger warning: 18+ content, Violence, Abuse, Forced Relationship Etc

This is the story of Siya who was an orphan and lived in an orphanage in Jaipur. 15-year-old Siya faced something that forced her to leave the orphanage and run away from there. She left the ashram and started working in a hotel but then suddenly a storm named Agni Veer Singh Rajvansh came in her life. Agni gave a terrible punishment to Siya for one mistake, fed up with which Siya put her life at stake. Then such a secret came in front of Agni and he started pining for Siya. What happened and what such secret came in front of Agni that Agni, who put her life in danger, was forced to save her life himself?

An ordinary girl wrapped in mud.....but for him she was the most beautiful being on earth. A girl who by far the societal norms couldn't match his standards....but for him she is the queen of his world A girl who is tainted in her own eyes....but for him she is the purest form of worship itself To the world, she was ordinary. To herself, she was broken. But to him, she was home. A man who ruled every room he stepped into...feared by many, untouchable by all-but in her world, he was the storm she could never escape. A man who stood like a king among men...commanding, powerful, absolute-yet in her presence, his gaze held a darkness that made her heart forget how to feel safe. A man the world admired and bowed to...unyielding, revered, invincible-but to her, he was the quiet terror she carried in her bones, even when he called her his own To the world, he was powerful. To himself, he was untouchable. But to her, he was the fear I could never outrun......or did she even want to run?

A short story of a girl from a broken home, with a drunkard father who loves to beat his wife out of frustration. On the other hand, he was a brilliant scientist living in abroad, born into wealth and comfort. She was his sister's roommate and best friend. When his brother's wedding brought him back home, he met her for the first time, he fell for her. A sultry night brought them together into each other's arms. But, her happiness didn't last longer when she didn't finds him then next morning. She became distant from everyone, her soul start dripping with the weigh of grief and soon, she found out that she was PREGNANT, a shock, a fault. Was it just a one night stand? A fault? A mistake? Why did he leave her? Will she keep the baby? To know about it, kindly read the story.

BOOK 2 Some love stories don't end with separation. They begin with regret. RAYYAN MALIK was once a man ruled by pride-one of India's most powerful businessmen, known for his sharp mind, cold discipline, and intimidating silence. He had everything a man could want: wealth, success, respect. Except the one thing he destroyed with his own hands. His childhood love. Aayat. A single doubt. A single moment of mistrust. And the woman who once belonged to his heart walked away forever-into another man's life, another destiny. Aayat's marriage didn't just break Rayyan. It erased him. The man who once commanded boardrooms became quiet. The arrogance dissolved into guilt. The cold heart turned inward, punishing itself day after day. He stopped trusting happiness. He stopped believing he deserved peace. Instead, he found Allah. In repentance. In silence. In solitude. When his family asked him to marry again, he agreed-not out of hope, but submission. Maybe this was his punishment. Maybe this was his chance at redemption. And then there was FARIYAL SHEIKH. A girl whose life had been a prison long before Rayyan ever entered it. Orphaned at ten, she was taken in by relatives who valued her inheritance more than her existence. Locked away in a storeroom. Fed leftovers. Denied education. Beaten for mistakes she never committed. She carried no sins. Yet suffered endlessly. The only kindness she ever received came from a man who pretended not to care-her elder cousin, who shielded her in silence while keeping his distance to protect her. Now fate brings together two broken souls: One drowning in guilt for sins he committed. One bleeding silently for crimes she never did. This is not a story of instant love. It is a story of healing. Of redemption. Of a man who must learn to forgive himself. And a woman who must learn she was never meant to suffer. Because sometimes... Allah doesn't give us what we want. He gives us what we need.

1st book of Cursed series in continuation of Shivanya series "You should stop staring at me like I'm some monster," Dhruv said coldly. Taara replied looking into his eyes "Then stop behaving like one, Rawal sa (prince) " For the first time in years... he laughed. But Dhruv didn't fall for her because she was soft. He fell because she walked straight into his darkness without trembling. "I ruin everything I touch," he warned her while caressing her cheeks Taara looked him straight in the eyes. "Then maybe I was born to survive ruin. " What Taara didn't know was - Dhruv had already decided something terrifying. He believed she was the only one who could break his curse. And he was willing to destroy the entire kingdom to keep her beside him. They called him the shadow of the kingdom. A person who doesn't have any identity of his own. Who lives under shadow of someone else. Prince Dhruv - the second prince of mahawargarh. A widower. Most intelligent and interested only in politics . A feared warrior. And the father of a five-year-old daughter who barely smiled anymore. People whispered that something inside him had died the night his wife did. But no one knew his real secret. No one knew the prince locked himself behind closed doors every night, drowning in dangerous addictions to silence the demons in his head. No one knew his hands trembled from withdrawal before battles. No one knew he believed he was cursed. And then came Taara. A maid who was too fearless for her own good. Too confident to lower her eyes. Too brave to fear a broken prince. She was just a maid working in his kingdom not aware of the fact...that she is going to be the curse breaker for him. " I am not innocent at all my little moon " he replied while moving towards her with slow steps " I am cursed " he smirked. Highy mature content

A brilliant girl, Dr. Ahana Rawat, who once aspired to pursue fashion designing, was reduced to being just the personal assistant of Rigveda Kashyap. But she made a grave mistake-blinded by money. Now the question remains: will a man known as a demon let betrayal slide... or will he destroy her piece by piece? Or will the story take an entirely different turn?

Shraddha Kashyap was married to Revansh Ahuja at 17. A handsome and loving CEO. She wasn't ready for the marriage. She wanted to study but by her mother's manipulation she did married him. She was promised that they would definitely let her study after marriage and they did allow her. But she quit her studies after massive bullying about her baby bump, when she wasn't even 18. But still after quiting, she was happy with a good husband. She was ready to be a housewife for her family Until... "Mumma? Why does papa always stays with Ravya Aunty in his room?" Her 5 year old kid, Rigveda asked his mother. "She's his PA Rigveda. She stays with him because she works with him." Shraddha told him gently. Rigveda didn't quite understand. "How does he work with Ravya Aunty in his bed?" Shraddha froze, "What?" He blinked, "Yes, papa said if I won't tell you that Ravya Aunty stays with him then he'd buy me an ice-cream. But I am still confused." Shraddha's fingers trembled. Her heart raced, not wanting to believe what he said. "Driver. Turn the car back to home." She ordered without looking at anyone. Rigveda stared at his mother froze and asked hesitantly, "Mom, what happened?" But she didn't replied. The moment car reached home, she came out almost rushing towards her home. She just wanted it to be a lie. Just a stupid lie. She opened the door and looked around. Nothing. There wasn't anything suspicious. She sighed in relief but her eyes filled in tears the second she heard suspicious sounds from her own room. "No" she shook her head at the thought as a single tear slipped from her eye, "No no no no no no..." She wiped her cheeks and slowly grabbed the door handle, "Please no" She tilted the handle and opened the door. Her heart hammered against her ribcage not believing what she saw.....

Intiha [in.tay.haa] extreme, utmost point or limit "I have laid everything that I am, and all that I have, at your feet, Zohra," he said. "Now my fate is yours to decide. Do to me whatever you wish. I am in your hands." - Zohra Awan x Zoraiz Agha - She was his queen, he was her king She wore him like a crown He surrendered all he had, to her seeing She showed him how in love, to drown And he lay his entire essence to her being What an example of love they were, The world didn't know where she ended and he began

Sophia Bennett was forced into marriage with Adrian Whitmore after an unexpected pregnancy. For five years, she stayed in a marriage where Adrian loved only their daughter and treated Sophia like nothing more than a responsibility. But when Adrian starts an affair and even their daughter begins to grow close to his mistress, Sophia finally decides to leave. Just when Adrian realizes the value of the wife he never loved, Sophia has already started moving on. And this time, another man is ready to give her everything Adrian never could. Now Adrian must fight for the woman he took for granted... before he loses her forever.