⟢𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 3⟢ "In a world where I wasn't allowed to be seen, he was the only one who looked at me softly." I never understood why Professor Izmair Raiyesi noticed me at all. I wasn't special. I wasn't bold. I wasn't even free. I was simply trying to survive a marriage where silence was safer than speaking, where leaving home for my scholarship felt like the only breath I was allowed each day. But he saw me anyway-quietly, carefully, as if the act itself was dangerous. He never crossed a line, never let a single word slip beyond what was appropriate. Yet in every controlled glance, every measured moment, there was something I couldn't name... something he tried harder than anyone to hide. Because he doesn't belong to me. And I belong to someone else. But desire doesn't ask for permission. It simply fractures, softly, silently, in all the places we try to keep whole

(𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺) 𝓐𝔂𝓻𝓪 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓷 was raised on legacy, discipline, and izzat. A final-year medical student from one of the most respected families in the city, she has never given anyone a reason to question her name. Until her brother does. Ten million disappears. And the debt lands with 𝓕𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓘𝔃𝓪𝓪𝓷. The Izaans don't forgive. They settle. Quietly. Completely. In his world, there are only two outcomes, paise... ya khoon. But for Ayra, Faris offers a third. A nikkah. Not love. Not choice. Just an arrangement between two families who understand that reputation is worth more than anything else. Faris Izaan does not believe in mohabbat. Not even when his doctor wife becomes his greatest temptation.

⟢𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1⟢ #9 in Politics. #1 in Marriage "𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐?" In the realm of shadows and transactions, where every heartbeat has a price, I, Ahvi Sutaria, exist as the untouchable petal of Ravivai Brothel. Born into a world where darkness dances with desires, my mother's role as the procurer grants me an unusual immunity. Perhaps luck shields me, or perhaps it's a different price, one that no man can afford. Advait Singh Oberoi, a man capable of purchasing anything with his wealth, yet my heart remains unattainable. He's a politician who claims to despise women like me, commodities in a world of transactions. Yet, he's buying me with a cost so high, it surpasses imagination. He may acquire my body and soul through marriage, but my heart remains untouched. A rule etched into my existence: never my heart. 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓. And so, he marries me. -Desi Romance.