~"She counts stars like secrets, and he speaks in silences she can't quite understand." Yamira Devayan has always lived in a world a little different from everyone else's - a world full of stars, moonlight, and butterflies. she's autistic, with her childlike wonder and gentle heart, she paints emotions she doesn't always understand. Disowned by her mother and sheltered by her father, the daughter of a powerful politician has learned to live quietly - even if the world refuses to see her beyond her autism. Nobody buys her art. Nobody believes in her dreams. Everyone either pities her or walks away. Except him. Kairav Solanki is everything Yamira isn't - a rising star in the political world, sharp-tongued, charming, and deeply grounded in the chaos of reality. He never cared for art, or stars, or the quiet beauty of things... until her. Their marriage was never supposed to be real - a deal for the cameras, a political strategy dressed as love. But fate has other plans. And in a world full of broken promises and pretend emotions, sometimes, the quietest hearts carry the loudest storms. A story of stars, politics, and a love that was never supposed to exist. Not every love story is written to last. But some are written to be felt.

𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦: 𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘷𝘪 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴-𝘵𝘰-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘢. She's stubborn, always has been actually. Doesn't take things seriously unless she wants to. Chaos? Yeah, that never really bothered her. But there was one thing she always kept her distance from . It was the world her father used to be a part of, and she had seen enough to know just how dangerous it was. The world where loyalty and betrayal walk side by side , where people live knowing tomorrow isn't promised. *Ahem* But babygirl still walked into the same world she once hated. Just to ruin him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Him isn't just any man. He's is the one whose name alone is enough to make people sweat, a man who lives and dies for brotherhood. After all, he's Haryanvi, and everyone knows a Haryanvi isn't truly a Haryanvi if loyalty for his brothers doesn't run in his blood. But his loyalty goes even deeper for that one man. And for him, he would destroy anyone. Even the girl he was once obsessed with. Note ☞⁠￣⁠ᴥ⁠￣⁠☞ English is not my first language so ignore mistakes Translation of haryanvi dialogues are available.

What happens when the most calculated man alive meets the one thing he can't control: the wife he never meant to need. → Sakoot-e-Haqeeqat

Zunairah Qadir never thought a brief fling could turn into a lifelong trap - until Zaraar Alam Baig came back for her. Four years ago, she blocked him from her life. Now, the powerful politician has destroyed every marriage proposal that wasn't his. Her "no" didn't end things - it fed his obsession. And this time, he's not here to win her. He's here to claim her. This is not a love story. It's a battle - between defiance and a man who would burn the world to possess her.

✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿ To the women who were told to be silent, and chose to speak through their strength instead. To the men hardened by life, but brave enough to let love soften them. And to every soul caught between tradition and dreams- may you find the courage to live both. 💫 The Zamindar's Bride - Blurb She dreamed of white coats and stethoscopes. He ruled fields and farms with silence and steel. Varnika Kashyap, a bright 20-year-old aspiring doctor, had her whole life planned - until the sudden death of her parents shattered everything. Orphaned and vulnerable, she's coerced by her controlling aunt into a marriage she never wanted. Her groom? Vardhan Singh Rana - a 30-year-old village zamindar, feared by many, respected by all. Vardhan is everything Varnika is not - uneducated yet worldly, stoic yet intense, powerful yet rooted in tradition. He never asked for a bride, but his father's condition for inheritance forces him into the shackles of matrimony. Thrown together by circumstances neither of them chose, Varnika and Vardhan are strangers bound by a sacred vow. She is too naive for his world; he is too hardened for hers. And yet, amid the dusty courtyards, whispered secrets, and stifling expectations, a delicate tension brews. Will she find herself caged or cherished? Will he lose himself in love or keep building walls? A tale of forced beginnings, emotional awakening, and a love that neither of them saw coming.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝑰𝑺. 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏!!! " ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ What began as a glance turned into a challenge. What began as obsession turned into devotion. She noticed him before he ever realized it - watched him, studied him, memorized the quiet strength he carried like a crown. He was never meant to be easy. A man of standards. A man who believed in forever in a world addicted to temporary. He was her fascination first. Her weakness. Her silent war. But when he finally fell - he didn't stumble. He burned. This is not a love where she walks behind him. Not a story where she stands ahead to lead. She stands beside him - equal in fire, equal in madness, equal in loyalty. They are not soft. They are storms learning to breathe together. They are sparks that refuse to dim. Dangerous when provoked. Unbreakable when united. A slow burn that simmers beneath teasing glances and fierce arguments. A romance built on challenge, pride, and choosing each other - again and again. She fell first. He fell harder. And when they loved - they loved like fire. Beautiful. Blazing. Unstoppable.

​"I gave you three years to breathe, Hiba. Three years to grow into the woman I saw that night in the kitchen. Now, the time for breathing is over. Now, you belong to me." ​At fifteen, Hiba became an orphan. At fifteen, she was forced into a Nikah with her eldest cousin, the cold and terrifying Arzan Shah. He was supposed to be her shield, but his touch felt like fire. After a night of dark desire, he fled to London, leaving her with a bruised neck and a shattered heart. ​Three years later, Hiba is eighteen, beautiful, and finally feels free. But Arzan has returned. He isn't the man who left; he's a predator coming back for his prize. And this time, he's not leaving without the Ruksati he wants hiba in his room, in his bed and under him. these story is not like my previous one it's dark Romance and for 18+ read at your own risk.

˙⁠❥⁠˙For every woman who falls for desi romance.

A story between a married couple to check if what they have is love or is it only obsession .... She took a breath, trying to keep her voice steady, reasonable. "Razi... you said I could stay here for a week." A low, dangerous chuckle rolled through the speaker. "And now I'm saying you will come back." Mahi's fingers tightened around the phone. She was sitting on the edge of the old wooden bed in her childhood room, the same bed where she used to dream of escaping poverty. Now she was dreaming of escaping the cage she had willingly stepped into. "But Razi," she said softly, pleading without begging, "I came here after an entire year. Can I please complete only a week? Just seven days with Abbu Ammi. They're so happy I'm here..." "Since you are away from me," he interrupted, voice dropping to that lethal calm he used when he was beyond anger, "you are really trying to test my patience. I have told you - I won't repeat myself." She closed her eyes. Her heart hammered so hard she thought he might hear it across the continents. "Razi, I have told you as well. I will not come before a week. And that is final."

In a kingdom--Dhahab kingdom--where as a Grown man, the number of scars on your body shows how strong and powerful you're, exists Jawad bin Tariq al Hisham. The handsome,strong and powerful prince of Dhahab kingdom who doesn't have a line of scar on his body. He uses the sword like it is made for him only. He's a very talented swordsman, soldier and also a religious teacher. He emits a lovely yet scary aura. Any war led by Jawad always ends in victory for the Dhahab kingdom. He was the Head soldier of the Dhahab army in the last war between the Dhahab kingdom and their rival--Wahda kingdom. This war led to the silence of the Wahda kingdom when they were defeated entirely. What happens when Jawad falls in love with the feisty and beautiful Dhahab's palace maid--Amna bint Aaqil. Will this newly found love of Jawad's strengthen him or relegate him.