​"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.

She became a wife without love. A student without freedom. And his secret without choice. Meera Sharma never imagined her arranged marriage would turn into a dangerous secret. Married to a stranger, she walks into her university the very next day-only to find her husband standing at the podium as her professor. Reyaan Malhotra is cold, controlled, and untouchable. To the world, he's a respected professor. Behind closed doors, he's a powerful man hiding more than just their marriage. Bound by vows they never chose, Meera and Reyaan are forced to play enemies in public and strangers in private-while slowly losing control of the emotions neither of them planned to feel. A secret marriage. An age gap. Enemies to lovers. Slow burn. Dark romance. Because some wives are loved openly... and some are kept in silence. 🖤 Author's Note This story contains a slow-burn romance, emotional tension, and mature themes. Please read responsibly and show love by voting and commenting 🤍

Ishita Verma never prayed for love. She prayed for escape. Aarav Rajput never believed in destiny. He believed in control. One impulsive moment inside a temple binds two strangers into a marriage neither of them planned, wanted, or understood. A secret husband. A hidden wife. A cold CEO and an introverted girl pretending to be strangers in public. This is not a love story that begins with romance. This is a marriage that learns how to survive before it learns how to feel. Note: Guys this story's plot struck me suddenly and I tried to make it as better as possible from my imagination. Guys please follow atleast till part 30 if you feel it is not what you thought it would be. I am a first time writer so I hope everyone will support me and help me grow ❤️

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚 never imagined that her first year of college would begin with a marriage she wasn't prepared for... And definitely not with 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 - the campus heartthrob, gym freak, extrovert, and the boy every girl dreams of. She is shy, soft, and chubby. He is bold, confident, and terrifyingly handsome. Two opposites. One unexpected marriage. A secret that no one in campus can know. But the more they hide... the closer they fall. Because sometimes, your stranger husband becomes the only person your heart chooses. Tropes: • Arranged marriage • Secret marriage • Sunshine × Grumpy • College romance • Age gap • Possessive ML • Shy FL • Slow burn • Forced proximity • Hidden relationship ⚠️ Warnings: • Mature themes • Slowburn romance • Jealous/Possessive moments • Family drama • Light emotional scenes

𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 : 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑻𝒘𝒐 1980s, set in a village. On what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, Sanjana's dreams are shattered when her fiancé, Rishabh, flees, leaving her humiliated and broken. To protect her family's honor, a hasty marriage ties her to Rajveer-a man she barely knows except for the fact that he is her sister-in-law's brother. ✨TROPES✨ ╰┈➤ Bahut saare smuts. (18+, guys.) ╰┈➤ Arranged marriage/Replaced groom ╰┈➤ Opposites attract ╰┈➤ Fish-out-of-water ╰┈➤ Stoic Hero and Fiery Heroine ╰┈➤ Protectiveness ╰┈➤ Clash of lifestyles ╰┈➤ Redemption and Growth ╰┈➤ Playful Tension ╰┈➤ Mutual Respect

STANDALONE BOOK. Fate and fire collide-Ruhya Wajdan Gabol loves the one she should fear most: Sikander Jatoi, her elder cousin the feared psychotic Sardar of Jatoi clan and SJ's heir whose darkness could devour them both. Zehn-e-Siyaah was written to disturb you, not to comfort you. If you are looking for redemption, close this book now. The man at the center of this story is not broken- he is aware. He understands every line he crosses and chooses to cross it anyway. The girl is not foolish- she is kind. And kindness, in a world ruled by power, is the most dangerous thing of all. There are no heroes here. Only choices. And the damage they leave behind. This story does not ask you to forgive. It asks you to witness. How silence can be more violent than touch. How love, when misplaced, becomes a weapon. Some stories are written to be loved. This one is written to be remembered.

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

A story between a spoilt but innocent beauty, the daughter of the prime minister, and a feared is her dad's little princess until she falls in love with a crowned prince, an heir to the Qatari throne, a smug and sarcastic bastard, but the most feared and important man in the world, fears no one and no one wants to get on his bad side because if you do, then you'll have to face the consequences, known as the panther prince because of his sharpness with the looks and attitude of a greek god and the generational wealth could get anyone to be on their knees for him. Still, he only wants her and what he wants, he gets, and he will do anything he can to get her, even if he has to declare war against her country. Dig in!!!!!!

Every love story has its battlefield. Mina was the clumsy intern who caught the wrath of Dr. Haider, the hospital's cold, perfectionist surgeon. He swore he'd make her regret choosing medicine-never realizing her chaos would undo him. Roheen was sweetness itself. Wajdan, the new Chief Minister, was power and fire. One look at her and he was hers. The only problem? She was a Jatoi. Their love was forbidden, destined to burn like Romeo and Juliet. And then there was Farhad, the sunshine boy, the perfect gentleman. Layhla had always been his best friend-until another girl came into his life, and she realized friendship had always been love. Three hearts. Three wars. One truth: love never plays fair.

««1980𝐬-90𝐬»» _____ "𝐊𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐬𝐝𝐤 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐚?" "𝐀𝐚𝐩 𝐧𝐞" _____ He was the storm everyone feared. She was the sunshine everyone loved. Ashwath Chouhan has everything a man could ask for wealth, power, respect, and a name that commands attention. Yet his world has always been built on silence and control. Dhairvi Singh is soft where he is hard, gentle where he is ruthless, and far too innocent for the world she is about to enter. Bound together by an arranged marriage, they are strangers under one roof. But sometimes, fate writes the most beautiful love stories between two people who never asked for them. © Autumn Whisk[2025]