Ishq-e-Wahdat: Jahan tera ishq, wahan meri wahdat --- "Open the safe" mehzabin called me out. "Open it" the one of the body guards said. "...if you promise not to kill." "What?" "If you promise not to kill....I will open it." "Don't worry. I will spare your life." "I mean my colleagues" I spoke again trying to negotiate with them... It was probably the quickest reply I had ever given. A small hesitant sound came from behind him. "Then can I kill you?" Tak, the sound of fingernails tapping against the metal trigger. ---- 🐨 TROUPES: Dark Romance, Mafia Romance, Muslim Lovestory, Niqabi Female Lead --------- START: 21st sept, 2025 Chapters coming from 1st jan 2026 inshallah ❤️

1st STORY: "I'm the person who's watched you spew venom for the last fifteen minutes while he sat there quietly, still trying to be civil. You planned this whole thing, ambushed him into a fake date, and now you're playing victim and jury?" She stood up too, her voice rising. "Don't interfere. This is between me and Zaviyaar." "Wrong." I snapped. "You re ruining appetite of others" ________ 2ND STORY: "I don't think I can bring profits to you," I said flatly, clutching my bag tighter. "Before you even listened to the proposal, you already rejected it," he said his tone calm but sharp. "If that's your behavior, then you won't grow further. You might as well book your flight back to India." .________ 3RD STORY: I don't want to... I am leaving," I said, turning away. "Ruhi, let's talk," he pleaded. "Just give me one chance to explain myself." "There's nothing left to talk about," I said, my voice colder than I felt inside. _______ MY CHUDAIL TRIO STORY: After stuffing myself with wai-wai, I announced like a war general, "Main chali sone. Ab ek ne bhi disturb kiya na.. corridor mein soyega woh. Bina pillow blanket ke." A minute later, Ruhi barged in. "Side de, mujhe bhi sona hai," she said clearing up space on the bed. She plopped down, and I instantly hugged her like my pillow, throwing both legs on top of her. "Hatt yaar, saans band kar degi tu meri," she groaned. "Hmph..." I turned away only to feel her raise her leg over me in return. "Uff, main thak gayi..." Mannat's voice came from the door. "Zaalim auraton, mujhse bartan dhulwaye aur yahan tum dono maze se so rahi ho." She climbed onto the bed adjusting herself tugging at the blanket. "Mujhe bhi jagah de thodi," she complained. ________ OVERALL TROUPES: Multicouple Lovestory Ride-or-Die Friends The Trio Dynamic Late-Night Confessions No One Understands Me Like You Do Dark Humor _______ (Check Inside For couple TROUPES)

Ryker rules the underworld with brutal violence - feared by all, controlled by none. When his family falls, he's forced into the daylight to save their empire. Cyra is the calm in his storm - a fierce, perfect woman who breaks his walls and feeds his darkest need. In a world of gunfire and power, only her milk can tame the monster. It's not your ordinary love story baby It's GUNFIRE & GOLDEN MILK

Rael is a billionaire heir cursed with a savage rage-touch what he claims, and he will lose himself in a storm of blood and fire. Only one thing can stop the chaos: Cyana. Her presence. Her milk. Once a servant's daughter-fierce, untouchable, and ruthlessly beautiful-she's now the fragile lifeline tethering his darkness. If anyone tries to take her, he won't hesitate to burn everything to ashes.

He was born for war. She was built to heal. But when his mouth finds comfort in her breast, the line between hunger and need begins to blur. A mafia king, bleeding and broken. A doctor with a body that won't stop giving. Love was never supposed to feel like this-desperate, raw, and addictive.

Professor Aryan Singh is a ruthless billionaire, a strict control-freak with a heart of ice. Behind his arrogant, dominating facade lies a dark, agonizing secret a trauma that makes him believe he is an utterly unworthy of love or a family. Kavya Sharma is a bright, innocent, and fiercely stubborn scholarship student whose only dream is to make her middle-class father proud. One stormy night at a secluded Trip . One malicious campus rumor. One forced marriage that changes their lives forever. To save her dignity, Aryan fills her hairline with sindoor, trapping them both in a cage of a loveless, secret marriage. He pushes her away, punishing her with his coldness, desperately trying to save her from his own broken reality. But Kavya is not the weak girl he thought she was. She fights his ego, challenges his rules, and slowly, unknowingly, starts melting the frozen walls of his heart. What happens when the cold professor falls madly, possessively in love with his innocent student? And the ultimate test-what happens when Kavya accidentally discovers the devastating secret Aryan has hidden for years? Will she walk away in disgust, or will she become the shield that heals his broken soul ?.. 🔥 Tropes: Age-Gap, Professor-Student, Forced Marriage, Billionaire Romance, "Touch-Her-And-You-Die" Energy, Extreme Possessiveness, Slow-Burn, Deep Emotional Healing. Dive into a story of tearing ego clashes, intense jealousy, and a love so deep it defies destiny itself. Student × Professor . . . . Mature content ❤️

A gunshot echoes in the rain. Haya's father, Siraj Sheikh, kneels before Yawar Kazmi, trembling. He owes Yawar a massive debt after a failed business deal that involved smuggling under Kazmi's watch. Yawar's eyes shift to the young girl standing at the doorway - Haya. Innocent. Untouched by this darkness. His lips curl into a calculating smirk. "The debt will be cleared... if she becomes mine."

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 • Protective impulsive proposal • Cousins-to-lovers • Found family

• BOOK 1 OF THE ESZTAR SERIES • Reaching upstairs, he hurled me inside his room and closed the door harshly. I stood there shaking with fear. He looked scary. Extremely scary. He tilted his head, forming an evil grin on his face. I couldn't move. I stayed riveted to my spot silently begging him for mercy. Everything went wrong tonight. He was going to take out all the aggression on me. He always did that. To make it worse, no one was there in the house to save me. I opened my mouth to speak but was roughly slammed against the wall in a heartbeat. It happened in less than a second. My chest was pressed against his and my hands were pinned above with his one hand clasping both of my wrists while the other hand snaked around my waist, holding me in place. "What are you doing?" I let out an incredulous whisper. "Showing you the right way to dominate." And with that, he smashed his lips over mine. ~~~ Life is perfect. Until it all goes downhill. For Vittoria, it was when four insanely hot mafias kidnapped her. Vittoria Andress, a normal girl finds herself thrown into the world of mafias. Now left all alone, without her brother, her only family, she has one big task- survive. And it was anything but easy, especially with the obsessive mafia boss having hots for her. Will the merciless turn of events crush her beneath it's weight or will she rise from there ashes? WARNING : Strong language, graphic violence, abuse. May act as a trigger. #1 IN MAFIABOSS #1 IN DARK ROMANCE #1 IN HATELOVE #1 IN CRIME #1 IN SASSY #1 IN CONSORTIUM #2 IN HOT #5 IN KIDNAP #7 IN OBSESSION

⚠️ MATURE⚠️ This story contains strong use of language and mature scenes. If you are offended easily do not read. •.• I snuggled into the comfortable warmth of the fluffy pillow as I was eager to go back to sleep. The fan lullabied me into a hazy state. Suddenly, a heavy weight landed on my waist, pulling me from the tired daze. I leaned up in shock as my hands flung forward defensively to push whoever was on me off. With a strong force, my shoulders were shoved backwards and into the mattress. Grunts of struggle filled the room as we fought each other. The offender grabbed my wrists and held them firmly above my head with one strong hand. Sobs of terror escaped from my chest as a thumb caressed my cheek to wipe away the spilled tears. "P-please let go of me," I begged, trembling. "You are so beautiful." A man's voice spoke, his large hand leaving my face and traveling down my body to squeeze my pelvic region. "Stop." I screeched, my demand ricocheting between the four bedroom walls. The man growled darkly. "If you scream again, I will kill you." I nodded keenly in response to show that I would not challenge his threat. His hand slowly freed my mouth, testing if I would disobey him. He reached into his pocket. A knife, zip tie, and a rag were all revealed. The view made me realize that this could be my last chance to get help. If I did not call out right now, he would take me. I would not make it out alive either way. I let out a bloodcurdling scream loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood.