Note: This is an actual Slow burn. Please proceed accordingly. "How sore are you? Because I wasn't kidding about the strategy thing." Dark eyes glittered mischievously in firelight. "I have years of pent-up frustration to work through, angel. We're in Switzerland for another week." "What do I get in return?" I teased. He blinked, then tilted his head like a wolf considering prey that just turned out to be cleverer than expected. "What do you get in return?" he repeated slowly, amused and intrigued. "This is extortion. My own wife asking for compensation." "Fine. Counter-offer." He turned back to me, "I give you Paris, every city you want. Monaco. Milan. Milan especially because I want to see you in Italian leather." He pressed a kiss to my jaw. "I buy you jewelry that makes the royal family jealous. Rubies, pearls, things that catch firelight, I give the whole country in your hand if you want." His mouth went lower, trailing down my neck. "I eat you out every morning before chai, without exception, rain or shine." He licked the spot between my throat and collarbone, "I eat that cunt as my breakfast till the day I die." His teeth grazed my collarbone next. "And in return, you let me ruin you on every surface in our house." he rasped, "Kitchen counter, bed, shower, floor. That ridiculous stone bench outside on the terrace." He pulled back to meet my eyes. "That is a presidential offer, Mrs. Haider. Do we have a deal?" ~ Hazal Qaim-A politician's daughter and Wasi Orhan Haider-The president of Pakistan are childhood best friends but friends don't always end up being friends. So their fathers suggested marriage, and he rejected her but why? And why did he find another man for her to marry? And why did the groom disappear on her wedding day, only for Orhan to marry Hazal? ~ [Check the first chapter for tropes and introduction, and if you don't like it, feel free to skip. This book contains hindu/urdu dialogues but inner monologues are in english]

​"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.

*A Pakistani Mafia Romance, without the Toxicity!* Adam Ahmer Awan has nothing to live for, so he risks his life by living a dangerous gang life. Arshiya Farooqi has everything to live for: a loving family, good friends, and a full scholarship to the country's best law school. When darkness collides while light, will he question his worthiness in her bright and happy world? Or would she help him realise that everyone is deserving of love?

Sometimes all the parched valley of heart needs is a drop of Petrichor. Noor Fatimah hasn't had it easy but still she faces every obstacle in her life with a smile on her face and a firm faith in her heart. When circumstances shake the very base of her being , she comes across the worst nightmare of her life. But in all this her feet stumble upon a confusion she can't seem to understand. A confusion named Rayyan Ahmed Khan. He's cynical. He's a bad news. And he questions everything she's always believed in. Two very different people from two very different worlds cross paths. One is determined to get out of the dark shadows looming over her while the other cherish the darkness he's living from within. Can she be the drop of petrichor he needs? Or will he be the storm she's hell bent on avoiding. And will love have a role to play here? Highest Rank: 2 in Spiritual Winner of The Fiction Awards 2019

After Mars mission is successful, Sanyukta brings Randhir home to introduce him to her father, Kishore Agarwal. How will he react meeting Randhir after two years? Will Mr. Agarwal accept Randhir? Will he forgive him for causing so much trouble in his daughter's life? Will Sandhir tell him about their marriage? Read the Sandhir short story "Hitler Sasurji" for fun filled Sasur- Damad's moments and passionate Sandhir moments Highest Rank in Fanfiction #130 - 3rd December #142 - 24th November #157- 23rd November

A collection of some of my favourite muslim/desi romantic stories

'A political empire, a forbidden love' Hamdan Gillani, the only son of political leader Samreen Gillani, refuses to fall into the dirty world of politics, and instead fights against corruption, even if it's in the form of his own family. His mother will accept all, as long as he has a marriage of a political alliance. So when a forbidden romance between her beloved son and a Gillani family employee is revealed, would Hamdan be able to protect his relationship from the wrath of his mother, or will it become a victim of yet another dangerous game of politics?

'Is age really just a number?' Established author, Rehan Tariq, a thirty-five-years-old single man, is constantly questioned about his marital status. And he always has the same answer for them: "Not now." "If not now, then when?" Even he does not have the answer to that question. But when Anabia Zohaib, a twentysomething bubbly girl, writes a fanfiction on one of his novels, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. Will the instant connection result in a happily ever after, or will the age gap create obstacles between them?

This book is a collection of multiple short stories completely unrelated to each other. Buckle up because i am going to take you on rollercoaster ride