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Intro Some legacies are celebrated. Some are buried so deep that even blood forgets its own origin. In a country where surnames carry power, faith dictates choices, and silence is often mistaken for obedience-there exists a family whose influence doesn't need announcement. Their name alone decides elections, bends businesses, and defines morality for an entire region. And then, there is Shehnaaz Gill. A woman who belongs nowhere she is known... and everywhere she stands on her own. The law knows her by her victories. The courtroom knows her by her voice. The world knows her by her surname-but not by the truth behind it. Because some stories are not written to be told. They wait. Quietly. Patiently. Until fate decides otherwise.

Zakhm Tere, Saath Mera A slow-burn healing love story --- 💔 Story Description: He didn't want company. She didn't come looking for love. But fate made her stay... in a house where silence screamed louder than words - and a man named Sidharth, once full of fire, now lived like a shadow. Shehnaaz was supposed to spend thirty days on a quiet NGO assignment. But when the guest house filled up, she was forced to stay with the only man in town no one dared to speak to. Cold. Distant. Dangerous, they said. Sidharth had no interest in visitors - not after everything he'd burned behind him. His past was a graveyard, and his present... nothing but smoke. But Shehnaaz wasn't here to fix him. And yet, by simply being, she began to melt the ice he'd built brick by brick. Slowly. Quietly. Without permission. This is not a story of love at first sight. This is a story of love that crept in unnoticed - between wounds that didn't bleed, between silences that held more weight than words. A story where healing doesn't come easy, and sometimes, the one who heals ends up hurting too. Because some souls aren't meant to be saved. They're meant to be understood.

They were best friends. She loved him in silence. He loved someone else... Until he realized, he was always hers. Shehnaaz Kaur has been Sidharth's best friend since college-the one who knows his moods, his favorite chai spot, and the stories behind all his scars. But there's one thing she's never told him: that her heart has belonged to him for as long as she can remember. Sidharth Malhotra is charming, ambitious, and completely blind to the love standing quietly beside him. When he falls for someone else-Aarushi, the beautiful and confident girl from work-Shehnaaz hides her heartbreak behind a smile. She listens to his love stories, helps him pick gifts, and swallows her pain daily. But love has its own strange way of being seen. When Shehnaaz begins to drift away, Sidharth is left with an emptiness he can't explain. And when Aarushi walks away-telling him he was never truly hers-he finally begins to understand who really owns his heart. A story of unsaid love, slow realization, and the one person who was home all along. Because sometimes, the love you're searching for... is the one who's always been there.

An Arranged Marriage | Enemies to Lovers | Dark Romance Shehnaaz zehra was born of silence and secrets-raised far from the legacy her blood carried. Gentle but unbreakable, she is thrust into a world that never wanted her, married into a name she was forbidden to utter. A bride in a house of wolves. A heart that refuses to bow. Sidharth zehra is the storm at the center of that world-the eldest heir of the zehra empire. Cold. Calculated. Ruthless. He doesn't believe in love, especially not for a girl with a tainted past. Yet the more he tries to hate her, the deeper she carves herself into him. Bound by blood. Forced by family. Their marriage was never meant to be love-it was meant to be survival. But when desire bleeds into obsession, when hatred begins to ache... Will they destroy each other-or burn together?

She loved him all her life... and he never even looked her way. Until fate took everything he had - and she was all he had left." Sidharth Khan, Aayat, and Shehnaaz - three lives intertwined since childhood. Aayat was the light - loud, beautiful, unforgettable. Sidharth was her shadow, her soulmate, her choice. And Shehnaaz? She was just the quiet one... the one who watched from behind closed doors, loving Sidharth in silence for years, never daring to speak, never daring to hope. As college turned into reality, Sidharth married Aayat. Their love was loud and proud, and Shehnaaz stood beside them - smiling outside, breaking inside. Until everything changed. One moment. One scream. One heartbeat - and Aayat was gone. Leaving behind a newborn daughter... and a shattered man. Sidharth couldn't breathe without Aayat. Couldn't look at his daughter without breaking down. But Shehnaaz didn't let go. She picked up the child, the house, the grief, and held it all together - silently, selflessly. As nights passed and seasons changed, something else began to change too. In the soft lullabies, in the shared silences, in the way Shehnaaz held Zoya like her own - Sidharth began to see a new kind of love. One that didn't ask, didn't demand, didn't even speak... but healed. This is not a love story that began with a smile. This is a love story born from loss, from ashes, from years of unspoken feelings - a love that was always there, waiting to be seen.

RUINED TRILOGY book-1-Ruined me Limited Chapters- 10 "He should've walked away. Instead, he burned for her-dangerously, obsessively." Life was flawless. Predictable. Controlled. Until her. Until the moment Zarar' eyes locked with Ruhya's-wide, tear-soaked, trembling beneath a smile she wore for another man. His uncle's bride-to-be. Twenty years old. Off-limits. Untouchable. She was everything he should've ignored. But something inside him snapped. Obsession. Sharp. All-consuming. Dangerous. He watched her laugh at his uncle's jokes, wear his ring, walk through their house like she belonged there. But in his mind, she already belonged to him. And what he wants... he takes. Even if it means betraying blood. Even if it means dragging them both into something they can't escape.

This story revolves around a handsome police officer who enforces a college going girl to marry him. She is left with no choice, as her best friend, chose to elope leaving her stranded behind. She cries, pleading them to let her go ! He tore the letter, threatening her to accept ! He won't spare her as his reputation is at stake. She helplessly, thinks "MERA KIYA QASOOR HAI ?" It's not their fault yet they're entangled in a beautiful relation called marriage ♥️💍 Publishing date: 17 dec 2024 Completion date: 8 june 2025 All rights reserved.

one goon and a simple girl What happens after they accidentally get married and how their relationship takes a different turn when the secret hidden for so many years comes to light? The story is highly mature, so it would be better for polite people to stay longer.

Copyright reserved to @Tanushreeroy862 Don't try to copy my work. I never thought I'd think about her again... after just one night. I've never felt like this for any girl before. Girls throw themselves at me all the time. It's common. Who wouldn't? I'm the multimillionaire Siddharth Arora. We met at a club in New York. I was there with my business clients... and she was with her friends. Different from all the others - stunning in a red backless dress, minimal makeup... effortlessly captivating. Unknowingly, she was pulling in every male in that club - her beauty was impossible to ignore. I was no exception. I felt something strange, something new. But it was real. I had never felt this way about anyone before. She looked at me. I was already looking at her. Our eyes met - her hazel orbs pulling me in like a force I couldn't resist. We held that gaze... until my business client broke the moment. I shifted focus back to work, diving into the discussion. But I couldn't shake off the pull. And then - out of nowhere - someone came up to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said: "I'm sorry. My friends dared me to do this..." It was her. The same girl who had captured my attention. Before my bodyguards could react, I raised my hand to stop them. I nodded and said calmly, "It's okay." She smiled. And walked away - back to her friends - like nothing happened. When I finally finished my work and was preparing to leave the club, flanked by bodyguards, I saw her again. She looked at me. She was feeling it too... that strange connection. Then I heard one of her friends yell: "Sana! Tu kal subah ki flight se Delhi mat ja, yaar!" She looked excited - maybe because of me. Book will 18+🔞