"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫." The king of Vijaygarh had to marry a girl to complete his thirst of desires. She was well aware that she was married to fulfill his needs... so she shouldn't hope for anything from him as she was just a girl who he had to bed because of the curse. Marrying her doesn't felt any special or significant until the way he got used to her, obsessed to her. The king's craving for her only increased and increased. He started yearning for her more and more with each passing days and he felt it was natural and normal as she was ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏, 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉. ~𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁~ || ON HOLD TILL FURTHER NOTICE ||

What's Love? Being with the one you love or staying away from them for their own good? Catching hold onto them or letting them go? Giving anything just to be with them or sacrificing everything for their safety? What's Love? No one knows the exact answer for it. They say that Love heals the deepest wounds. Is it true? Does Love has that power? Can it melt the coldest hearts? Can it mend the broken hearts? Can it turn the stone hearts into the loving hearts? Can Love make the person to forget their pain and love again? Peep into the story to know all the answers.

Love. Revenge. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Altair crime family boss Armaan Altair is evil and frightening. Like... jaw dropping, spine-chilling and eye widening kind of scary. Tall and muscular, with the kind of dominant, dark attitude that makes everyone around him pee in their pants. He commands respect and fear from everyone, and he deserves it. He's earned it. As for women... he despises just the thought of being near them. They are weak and unwanted in his eyes. He has no place for one in his life. Until he encounters Jannat. One unfortunate night, Jannat witnesses a terrible crime -- and if she breathes a word of it, she's dead. Now there is only one person who can protect her and that person is... Armaan Altair.

Eight Years Ago "Mom.." I say with a small smile on my face. My sister had passed her first music lesson and we're all so proud of her. "What is it Layla!? can't you see I'm busy?!" She snaps. "Oh.." I say, my smile faltering slightly, as I watch mom cuddle Heidi and give her lots of sweets as reward. "C-can I have a sweetie too?" I ask. Mom laughs coldly. "Why should you? You've never achieved anything, have you?! Lazy little brat." Heidi giggles and I look at her to see a smirk on her face, making my face fall. I watch mom whisper things to Heidi, making her giggle even more. The door swings open, and my dad walks in. I smile again, running to him and hug his knees but he just brushes me off with an annoyed expression, walking towards my mom hugging her and ruffling Heidi's hair. What's going on? "Dad..ruffle my hair too?" I ask hesitantly. All three of them burst out laughing and I sink down in embarassment. "Layla, we always knew you weren't the brightest kid here." He laughs "I just knew you'd be a screw up, right Luise?" He says and she nods. "And I was right. You're a failure" He grabs my maths sheet, crumples it up and throws it at me. "You spend way too much time with your 'friends' never on your education, you ungrateful little brat. We should've got rid of you as soon as we found out you were on the way." He spits out spitefully as my mum nods, still smirking. "Dad I'll do better, I promise!" I sob, tears streaming down my face, but he shakes his head, smirking. I look at my sister and walk towards her giving her a watery smile. "H-Heidi... we're still friends right?" I ask, desperately. Her smirk slowly vanishes. she leans forward and I thought she'd hug me, but instead she pulls my hair and pushes me onto the floor making me scream. She laughs, my parents joining her. "Stupid" she hisses, kicking me, before going to my parents, all of them walking out, leaving me on the floor, crying my eyes out. What have I done to deserve this?

A story about a girl and a boy who were tied in a marriage at the age when they didn't know the meaning of this word. Their parents tied them in a knot when He was 6 years old and she was 4. When there was a relation then there would be a knock on heart and There would be of love spark in their hearts for each other. Join journey of Haider and Haaniyah.

"Memories: a recollection one cannot get rid of even after losing them" _____________________________ "Why you have to be so stubborn!?" She asked looking in his raven eyes at which he smiled wholeheartedly. "I just don't want to let go what is mine and precious to me." He said, leaving her hands and leaning back on his seat. "If something is yours then you don't have to hold onto it, just let it go, if it meant for you it'll be going to come back to you, eventually." She answered. "Nice thought but I believe in chasing things." ___________________________ Dive down into the story of two persons living their own life calmly until fate happened and made them come across the truth of their lives. ___________________________ Started on - 28/12/2019 Completed on - --/--/---- © All rights reserved. 2019. fariya_siddiqui ____________________________ An Indian Love Story. Highest ranking #1 in Indianstory 269 in memories

Azail Sarasin a powerful, dominant, and ruthless man. A living nightmare as he kills without remorse. No one dared to cross his path. But She Did His life changed upside down by the unexpected arrival of a Dove. His Dove Sana Irani a beautiful and kind yet feisty girl who left her home and ran to her aunt in Thailand to avoid her stepmother's wrath and evil plans. Only to find herself land in the den of a Beast. Her Beasty For Her, meeting Him is like being out of the frying pan and into the fire. He was Her Beasty. A Darkness that envelopes her. For Him, meeting Her is like getting light that shines in his world of darkness. She was His Dove. Light of his Soul Read more to know about this Beasty and his DOVE. ♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧ ⚠(I do not own any of the pictures that are used in the book)

Priya is an independent, beautiful Indian girl who flew to New York in order to escape from her obsessed villain. But she caught the eyes of Damon, a typical cold and handsome CEO of the leading multi-billion company in New York. Let's see the thriller, humor-filled journey of love between the sarcastic Indian woman and a possessive American man. **a sneak peek ** "My bride ", luke yelled in his childish voice while hugging her left leg. "my princess ", Lucas hugged her right leg while glaring at Damon. Damon picked the two little devils by their collars and thrown them on the soft couch. "she's my wife ", he said with a smug smile and walked out with priya lying on his shoulder. Priya smacked her forehead. she's used to this now. "baby, I may be the history's most tragic hero. first I defeated that evil villain to marry you. Now I've to routinely defeat that two little devils to spend time with you"

What happens when you are nothing one day and suddenly you got everything? But everything comes with its price and here I have lost my heart to my cousins fiance when she left last minute from her engagement. Meet swarni malhotra and ayaan malik in there big fat Indian wedding. They sworn to be each other's but she knows he is 'never mine'. Or will he? Lets find out!!!! ***guys this is my first story please support me please try and avoid grammar mistakes because I know there would be a lot them***