To the world, he is a Beast. To the world, she is a Ghost. To a baby, they are everything. Rudra doesn't do "gentle." He is a storm of iron and cold calculation, a man whose presence usually clears a room. Anshika is his polar opposite-a woman of soft whispers and averted eyes, someone who has spent her life staying out of the spotlight. They were strangers until a blood-soaked promise tied them together. When a dying couple entrusts them with a ten-month-old infant, the instruction is chillingly clear: Do not trust the bloodline. Protect him from everyone. To save the child from a war he's too young to understand, Rudra and Anshika must commit to the ultimate masquerade. They aren't just protectors; they are now parents. In the glittering boardrooms of Bangalore and the crowded halls of elite weddings, they must convince the world that the child in their arms is their own. For Rudra, it means suppressing the lethal beast within to play the part of a devoted father. For Anshika, it means stepping out of the shadows to stand as the shield for a family that didn't exist yesterday. As they navigate bottle-feedings by night and high-stakes secrets by day, the lie begins to feel dangerously real. But in a world where the child's true identity is a death warrant, they must play their parts perfectly. Because if the world discovers that this "perfect family" is a fiction, the massacre they survived in the valley will only be the beginning. One lie to save him. One promise to hold them together. A thousand secrets that could tear them apart.

I cradled him tenderly against my chest, his tears falling into the gentle folds of my kurta's neckline. "Nayan," I whispered. He only tightened his grasp on my waist, his silence speaking volumes. The thought of revealing my knowledge of his love, the woman who had long held my husband's heart, felt suffocating. But I remained silent, savoring the warmth of our first tender touch, our first embrace, as I held him to his vulnerability.

Short story collection. Three stories. Woh ek Raat (Zarrar x Alina)✔️ "Woh ek raat jis mein sab ko kho kar mein ne tumhe paya" Dil pe Dastak (Haider x Muskan)✔️ "Mohabbat ne di dil pe dastak" MeharMah (Izaan x Amira)✔️ "Mein Mehar uska woh Mah meri" Little to no drama just love. Dialogues are translated into english.

This story is not for everyone. Not every marriage hides a gentle love story. Not every man is a hero. And not every girl is born brave enough to fight back. Some girls are raised to stay silent - taught to obey, to endure, to sacrifice. Their fear becomes their cage, their hesitation the reason they lose pieces of themselves little by little. And some men grow up believing power is love, dominance is care, and a wife exists only to surrender. This is not a fairytale. No prince is waiting at the end. Bound by an unexpected marriage to a man eight years older than her - a man once meant to become her brother-in-law - she is forced into the lavish yet suffocating world of the ruthless CEO of Acharya Industrialisation Pvt. Ltd. A man worshipped by society, feared by his employees, and shaped by a royal family where husbands are treated like gods and women are expected to kneel without question. He does not believe in love. He believes in possession. What begins as innocent hope slowly turns into quiet horror. Every gesture she once mistook for affection reveals something far darker beneath it. Her dream of a normal marriage dies a little more each day, until all she longs for is a single moment to breathe without fear. And him? He is not written to be redeemed easily. This story carries fragments of reality - the truths many women still live through behind closed doors, hidden beneath wealth, status, and perfect family names. It is cruel, emotional, uncomfortable, and painfully human. So read at your own risk. Because some stories are not meant to comfort you. Some are meant to haunt you.

just a bunch of short stories that are stuck in my head.🌚 ●Uzr (Complete) ■Ta'beer (Complete)

Book-1, 18+, mature, don't read if you are not comfortable, the male lead is a antihero, and the female lead is soft. Although there is no cheating or physical abuse but characters are morally grey. A criminal lawyer haunted by past , trying to find murderers of his father, emotionally suppressed due to childhood struggles, a young woman burdened by financial crises works as maid despite holding a graduation degree in fine arts. A union of both not arranged marriage, not love marriage, not contract marriage, not forced marriage but a marriage based on mutual want and need and that is not love. And feel free to comment as I am a new ( I can't say myself author or writer) but yes, I am new to it. So you can comment if you want but please don't comment negatively, if you do not like don't read. I am open for criticism ( I will accept my fault or try to discuss them if said in right way)but not ugly negativity .

Based in 1950' India Torn from her family and thrown into a marriage she never chose, Shanti is scorned, abandoned, and left to suffer alone. But fate is cruel-it forces the man who once destroyed her to seek her forgiveness. Can shattered souls rewrite a bond born from betrayal? Forced into a marriage meant to cleanse his father's name, Vishwas loathed the woman he was bound to. He crushed her spirit, cast her aside-until fate shattered his world. Now, the woman he once scorned is the only one who can save him. But does he deserve redemption? ● Inter-religion marriage ● Painful ● Angst ● Second chance ● Pehle ghutne tod grovel hoga then happy ending. NOTE :- If you are not comfortable with any of this stuff, please do not proceed.

A short story of Soha who is searching for her own home.

She was a nameless staff in his towering empire. He was a man destined for greatness... and already claimed by another. But fate-cruel and cunning-tied their lives together with a lie wrapped in roses and regret. Juliette never asked for love. She only wanted a quiet life, a dream of her own perfume shop, and maybe... a place to belong. Sebastian Whitmore, cold and calculated, offered her marriage-not out of love, but out of obligation. Hidden from the world, sealed with promises that meant nothing to him. What began as a forced union slowly turned into something unspoken. She cared for him in ways he never noticed. He wore the scents she made, breathed in the comfort she left behind... Yet he never knew it was her. Until she was gone. Until everything fell apart. Until the woman he never chose became the one his heart could never forget. And now-he's chasing ghosts in the wind, searching for the scent that once felt like home. 📌 Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of death and grief, which may be triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care.