"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞" Their meeting was not a coincidence; it was fate, wasn't it? Aayansh fell for her the very first time he saw her. He wanted her to be known as his QUEEN, but the world he lived in was darker than hers. He swore on his life to always protect her, but could he fulfill that promise? Divya was too scared to fall for any guy, but he entered her life and reignited the flame of love within her. Just when she was about to savor her life, something unexpected occurred. Her past secrets were revealed. She fears that she will lose him too and that he will leave. Will he? "Burn Like Ashes" is a desi novel with a twist of dark romance. They were a match made in hell.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 DARK ROMANCE "Fuck. You." I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wall. One of his hands was above me and the other gripped my jaw, sending thousands of shivers throughout my body but not in a bad way, again, only in an addictive way. "Talk to me like that again Elisia and I'll have you screaming it instead," he whispered, his voice laced with anger. His words suddenly sent a pool of wetness between my legs and made my heart beat a little faster. I tried to get rid of his hand on my face even though I knew I couldn't. When I didn't respond, he let go of me and stepped back. "Now get ready Elisia and if you're not ready by eight then I'll come do it myself," he threatened, walking away. I would love to see him try. Fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him. --- TW⚠️: abuse, intense sexual assault, violence, CNC, sexual content WITH consent, ⚠️ --- Complete but going through MAJOR EDITING

ishq mubaarak, dard mubaarak. 𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪 "Quickly, say an I love you." "I love you, Hamza." "That's right." ✦✦ Hamza Hayat; 21, a synonym of Greek God. The playboy's chiseled physique has every single girl drooling over him. However, the ladykiller's dimple denting smiles are enough to fluster Zaira. In spite of her open hatred for him. Zaira Azhar, the epitome of beauty. Her eyes not only steal the color of the ocean, but also Hamza's heart. A nineteen year old, whose only goal in life is to live and let live. ✦✦ cliché pakistani romance ft. cheesy love songs.

Once upon a time, men and women entered marriage with very clear policies regarding the division of labour: he would go to work and "bring home the bacon," while she would stay at home and cook, clean, and raise the children. Things aren't the same as they used to be. Modern Indian romance, intimacies, and marriages are far more complicated than assessments and reality television shows portray. In India, arranged marriages are an unique and complex process. People seek a 'soulmate' with whom they can spend the rest of their lives, but they also have specific expectations of the potential bride or groom. There is a strong narrative about finding love, compatibility, and connection, but what stands out is a real intent to replicate class identities beneath all of this. In a country that depends on a spending population, "middle class" is a necessary armour, a shared language, a value system, and, more importantly, a way of life. Life may be unjust, irritating, and disarmingly disappointing on most days. Being middle class, on the other hand, creates character in a culture obsessed with the need to be a part of the rat race. Marriage also places the onus of making sacrifices, concessions, and making the marriage work on the couple. This tale illuminates the unseen and underappreciated aspects of an Indian arranged marriage, the life of a middle-class wife and husband and their shared responsibilities as they navigate through life. Immense amount of desi tadka awaiting your way. *I don't own the illustration on the poster.*

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.

"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Adams." My body stiffened. Slowly I turned around just to see Mr. Parker standing in front of me with hands in his trouser pockets. I bit my lip. I thought he would be angry but when I looked at him. His face showed no emotion. He then started walking towards me I moved back. This continued until my back hit the door. Then he placed his one hand on my side, leaning forward, close to me. "What was rule number three Miss Adams." His face was extremely close to mine my breath got hitched. I couldn't answer his question why? Because I was more focused in the distance between us. "I asked you something Miss Adams." He said again. "T-That t-there a-are prohibited areas i-in the house where I shouldn't g-go." "It seems like you remember the rules. This room is one of those prohibited areas. So, from next time think before you put yourself into trouble." I just stared at his eyes. I was lost in those pair of sea-coloured eyes. No other guy has ever affected me this much as Mr. Parker. I get nervous around him. I don't know what this feeling is but this feeling is different. A feeling that I have never felt for anyone. "Understood?" he said again. I nodded. "Yes Mr. Parker." ***************** Liam Parker, 25 year old billionaire. Arrogant, handsome, ruthless, the only thing matters to him is his son and his work. Bella Adams, 24 year old simple and bubbly girl, who lives with her Nanny in an orphanage. What will happen when Bella comes as a babysitter of Liam's son? Let's find out in the story.....

Every girl, whether she is confident or not, at time of nikkah, become hesitated to say yes. The feeling that your sur name is going to change and you are giving your life to another person is very horrible. Same was the case with Saba. She saw toward Sahir who was looking to another side. His face was so serious that Saba felt afraid of him. .................... It is the story of Saahir and Saba. Join their journey of halal love. Winner of Swan book awards! Hello guys! This is my first novel so it will contain mistakes. Please tolerate it and give me your honest comments. Book cover by YoungWwriter. I am so thankful for this beautiful cover😍 Read! Enjoy! Vote and share it😊