~ A story as a Poetry itself ~ MURAAD SIDDIQUI "He never touched the flame. He simply waited for it to burn its way to him." Born into power, raised in shadows, Muraad Siddiqui was promised a bride before he could even tie his shoelaces - a girl he'd never met, but whose name sounded like poetry: Siya. While the world handed him legacy, influence, and control, he built a life around the only thing he never chose but always wanted. By the time she stepped into his haveli, still a child in uniform, he had already crafted a world where she was the centre. But love like his is not tender. It's sharp. Unvoiced. Unholy. Because how do you love someone who sees you as a stranger, when you've lived every breath for them? He stays close-but silent. Present-but untouchable. Not because he can't confess. But because what he feels could undo her entire world. SIYA RAGHUVANSHI "She was signed away with a pen. And now she lives in a palace she never asked for, but still always dreamed of-with a man whose eyes know too much." All Siya wanted was to study literature, hide behind her books, and lose herself in fictional darkness. But instead, she was unknowingly married off at fifteen - not out of love, but a centuries-old debt of honour. Now, she lives in Siya Mahel, a haunting haveli, filled with whispers, strange rituals, and one devastatingly silent man who keeps rubbing her feet every night as she falls asleep. She doesn't know what binds them. She doesn't understand why he flinches every time she asks him questions. Or why his gaze is both a prayer and a punishment. All she knows is that her life isn't hers anymore... And the one man who seems to care, is the one she fears the most. ~ One haveli. Two families tied by silence. Seven sacred stages of love. And a birth from shadows. Love is a blessing. But what if it's also a sentence you can't escape. This isn't a story. It's a rebellion sealed in sindoor and blood. ~~

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

"𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥... 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢." · 𝑻𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍 has already lost too much, her mother, her faith in love, and almost her heart to the man she once loved. · 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒓 carries a different kind of emptiness, the absence of a mother he's spent years trying to find, and a family whose secrets run deeper than he can comprehend. When a drunken kiss sparks a connection neither of them expected, their worlds collide in the most complicated way: a six-month contract marriage. Forced into proximity, they must navigate shared spaces, hidden truths, and emotions neither is prepared to confront. With her ex being Shriyaan's brother, every reminder of the past threatens to pull them apart. And yet, amidst heartbreak, lies, and forbidden tenderness, something begins to feel dangerously like home. Can two broken souls survive a marriage built on a deal? Can love bloom where betrayal once lived? And will their pasts allow them a future together-or will everything they hold dear come crashing down? Read the story to find out🧷 𝑲𝒐𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒌𝒐 𝒚𝒖𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒋𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒐 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 ·

Arthur King - 6'1" 28 years old - the name that ruled both the business world and the Mafia underworld. ❄️ Cold. ⚡ Ruthless. ☠️ Merciless. But for one tiny soul - his 2-year-old daughter Eva King - he became soft like a marshmallow. His world revolved around two things: ✨ Respect for both his parents, love his chaotic sister. ✨ Protecting his daughter at all costs. Once, he believed in love... Until an arranged marriage ruined it all. His first wife - chosen by his parents. For a moment, Arthur thought he found a life partner forgetting his first love... But that betrayal hits harder than bullets. That day..........................💔💔💔💔💔 His heart froze forever. ❄️ He saved his daughter, divorced that woman, and closed his heart for good. Or so he thought.🙃 ✨ Two years later, life forced him again. ✨ His daughter needed a mother. ✨ His parents insisted. And so entered Amaira Williams 💖 5'1" of pure innocence. 💖 19 years old, clumsy, sweet, dirty minded and with dreams of becoming a painter. 💖 Sold to Arthur by her own greedy stepmother for a handful of cash. He married her for his daughter's sake. Nothing more... or so he believed. But fate had different plans or maybe his subconscious mind🌚. Slowly... Amaira, became Eva's sunshine... and maybe, without even knowing, Arthur's healing maybe.❤️🩹💗 Yet there's a secret even Amaira doesn't know - A truth waiting in the shadows... Because Amaira Williams is not just an ordinary girl. What can be this past?🙃 ✨ But will happen when her past will come that she doesn't know? ✨ Can Arthur protect his daughter and his second wife when the monsters from their past return? ✨ Can Amaira truly become with time Mrs. Amaira Arthur King? Because in the end... ❤️🩹✨Love doesn't care if you're ready or not... it always finds you.✨❤️🩹

𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵. 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽𝓵𝔂. 𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓵𝔂. 𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂. _________★★_________ What if the groom-to-be is already married but is clueless about it? Chaos ensues as the truth comes crashing down on the celebration of meaningless beginnings. Destiny plays its masterstroke as he discovers that his wedding planner is really his wife, who would move heaven and earth in order to escape their accidental espousal. Including planning his marriage to her high-school nemesis and hiding their holy bond. Reeva Singhania might be a blessing for every couple out there, turning their big day into an unforgettable celebration, but she hates the very idea of marriage itself. She wasn't ready to be tied to Aditya Roy, she never would be. Aditya Roy, the man whose charms she isn't immune to even after being indifferent to romantic attachments to the other gender. The man who has the devil on his toes in a flick of his fingers and chases his possessions with passion. He has his eyes set on her while she is the stubborn siren who would accept anything except for being his wife. One has skyrocketing standards in terms of marriage, while the other abhors it. Would an alliance based on deception work? Would she ever come out of the clutches of her past to imagine a future with him? Or would this unplanned alliance crumble even before it began? Continue reading to know if love blooms or ugly truths shatter them apart... ___________ A sequel to The Alternative Bride...Can be read as a Standalone romance Thank you so much @noturfavb_ for the beautiful cover.

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

In the 18th century, Princess Siya Kumari of Mewar Face a swayamvar arranged by her father, knowing her choice was already made. Her longing for freedom contrasts with her royal duty. Meanwhile, in modern Mumbai, ruthless billionaire Ekansh Rathore dismisses emotions as weaknesses. His world collides with Siya's when she inexplicably time-travels to his era and faints in front of his car. Ekansh, intrigued by Siya despite his skepticism, helps her and begins investigating her mysterious background. Siya, disoriented by the modern world, is drawn to Ekansh's complexity, while he is captivated by her grace. Their interactions reveal a deep, unexpected connection that challenges their beliefs and emotional barriers. As their bond grows, they confront their pasts and insecurities. Facing personal demons and adapting to new realities, they find that their meeting might be more than coincidence. Their journey becomes a transformative exploration of love, healing, and a chance to reshape their destinies together. ********* Ekansh: "You know, Siya, I never believed in fate or love... not until you appeared in my life. You walked out of a different time, but it feels like you were meant to be here, in my world, with me." ................................ Author Note: ...................................................... Please first read 5 Chapters to Decide if you like or not🥲 ..................................................... feel free to comment

Years passed and everything changed. What would happen when their paths cross again? will they be able to mend everything again? Join on this incredible journey of love.. This is the continuation of ishq by chance- where it all began.

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐗 𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀) 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.💘 𝑯𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, heir to one of India's largest business empires, has always lived life on her own terms-strong-willed, independent, and determined to forge her own path. 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂, a man shaped by heartbreak and a past he can't forget, now lives for the lives he can save. A traveller, a healer, a stranger to attachments-he keeps his heart guarded. When fate throws them together, two broken hearts collide in ways neither expected. One chance at healing, one journey that will test trust, courage, and the meaning of love. 📚✨ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬! 🙏 📖 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭! 💖