"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.

‹‹ 𝗔𝗸𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝘅 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮 ›› ➺ A College Love Story.... 𝐃𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐣𝐡𝐭𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧... 𝐀𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐣𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐣𝐡𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧." ××××××××××××××××××× "She never loved me." But before she could finish her sentence, I pulled her closer by her wrist firm, not harsh. She gasped, her palm landing on my chest for balance, but I didn't care. "Look in my eyes and say it, Sanvi." My voice was low, breaking at the edges. "Look at me and say every fucking moment meant nothing. That you never loved me." Her lips parted, her eyes trembling with unshed tears. She hesitated. Then-her gaze turned cold. "I never loved you, Akshat," she whispered. Silence. Her words fell between us like shattered glass- small, sharp, impossible to ignore. My chest tightened. My ears buzzed. She doesn't mean it. She can't mean it. "I liked you, but not anymore. It was just infatuation." The final nail in the coffin. I dragged in a breath, but it never reached my lungs. Lies. ×××××××××××××××××××× They met in college. Two quiet souls who spoke more through glances than words. He was her best friend's brother... She was his brother's bestfriend From strangers to friends. From best friends to lovers. And then- A heartbreak time couldn't fix. Because some stories don't end, they simply pause until fate presses play again. ××××××××××××××××××××

Note: This is an actual Slow burn. Please proceed accordingly. "How sore are you? Because I wasn't kidding about the strategy thing." Dark eyes glittered mischievously in firelight. "I have years of pent-up frustration to work through, angel. We're in Switzerland for another week." "What do I get in return?" I teased. He blinked, then tilted his head like a wolf considering prey that just turned out to be cleverer than expected. "What do you get in return?" he repeated slowly, amused and intrigued. "This is extortion. My own wife asking for compensation." "Fine. Counter-offer." He turned back to me, "I give you Paris, every city you want. Monaco. Milan. Milan especially because I want to see you in Italian leather." He pressed a kiss to my jaw. "I buy you jewelry that makes the royal family jealous. Rubies, pearls, things that catch firelight, I give the whole country in your hand if you want." His mouth went lower, trailing down my neck. "I eat you out every morning before chai, without exception, rain or shine." He licked the spot between my throat and collarbone, "I eat that cunt as my breakfast till the day I die." His teeth grazed my collarbone next. "And in return, you let me ruin you on every surface in our house." he rasped, "Kitchen counter, bed, shower, floor. That ridiculous stone bench outside on the terrace." He pulled back to meet my eyes. "That is a presidential offer, Mrs. Haider. Do we have a deal?" ~ Hazal Qaim-A politician's daughter and Wasi Orhan Haider-The president of Pakistan are childhood best friends but friends don't always end up being friends. So their fathers suggested marriage, and he rejected her but why? And why did he find another man for her to marry? And why did the groom disappear on her wedding day, only for Orhan to marry Hazal? ~ [Check the first chapter for tropes and introduction, and if you don't like it, feel free to skip. This book contains hindu/urdu dialogues but inner monologues are in english]

At Westbridge International University, the rich rule the world. Luxury cars. Billionaire heirs. Designer lives. And in the middle of them all stands Dhruv Sharma- a scholarship student with bruised knuckles, sleepless nights, and a heart he's buried too deep for anyone to reach. Cold. Quiet. Untouchable. Until Riya Raichand enters his life. The university's golden girl. Billionaire heiress. Too pretty. Too loud. Too emotional for her own good. She smiles like sunshine. He survives like a storm. He thinks she's another spoiled rich girl. She thinks he's the most beautiful person she's ever met. And somewhere between accidental kisses, midnight bike rides, jealousy, heartbreak, hidden truths, and a love neither of them knows how to handle- their worlds begin colliding in the most dangerous way possible. But some love stories aren't just written by fate. Some were started long before the two people even remembered each other. A story about: ✧ rich girl x scholarship boy ✧ grumpy x sunshine ✧ obsessive slow burn ✧ hidden childhood connection ✧ jealousy, angst & emotional chaos ✧ "he fell first but she fell harder" energy ✧ heartbreak that physically hurts ✧ protective male lead ✧ touch-starved boy learning love ✧ Bollywood-level drama And a boy who spent his whole life believing he was unwanted... until one girl loved him enough to change his destiny. "Maybe in every universe, it was always supposed to be you."

•Safa Hayat• Her flounders against the world haven't been known to anyone. Neither do the scars that run deep inside the abyss of her frail soul. She's been hurt. Brutally. Both, physically and mentally. The physical scars, however, fade with time. But what about the emotional ones? Never! They never leave you. The turmoil never leaves you. It stays there, eating away at you, minute by minute, second by second. •Azlan Shehryar• A philanthropist who wants to bring a change to this world and firmly believes in the youth. He runs a school in the small district where she lives. But that's not his only agenda. He has come to destroy her. To avenge someone he loved deeply. So what happens when they both meet? Will he ever revert his plan or the cruelty of this world will once again be inflicted on her? Or would that even be a cruelty in the first place? Maybe she deserves it. Maybe not. To know, join me in their journey. _____________________ Highest rank in spiritual: #1 [Five Times] Highest rank in spirituality: #3 Highest rank in muslimromance: #1 Highest rank in sarcasm: #18 Highest rank in Pakistani: #1 (5th Sept, 2020) Highest rank in Pakistan: #1 (18th June, 2021) Highest rant in desi: #1 Highest rank in ashes: #1 Highest rank in education: #1 (18th July, 2021) _____________________ WARNING: Slightly mature language. Some scenes might be disturbing and triggering. Mature [self-harm & murder] Read at your own risk! DISCLAIMER: This book contains Muslim characters but it's not an accurate depiction of Islam. It's not meant to preach so just take it easy and enjoy the equally fun, humorous, and agonizing ride.

BOOK 1 OF THE PARADISE SERIES "THIS CONVERSATION IS NOT BASELESS, I HAVE THE DAMN PROOF YOU CAN CHECK YOUR PHONE" Abhimaan Singh Rathore, An arrogant ruthless man who loves his work as much as he loves his family. Not even a single scratch can arise on his family when he is the one standing like a lone tiger. "I DON'T CARE YOU ARE DRUNK ABHIMAAN" I said while going when he pulled my hand back and twisted it behind my back. Kiara sharma, a cute but feisty girl with a tarnished childhood but always has a smile on her face. The one who loves to help others letting her forget all the pain. What will happen when these two souls get's entwined in one universe? What has in store for them when there are enemies rising in their own paradise? Editor- @Girl_with_words_ This is my first book please give it a read and let me know in the comments 😉 #2 in billionaire (30/4/2025) #3 in billionaire (24/6/2025) #3 in desi romance (5/11/2025) #2 in poetry (21/6/2025) #3 in forced marraige (9/6/2025) #4 in Marriage (27/3/2026) #4 in forced marriage (12/6/2025) #4 in poetry (26/8/25) #4 in desi romance (6/11/2025) #5 in love story (12/6/2025) #5 in billionaire (5/11/2025) #6 in billionaire (3/11/2025) #6 in billionaire (28/3/2026) #7 in grumpy (20/6/2025) #8 in poetry (30/4/2025) #8 in husband and wife (14/6/2025) #9 in marriage (27/9/2025) #11 in forced proximity (9/6/2025)

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and selflessly. However, she was unaware that her kindness had drawn the wrong kind of attention until Shariq Raichand kidnaps her, shattering her world. Lost in despair, Shivanya nearly gives up hope-until her boss, Vihaan Rajput, steps in as her unexpected savior, pulling her from the clutches of a traumatic future. But when Vihaan returns her to her family, she discovers a chaotic mess waiting for her at home. In a surprising move, Vihaan offers to marry her to protect her honor. But will this marriage be born out of pity, or could it blossom into something more - something real? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

Two years ago, Laiba Hayat Hussain was abandoned by her father over something she never did. The man responsible for this grave misunderstanding got away with it, but that night, Laiba's life changed forever. Homeless and helpless, she knocked on the door of the only person she knew in town - Sarah Ahmed, her best friend. Sarah Ahmed and her father, Haider Ahmed, took Laiba in. They not only gave her a place to stay but treated her as if she were one of their own. They took her to Dehradun, where she spent the most peaceful two years of her life. But when a proposal came her way, Haider Ahmed decided it was time for her to get married. However, it seemed that Allah had other plans for her. They say things get worse before they get better, but for Laiba, they only seemed to get worse. This is the story of a girl who is tested by Allah (SWT) over and over again. Read Damsel in Distress to find out how Laiba navigates the adversities of life through patience and prayer and how her patience and prayers lead her to her 'yusr' (ease after hardship). Trope: ✓ marriage of convenience ✓ hate-to-love ✓ slow-burn ✓ Muslim characters/love story ✓ Bad boy/good girl ✓ Second chance ✓ Billionaire romance Characters: Laiba Hayat Hussain(female protagonist) Sarah Haider Ahmed(best friend of Laiba) Zeeshan Obeid Othman(male protagonist) Aariz Obeid Othman(second male protagonist and cousin of Zeeshan) Areesha Obeid Othman(twin of Aariz) Burhaan Obeid Othman(Younger brother of Aariz) Habeeba Qadar(cousin of the Othmans) Maha Qadar (cousin of the Othmans) Essa Qadar(cousin of Othmans)

This story is about a relationships between a father and daughter. A wife and husband. And 2 best friend. "G-g-go" I stuttered moving back a little from his intense gaze on my whole body. I suddenly felt insecure and nervous seeing his fixed eyes on me. He looked scary. Not hearing an answer from him I started, "I-I'll s-sleep on the couch." There was no way I was going to share the same room as him after what he just did. I released a breath which I held in for god knows how long. Making a move to stand up from the bed, I was walking towards the couch only to jerk back on the bed from his strong pull. His hands were gripping on my wrists making me wince in pain. I tried to get out of his hold but couldn't, he was way too strong for me. Leaning closer to me I tried to move back only to fall on the bed. Seeing my state he took advantage of me by hovering over me, locking my small frame between his hands. An evil smirk played on his lips making me stiffen in fear. His eyes travelled down my body, intentionally I flinched. "Today's our wedding night Jaanvi." Came his husky voice before he nuzzled his face in my neck again. "I'm your husband." He bit my neck making a gasp escape from my mouth in pain. "K-k-kiaan. P-ple--" I begged hold in my tears only to reactive another bit from him. His hold on both my wrist was tight, there was no way I could run. The little respect I had for him died right there. "I'm your prince charming Jaanvi. Don't push this prince away." My eyes widened with tears running from the side of my eyes. My hands which were trying to get out of his hold were numb now. My mouth was opened in shock, his words freaked me out. How will two different souls become one? Follow the journey of two funny, crazy, loving and idiot souls, Jaanvi and Kiaan. From hating each other to falling in love deeply. But did they ever hate each other or was it just anger? { Warning- this book is emotional and funny at the same time!} MY FOURTH BOOK!