In the heart of Delhi, power doesn't belong to the people - it belongs to those who know how to play dirtier than the rest. Shehnaaz Chaudhary, a fierce MP with scars from a broken past, has learned to fight fire with fire. She doesn't believe in love, mercy, or men - only dominance. Sidharth Thakur, a steel factory worker forged in dominance and rage, is the kind of man silence can't contain forever. When he steps into the crooked world of politics, his anger becomes his weapon. They are two storms colliding in a world where truth has no value, and corruption writes the rules. The Corrupt Files - a story of power, pain, and the price of survival.

Aashiqana Junoon In the world of wealth, power, and deception... love was never meant to be simple. Siddiqui Ahmed has everything - money, influence, and fear in his name. Bound by an engagement to the cunning and ambitious Aaliya Khan, his life appears controlled and untouchable. Yet beneath his arrogance lies a broken man, haunted by his past and desperate for something real. Shehnaaz Fatima is everything Sid is not - gentle, pure, and deeply rooted in her values. She wants nothing to do with a man like him, especially one already promised to another. But fate collides their worlds, igniting an obsession that neither can escape. As Sid's passion for Shehnaaz grows into a dangerous junoon, family honor, betrayal, and jealousy threaten to destroy them. Aaliya's greed and Ruhan's schemes weave a web of lies, forcing Shehnaaz to fight for her dignity and Sid to choose between power and true love. Aashiqana Junoon is a tale of obsession, betrayal, and redemption - where love is tested against pride, and hearts must break before they can truly belong. ---

Copyright reserved to @Tanushreeroy862 Don't try to copy my work. I never thought I'd think about her again... after just one night. I've never felt like this for any girl before. Girls throw themselves at me all the time. It's common. Who wouldn't? I'm the multimillionaire Siddharth Arora. We met at a club in New York. I was there with my business clients... and she was with her friends. Different from all the others - stunning in a red backless dress, minimal makeup... effortlessly captivating. Unknowingly, she was pulling in every male in that club - her beauty was impossible to ignore. I was no exception. I felt something strange, something new. But it was real. I had never felt this way about anyone before. She looked at me. I was already looking at her. Our eyes met - her hazel orbs pulling me in like a force I couldn't resist. We held that gaze... until my business client broke the moment. I shifted focus back to work, diving into the discussion. But I couldn't shake off the pull. And then - out of nowhere - someone came up to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said: "I'm sorry. My friends dared me to do this..." It was her. The same girl who had captured my attention. Before my bodyguards could react, I raised my hand to stop them. I nodded and said calmly, "It's okay." She smiled. And walked away - back to her friends - like nothing happened. When I finally finished my work and was preparing to leave the club, flanked by bodyguards, I saw her again. She looked at me. She was feeling it too... that strange connection. Then I heard one of her friends yell: "Sana! Tu kal subah ki flight se Delhi mat ja, yaar!" She looked excited - maybe because of me. Book will 18+🔞

They tied her soul to his name under the weight of family honour - a silent girl with trembling hands, forced to be his wife. He was power, arrogance, and cold hatred - Sidharth Ayaan Khan, who believed marriage was a cage she deserved. But when shadows fall and the doors close, desire becomes their cruel witness. Between cold stares and stolen touches, hatred turns into an obsession so dark that even love has no escape. This is not just a marriage - it's a battlefield of possessiveness, jealousy, and raw hunger. In this Nikaah, only one rule survives - once you are his, you can never belong to yourself again

Zakhm Tere, Saath Mera A slow-burn healing love story --- 💔 Story Description: He didn't want company. She didn't come looking for love. But fate made her stay... in a house where silence screamed louder than words - and a man named Sidharth, once full of fire, now lived like a shadow. Shehnaaz was supposed to spend thirty days on a quiet NGO assignment. But when the guest house filled up, she was forced to stay with the only man in town no one dared to speak to. Cold. Distant. Dangerous, they said. Sidharth had no interest in visitors - not after everything he'd burned behind him. His past was a graveyard, and his present... nothing but smoke. But Shehnaaz wasn't here to fix him. And yet, by simply being, she began to melt the ice he'd built brick by brick. Slowly. Quietly. Without permission. This is not a story of love at first sight. This is a story of love that crept in unnoticed - between wounds that didn't bleed, between silences that held more weight than words. A story where healing doesn't come easy, and sometimes, the one who heals ends up hurting too. Because some souls aren't meant to be saved. They're meant to be understood.

"Humein bas ek hi cheez chahiye - gharelu larki jo sabka kehna maane, kisi baat pe ulta jawab na de." Arey milna kya hai? Larki ne na toh kehna nahi, ghar walon ka faisla hi sab kuch hota hai." Shehnaaz (giggling): "Lekin sab kehte hain woh toh sabse zyada tameezdaar hai unke ghar mein. Dadi bhi kehti thi, 'Arjun toh theek hai, par Sid bigad gaya hai.'" "Shehnaaz! Idhar aa besharam! Jab mehmaan jaate hain toh kaam karti hain ghar ki larkiyan... tu toh baith ke has rahe ho!" Sidharth (slurring slightly, spitting sideways): "Arre chhod be... padhai-waadhai sab ch***pa hai. Zindagi jeeni hai toh style mein jiyo. Mere jaisa." Hero nahi, saala raja hoon main. Arjun bhai shop sambhalta hai, main toh aish karta hoon. Abba ke paison ka maza nahi liya toh kya jeena..

"People are right about you," she said, "You're smart." I smirked and looked at her. "How did you know?" She asked. "You underestimated a mafia," I said. Shehnaaz faced a huge traumas in her life and when her family refuses to stand up with her, she encounters the dreaded mafia, Sidharth Shukla. What does her destiny hold for her and will she be able to move on from past hurts?

Somehow Shehnaaz ends up as Sidharth's therapist. The fact that they can only talk through a glasswall certainly doesn't make things easier. Even so after quite some time they finally seem to be getting closer... But things change when suddenly Sidharth seems to have struggles breathing. Or Sidharth is a monster and Shehnaaz is his only mental support, while he's being experimented on. !Warnings! •Blood• •gore• •Smut• •Angst• •Little fluff• Started: 01st Dec. 2023 Ended: 19th Dec. 2023

Shehnaaz Gill would have never considered surrogacy in her wildest nightmare. But after her father's critical heart attack the expenses started adding up, and she was left with no choice but to accept a somewhat dubious arrangement with Mr. Sidharth Shukla . But there's more to Mr. Shukla than meets the eye, and Shehnaaz may have got much more than she bargained for. What are they upto? To know the answers stay tuned only on Wattpad. A 'Slow Burn Romance' Story Book 1 of the "Hired" Series☕

This story culture is not from India.. Don't judge the characters it just a fiction.. Achievement: #1 on sidnaaz⭐ #1 on Sana ⭐ #1 on biggbooss13 ⭐ #1 on sid ⭐ Started: 03.12. 2021 Completed: 09.01.2022