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A cold and dangerous noble man trying to win his place as the succeeded of the lord, a.k.a his father. Falls in love with the only disciple of a well known master. A free spirit who desires to have fun and help as much as people she can. Turns out they were just entangled in tribulations, and in their real forms, they were each other's past lovers who were because of fate, One being the devil king and the other being the Goddess, have to turn into enemies who 'have' to kill each other. Can they reconcile after their tribulations are completed? Can they change their fate? Can they be together as they both want?

Valentina DeLuca : A renowned assassin and hacker, known for her skills and independence. Dante Romano : A ruthless and dominant mafia boss, feared and respected by all. "Care for a drink?" a deep, commanding voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned to find Dante standing beside her, his piercing blue eyes locked onto hers. His presence was overwhelming, a mix of danger and allure that sent a shiver down her spine. "I don't drink on the job," Valentina replied coolly, masking her surprise with a defiant glare. Dante's lips curved into a knowing smirk. "And what job might that be, beautiful?" "None of your concern, Romano," she snapped, stepping back, but he grabbed her wrist, his grip firm yet oddly gentle. "Ah, but it is my concern," he said softly, his eyes darkening. "You see, I can't let you kill him." Valentina's heart raced. She yanked her hand free and glared at him. "Then it seems we have a problem." "Indeed," Dante agreed, his smirk widening. "But perhaps we can find a solution that benefits us both."

In desperate need of money, Anika reluctantly takes up a side job as a stripper, little did she know fate had a twisted plan in store for her. All her world comes crashing when her client at the club turns out to be one of her students in school. Lecturer by day, stripper at night. Will everyone know Dr Anika is a stripper?

𝒘𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒛 𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂, 𝑱𝒐 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 ｡☆✼★━━━━━ She loved him when she didn't even know what love was. He loved her when she had already stopped believing in it. And in the end, they both broke-loving each other at all the wrong times ╰┈⫸𝐇𝐞𝐳𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦 Tropes:- Age gap She fell first but he fell harder Secret marriage ☆✼★ He never cared about the centuries-old rivalry between their families- the only thing that ever mattered to him was her. She believed no one would ever truly care for her until he looked at her like she was the only thing that did. ╰┈⫸ 𝐍𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐄𝐳𝐚𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Childhood love Office Romance He fell first and harder ☆✼★ He thought she was just messing around-never serious, never sincere. To him, her laughter was a mask, her words just a game. But he never saw the heartbreak hidden in her silence. She walked away when he didn't fight for her. And only after losing her, he realised she was never playing. She was the only real thing he ever had. ╰┈⫸𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Grumpy x sunshine Replaced groom Mmc grovelling ☆✼★ All his victories, every achievement-he dedicated them to her. Little did he know, she showed up in every crowd, silently cheering for him, just for him. They never realized how much they meant to each other- until distance made them feel the emptiness they used to fill in each other's lives. ╰┈⫸𝐀𝐳𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Enemies to lovers Marriage on Gunpoint Forced proximity 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝- 2/June/2025 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝- 28/December/2025

Heavy smut warning... 🔞🔞🔞🔞 20 years cute naive girl.. Jisne apni studies abhi complete hi ki Hai.. isse dekh Kar hamare 26 Saal ke rajasthan ke Thakur inpr apna dil haar baithte Hai.. Jo aaj tak kisi ladki ko aankh utha Kar bhi nhi dekhte the... Trailer... Ahhhhhh.. Amma.. mmmmmmmm jaa....jaan.. u r ....... so good... luv u Jaana... Mmmmm.... thakurrrrr jiiiiiiiiiii.. ahhhh slow... sloww.. pwsssss...... Thrust.. thrust..thrust..

𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐳:- ہمراز :- 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 **** For the heart that understands silence without questions, and stays through every changing moment. Known more than what was ever spoken aloud, this book is yours.

𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐍𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐬 : 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 **** For the souls that feel like home. For the hearts that never question. For the connection beyond distance. This book is for them.

Mehr-o-Mah : مہر و ماہ :-The Sun and the Moon ***** She had always believed that love was never meant for her. Even the phrase "let alone" sounded strange as if loving and being loved were luxuries reserved for other people. The feeling of being chosen, cherished, or even noticed in that way felt unfamiliar... almost impossible. But don't they say to expect the unexpected? At her cousin's wedding, between the soft glow of fairy lights, whispered duas, and stolen glances - Zalya Khan came face to face with something she had spent her whole life denying. Or perhaps... someone. Marwan Abbasi. A man of very few words - and even fewer appearances That wedding - and one small interaction - was supposed to be anything but this. Anything but the reason their hearts would begin to feel restless in the quiet of the night. It was only a glance. A few words. A moment that should have faded with the music and lights. But some moments refuse to be ordinary. And then again who has ever truly won against destiny? The tale of Zalya and Marwan -how a girl who believed love was never meant for her crossed paths with a man who never believed in explaining himself. How silence turned into longing. How distance turned into inevitability. How two guarded hearts slowly realized that sometimes, destiny doesn't ask for permission - it simply writes its own story.

The warm glow of the city lights cast flickering shadows on Zeeshan's face as he reached for Zeliha's hand. "You trust me, don't you?" he asked, his voice low, careful. Zeliha studied him, "I want to," she admitted. He smiled, the kind of smile that felt like a promise and a warning all at once. "Sometimes, we don't need to understand everything. We just need to know what we feel." Her breath hitched when he pulled her closer. "And what do you feel?" she whispered, unsure if she wanted the answer. Zeeshan pulled her to his chest, his lips brushing against her ear. "That you're exactly where you need to be." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Zeliha was interrupted by a police raid when she was reading research articles in the college library, she trembled, unable to think what to do when Zayan pulled her by the wrist. Her back hit the cold wall and the gunshots fainted. A trembling voice came from her mouth. Zayan covered her mouth forcefully "Stay quiet," he whispered leaning into her ear. Zeliha's heart pounded, but she refused to let him see her shaken. She pushes her hand away fiercely "I know you're behind all this drama, first you create mess then you come to save me as a hero. Huh?" Pointing to him she says, "Who do you think you are!" Zayan barely smirked. "You think so highly of me. No?" He pauses for the slightest second and they hear footsteps coming closer. His gaze flicked to her lips for half a second-her eyes open in surprise. The police moved on, but neither of them stepped away. Finally, he exhaled, voice lower than before. "We should go." Zeliha swallowed hard and nodded. "Hm." She ignored the way her pulse was still racing as she followed him back into the library.