Entangled Fates

Entangled Fates

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MatureComplete Thu, Jan 29, 202638m

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THE KILLER
Death is not his crime. It is his sacrament. Manik Malhotra is not a man; he is a divine predator. A beautiful, polished void walking among the living. For him, killing is not a compulsion-it is a sacred art form, a ritual of possession where the final, bloody brushstroke is the only truth. He doesn't hunt out of rage or madness, but out of a profound, aesthetic hunger. Young, beautiful women are his chosen medium. He seduces not for pleasure, but to transform them into ephemeral masterpieces of terror, their final moments a symphony composed of their own screams. He is the scion of a dark legacy, bound by blood to a path of exquisite violence. No remorse clouds his vision, only the intoxicating high of absolute control. He is a celebrated crime journalist, the trusted friend of the very detectives who chase his shadow. Every clue he leaves is a love letter to his own genius, a taunt woven into the fabric of their failure. But Manik is not the only player in this game. An unseen puppeteer pulls strings from the shadows, turning his solitary artistry into a twisted duet. Every kill is both an act of devotion and a move on a hidden board. And then there is Nandini-a woman surviving on desperation and dimming hope, fighting to save a brother drowning in his own demons. She sees the emptiness behind Manik's charming smile, a mistake that makes her not a target, but the ultimate prize. In her, he doesn't just see another canvas; he sees a mirror that might finally crack. This is a descent into a world where love is a weapon, sanity is a lie, and morality is the first casualty. The rules are written in blood: there are no heroes here, only survivors and masterpieces waiting to be unmade. Who will break first: the hunter, the pawn, or the game itself? --------------------------- ALL RIGHT RESERVED. Copyright © 2020 by death_angel00. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without prior written permission of death_angel (Jahan Yna).
THE DANCING GIRL
Noor, a dancer in the Royal Court of the Al-Yauzhan Empire wants nothing more than to pay off her debts and lead a nice, simple life-but a chance encounter with the crown prince and his brother brings her into the dangerous world of court politics. As Noor and the princes investigate their uncle and cousin's possible treason, she grows closer to the crown prince, but in order to save the kingdom and the person she loves, Noor will have to risk everything... A romantic adventure set in an imagined Arabic kingdom, THE DANCING GIRL is a story of court intrigues, romantic entanglements, and secret meetings as Noor and her best friend Amir try to help the princes they're falling for expose corrupt court officials with plans to seize the throne. Noor and Amir are close to having everything they've ever dreamed of...now all they need to do is survive.
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𝚉𝙴𝙷𝙽- ℯ- 𝚂𝙸𝚈𝙰𝙰𝙷
STANDALONE BOOK. Fate and fire collide-Ruhya Wajdan Gabol loves the one she should fear most: Sikander Jatoi, her elder cousin the feared psychotic Sardar of Jatoi clan and SJ's heir whose darkness could devour them both. Zehn-e-Siyaah was written to disturb you, not to comfort you. If you are looking for redemption, close this book now. The man at the center of this story is not broken- he is aware. He understands every line he crosses and chooses to cross it anyway. The girl is not foolish- she is kind. And kindness, in a world ruled by power, is the most dangerous thing of all. There are no heroes here. Only choices. And the damage they leave behind. This story does not ask you to forgive. It asks you to witness. How silence can be more violent than touch. How love, when misplaced, becomes a weapon. Some stories are written to be loved. This one is written to be remembered.
Silver Sins
In which a rebellious girl, the Nawab's sister, is forced to marry a Sardar who vows never to let her go, even as she makes it her mission to make him do so-a mission that might lead to the Sardar's downfall. Gulminay Mehrzad, the Nawab's sister, belongs to one of the most powerful families in the country. She always believed she was born to charm, to conquer and to destroy. And she had never lost, until a year ago. Vowing to never be a prey again, when she is forced into a marriage, Gulminay sets out to do what she does best: make her new husband break and fall to his knees so she can set herself free. But she soon finds out that he isn't like the men she played with before. He's infuriatingly calm, maddeningly gentlemanly, and the biggest shock: he's utterly immune to her looks and touch. In her quest for freedom, she risks losing something else.
Virasat-e-Ishq
In the vibrant city of Karachi, Meerab Raazdan, a young woman burdened by the weight of family expectations and personal grief, finds herself at crossroads following her mother's untimely death. Overwhelmed by sorrow and seeking a fresh start, she makes the bold decision to leave behind her familiar world, embarking on a journey of self-discovery and healing. Three years later, transformed by her experiences but carrying the scars of her past, Meerab returns to Karachi where she meets Murtasim Khan, heir to the prestigious Khan family. Unbeknownst to her, Murtasim, a man with a reputation for his merciless demeanor, has secretly harbored feelings for her over the past three years. As their paths intertwine, both are forced to confront their past traumas and the walls they've built around their hearts. "Virasat-e-Ishq" is a tale of unexpected connections, illustrating how love can flourish in the most unlikely of places, healing wounds and transforming lives.
Dil e Aazar - TereBin
Meerab Ahmed and Murtasim Shahnawaz Khan have been at odds for as long as they can remember. Both from powerful political families whose rivalry has spanned generations, the two have never found common ground. But when tragedy strikes their city of Lahore, Meerab and Murtasim find themselves unexpectedly united in their grief. As they come together to face the aftermath, their relationship begins to evolve in unexpected ways. Little do they know that their love could be the only thing that can save their world from darkness. As they navigate the aftermath of the tragedy, Murtasim and Meerab discover an unlikely connection that transcends their political differences. They begin to understand each other's pain and realize the futility of the long-standing rivalry between their families. Love blossoms amidst the chaos, leading them to question their own beliefs and the world they have known. Their forbidden love becomes a symbol of hope amidst the political turmoil and rebellion gripping Pakistan. Murtasim and Meerab's relationship challenges societal norms and forces their families to confront their own prejudices. The power of their love ultimately becomes a catalyst for change, as they strive to bridge the divide between their families and bring about a more united political clan. Book cover - @ivystarflower
Shiddat
'No....'she spoke anxiously in anger, her rose-tinted lips trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes. hearing 'No' from her mouth, it felt like my body was boiling with anger. I am Taha Aasif, no girl has ever said no to me. In anger, I stepped towards her, gripping her waist with my hand, pulling her forcefully towards me, our chests colliding. Suddenly, she looked at me with tension and innocent green eyes filled with fear. These very eyes have turned my life into torment, disrupting the peace in my otherwise decent life. "What's the problem with marrying me?" I asked in a suppressed, angry voice. "Why...because...I..." She stammered, tears streaming down from her eyes. I don't know why, but her tears pierce my heart every time. I don't know why I can't stand seeing tears in her eyes. "What...Rubab..." I shouted in anger, making her flinch. "Because I know I am a sinner, but I am not impure like you. And Allah says pure women are for pure men," "And impure women are for impure men." I looked into her eyes while completing her sentence She lowered her gaze and nodded slightly. I know I'm an animal; I do any job that Rubab's Allah forbids. But that Allah never gave me anything. He took everything from me, but I won't let him take Rubab. "So let's make it equal, future wife. I'll make you impure like me, then you'll agree to marry me, right?" I said, caressing her cheeks with back of my palm and pressed my rough cigarette and alcohol-laden lips against her soft rose lips. ******* Taha Aasif 30 years old A handsome man with a short temper His work partner calls him a beast and merciless. Rushda Rubab 18 years old A beautiful young girl whose goal is to re-establish her mother's political party. She is Abraham Ahmad's lifeline. She is full of faith. He is a non believer What happened what two different people collided with each other by the game called destiny. A Tale of innocence and obsession
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Untamable Temptations
She was beautiful, not just to look at but to know. They said, for someone who possess such a kind soul, the Almighty will shower his blessings on her. He was ruthless, not just by reputation, but by heart. They said no one that dared crossed him lived to tell the tale. They said, for someone who possess such poison in their soul, the Almighty will definitely punish him adequately. Belonging to two families that hated each other, these two souls were never meant to be meet. Until fate intervened and intertwined their lives in such a way that neither had expected. Will she prove to be the punishment he so needs ? Or will he become the blessing she so deserves ?
𝑺𝒂𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒆 [ON HOLD]
A cliche cousin marriage story. For my cuties who love reading cousin marriage.✨
Visaal-e-Yaar
Visaal-e-Yaar - A Tale of Desire and Feudal Shadows Alizey Nauman Ali Khan never wanted to return to Shahabad, the place that haunts her with memories of death and cruelty. Yet, when her beloved grandfather falls gravely ill, duty compels her back to Surq Haveli, that embodies everything she despises about her family's brutal feudal legacy. Zaryaab Ali Khan grew up too fast. Thrust into the role of head of the family after his father's paralysis and the tragic death of his uncle, he shoulders the weight of the Khan empire. Ruthless, authoritative, and driven, Zaryaab has always known he would do whatever it takes to keep his family's power intact. Alizey and Zaryaab are bound by blood yet divided by ideals. She detests the barbaric legacy he represents; he is determined to possess her and claim her as his own. Even if it means imprisoning her in the haveli. In this twisted clash of wills, romance blossoms amid the unforgiving world of feudal tradition.But will the pull of love be strong enough to overcome a history of hatred and violence? Or are they destined to be torn apart by the very world that shaped them? Cover made by jeonroseate. Thanks for the cover.

Death is not his crime. It is his sacrament. Manik Malhotra is not a man; he is a divine predator. A beautiful, polished void walking among the living. For him, killing is not a compulsion-it is a sacred art form, a ritual of possession where the final, bloody brushstroke is the only truth. He doesn't hunt out of rage or madness, but out of a profound, aesthetic hunger. Young, beautiful women are his chosen medium. He seduces not for pleasure, but to transform them into ephemeral masterpieces of terror, their final moments a symphony composed of their own screams. He is the scion of a dark legacy, bound by blood to a path of exquisite violence. No remorse clouds his vision, only the intoxicating high of absolute control. He is a celebrated crime journalist, the trusted friend of the very detectives who chase his shadow. Every clue he leaves is a love letter to his own genius, a taunt woven into the fabric of their failure. But Manik is not the only player in this game. An unseen puppeteer pulls strings from the shadows, turning his solitary artistry into a twisted duet. Every kill is both an act of devotion and a move on a hidden board. And then there is Nandini-a woman surviving on desperation and dimming hope, fighting to save a brother drowning in his own demons. She sees the emptiness behind Manik's charming smile, a mistake that makes her not a target, but the ultimate prize. In her, he doesn't just see another canvas; he sees a mirror that might finally crack. This is a descent into a world where love is a weapon, sanity is a lie, and morality is the first casualty. The rules are written in blood: there are no heroes here, only survivors and masterpieces waiting to be unmade. Who will break first: the hunter, the pawn, or the game itself? --------------------------- ALL RIGHT RESERVED. Copyright © 2020 by death_angel00. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without prior written permission of death_angel (Jahan Yna).

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