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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."

Amelia 'Amy' Delany struggles to live her New York dream of becoming a writer, whilst stuck in a dead-end job, feeling like she'll never escape it. Whilst trying to make a name for herself with her stories, she spends each night in the nearby Irish bar with her closest (and only) friends. As she navigates through her mid-twenties, some of those relationships develop into more than just 'old college neighbours' and 'drinking buddies'. * How I Met Your Mother fanfic bc I never see any and I love the show :) OC x Barney Stinson (Little bit of OC x Ted Mosby)

𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬... 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. Once, he was a boy who believed he hated her with every corner of his heart. Because she too was too chaotic for his peace of mind.. Years later, fate forced them into a marriage neither of them wanted, binding them under the same roof despite the distance between them. But she is no longer the loud, carefree girl he remembers. Life took everything from her, including her laughter, her innocence, and her parents, leaving behind a quiet woman who hides her pain behind a calm smile. Before their marriage, he made one thing clear: "Don't expect love from me." So she never did. As they begin sharing a life together, he slowly starts seeing her differently, noticing the sadness she conceals and the strength she carries. Yet one question remains: if he remembers her so well, why doesn't she even know his name? A story of heartbreak, healing, and unexpected love, where old hatred gives way to feelings neither of them ever imagined. ×××× Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine | Marriage of Convenience | Forced Proximity | No Cheating | She fell first (or so she thinks) × He fell harder and harder.. It's just my first book pls don't judge my writing.. because there's noway I can be perfect.... . . .

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 - 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬... 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞? 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭.

Aditya and Siya both stood in front of each other, unable to look at other,unspoken words scattered between. Her foot was shivering in terror. Can't understand what has happened with them. "Why are you saying this? I am married to you" Siya tongue shivering badly as the words escaped from her mouth,the first time she spoke to him, her gaze lowered on her red lehenga. "No. You are nothing to me, do you understand that?. I only obeyed my dear uncle's wish.You are still unknown to me and you will rest of your life" Aditya's eyes filled with tears , he was seeing his future scattered in front of his eyes. His emotions, his feelings, everything just escaped from his hands like sand. Siya gaze fixed over the ground, tears escaped from her eyes, but all she knew about this marriage was only to save her and her brother, not for relation. There is no love,no care even if they don't know their names. ✨🦋"What kind of marriage is this??" 🦋✨.......... Jump into the book and explore the whole book. Siya 🌷◕෴ ♡♡ Aditya 🌷◕෴ ♡⁠♡ ♡⁠♡ ♡⁠♡ 📒📒📒📒✯✯........ Don't judge the book in fewer chapters..... Perhaps you will enjoy the book once you read it more than the 10- 15 chapter .................｡⁠◕◕⁠｡｡⁠◕◕⁠｡｡⁠◕◕⁠｡

"I'm sorry, i'm so sorry you had to do this just because of me" (she said while crying) "Nothing has happened because of you, please stop crying na" (he said, wiping away her tears) "But wh-why did you do that? yo-you told me to kee-keep our marriage a secret, then why did you yourself tell that i-i'm your wife?" (she asked while sobbing) "if someone misbehaves with my wife, I won't just stand for it na" (he said, holding her hands) "But Ran-Ranvijay, there was many people who...who have made video. which will harm yo-your reputation" (she said with tears welled up in her eyes) "i'll handle everything, you just don't worry baccha" (he said, gently grasping her face with affection) "But you shouldn't have done that" (she said, placing her hand on his) "Tina, Forget about touching you, if someone even looks at you with wrong intentions, I will bury him 6 feet under the ground" (he said angrily, gritting his teeth) "But why" (she asked while hugging him) "Because, I...(suddenly his phone rings and he comes out from the room)

𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖉 "Two souls,unaware that they are destined for each other,wander the earth until they finally meet"

Sometimes the deepest love stories are the ones that remain unspoken. Kaavya Singh has always been the quiet observer in Armaan's life-his friend, his supporter, and the one person who understands him without him even realizing it. But behind her smiles and casual conversations lies a secret she has never dared to confess. She loves him. Silently. Endlessly. For Armaan, Kaavya is just a friend-someone he trusts, laughs with, and shares moments with. He has no idea that every small moment they spend together means the world to her. "Loving You From Afar" is a story about one-sided love, silent sacrifices, unspoken emotions, and the pain of loving someone who may never see you the same way. Because sometimes love isn't about being together... Sometimes it's about loving someone quietly from a distance. Thank you 💗 I hope you will like this book And I promise that you don't regret by choosing this book.....💗 Your support is needed 🥹💗!!! #1rank in Caste #6 rank in difference 🎀🧿🧿 Your author @anshiwrites_29

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦! Jeet Khurana, a 28-year-old stoic-lone billionaire, popularly known as the diamond king amongst the Asian youth, gets hitched to Nitya Malhotra, a 24-year-old successful writer, who secretly loves him from a far. For her 'he' was the definition of love whereas for him, this emotion didn't existed. Amidst such chaos, will their love ever bloom for each other? Will Nitya ever get her complete love story? Or will it just end up being her one sided love? Tune in to witness the journey of Jeet and Nitya, where love is designed on the thorns with a hope that one day it will get its roses. NOTE : This is a work of pure fiction and it solely belongs to me. @copyrights reserved

✨Book second of AHZAB series My amber green eyes are buried in his dark brown ones. He cages me between his body and the marble counter, our faces only inches apart, yet his breath scorches my skin. "Why are you doing all of this?" I grit my teeth, trying to sound stronger than I feel. He chuckles, low and cold. "Because you are mine." "You can't own me! You are no one to me except a stranger!" I scream, pushing him away but he doesn't move. Not even an inch. His fingers tighten around my shoulders, sending a shiver down my spine. "Today," he whispers, voice like ice, "I'll show you exactly what I am to you." He grabs the corner of my dupatta, wraps it around my wrist, and holds my trembling, covered hand in his large one, dragging me toward the mansion's entrance. ___________________________________________ "Qubool hai." With that single word, my life seals itself with my enemy. The man I hate the most. Because if I hate someone, I drown in sin and now, that very someone has become my husband. My mehram. My test. "Welcome to my hell," his deep voice echoes, marking the beginning of my nightmare. This mind-blowing book cover made by Anjali aesthetic

Some secrets are buried for a reason.

If you are looking for a place to deposit ideas or trying to find wonderful ideas for your next story: Well, you have come to the right place. Think of this as a collective workshop where authors interact with others, post new ideas, or get their inspiration. We aim to bring Percy Jackson fanfics to a higher and better level. #2 in Workshop (2/15/25)

#Book 2- "The stolen sovereignty"[ can be read Standalone] She was a nobody-a ghost surviving on quiet strength and borrowed stability. A girl who learned early that the world doesn't pause for tears, she had nothing that mattered in a world of luxury. No powerful family name, no past to protect her, and a future that belonged entirely to someone else's payroll. Until she stepped into *his* empire. He was the pinnacle of wealth, malice, and absolute power-the **Sinister Sovereign**. A man so obscenely rich he bought nations, and so terrifyingly ruthless that the world held its breath at his name. In his calculated, blood-soaked reality, humans were either tools to be used or obstacles to be crushed. He had everything, yet felt absolutely nothing. Until his dark, merciless gaze fell upon the simple maid sweeping his floors. It wasn't a sudden spark-it was a slow, consuming obsession. To the man who owned the world, her innocence became a poison he couldn't resist. In a world full of masks and greed, her fear, her quiet strength, and the way she flinched at his presence unraveled him completely. He didn't just notice her. He became obsessed with her. He started watching-quietly, constantly-claiming her space, her breath, her thoughts without ever touching her. For her, even meeting his eyes felt like danger. A man who ruled the darkness, feared by all, should have been nothing but a warning. She was only a maid. And he... was the man who should never have wanted her. But logic is a useless shield against a sovereign who refuses to let go. Will the innocent maid survive the guilt of loving the world's most dangerous man? Or will she realize that her quiet innocence is the only weapon capable of bringing the ruthless Sinister Sovereign to his knees? Step into a dark, intoxicating tale of power, trauma, and a forbidden obsession so deep... he would gladly burn the entire world to ashes just to keep his beautiful sin by his side.

➪ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨? 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙘 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼 𝙗𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙨.

AFTER 13 YEARS Some loves don't fade. They wait. Thirteen years ago, Jasmine walked away from writing-and from a part of her life she couldn't remember. Now she's finally ready to tell a story. But when Jasmine returns to Wattpad and begins writing After 13 Years, strange things start happening. Characters she thought she created begin appearing in real life. Bellamy's Café-the place she believed existed only in her imagination-is real. Anonymous messages seem to know things she's never told anyone. And Luca, the mysterious boy at the center of her story, knows far more about her past than he should. Then Jasmine discovers the truth about Amelia, her missing memories, and the father she believed was dead. The deeper she digs, the more the lines between fiction and reality disappear. Because this isn't just a story Jasmine is writing. It's a story that has been waiting for her to remember it. And someone has been waiting thirteen years for her to finish it. Some stories refuse to stay buried. Some loves don't fade. They wait.

Welcome to the book club where no one has to read the same book to belong. Seriously. Whether you're staying up way too late because one more chapter somehow turned into five, outlining your next novel instead of doing what you were supposed to be doing, or still thinking about a fictional character like they're a real person... You're in good company. Every Wednesday, we'll chat about books, writing, favorite tropes, unforgettable characters, behind-the-scenes moments, the creative highs, the creative lows, and everything in between. This is a safe space for readers, writers, and dreamers to share their thoughts, opinions, and love for every genre. Romance? Absolutely. Fantasy? Bring it. Thrillers, literary fiction, horror, mystery, poetry... there's a place on the shelf for all of it here. Some Wednesdays we'll laugh. Some Wednesdays we'll celebrate. Some Wednesdays we'll probably convince each other to add another ten books to our TBRs. (Sorry in advance. 🤭) So find your place in the stack, join the conversation, and let's celebrate the stories that bring us together, one Wednesday at a time. Hey, friend. I'm so happy you're here. Let's turn the page. 📚🤍

Memory's dreams were filled with visions of places she'd never seen, of people she'd never met. The strange incidents haunted her, stealing her sleep and leaving her weary and on edge. The lack of sleep, coupled with mounting stress, began to chip away at her sanity. Voices, barely audible whispers, began to weave their way into her consciousness. Terror gripped her heart. Was she losing her mind? Desperately seeking solace, she confided in her childhood friend, only to discover that she, too, was plagued by the same unsettling phenomenon. With a desperate resolve, Memory decided to confront her fears head on. But before she can truly faced them, she died. Tragically. Without warning. Without a pause.

What does it feel to live out a book that's untitled?