Hindi speaker meets the so-called elitist woman of his dreams who speaks pure Urdu. But the dynamics that play have more casteism within religion, religious exclusion, and racism that often separates, instead of unite. Whose identity would dominate? Who would win this vocal battle?…
Warning: 18+"He doesn't smile, he doesn't laugh. The only emotion I see on his face is anger. He hates everything about me, my views, my dressing sense and my forward thoughts. It's not like I challenged his views on purpose, I tried my best to follow the rules of the village, but it seems like he hates the very sight of me. How can I marry such a man? a man who despises my very existence?"Seher Shaikh is a NRI, she visits her hometown - Azamgarh and there she realises she had been bethrothed to Saad Nawab Khan, an illiterate man who had lived a completely different life. Circumstances force her and Seher is forced to marry the brutal man.…
Miraal's dream was to become a doctor, she was a city girl with a strong spirit and a mind of her own. Since she was born, her father, Haroon Qureshi, and his friend Mukhtar Khan had arranged her engagement to Abrar Ahmed Khan. But neither Miraal nor Abrar really cared about the engagement, until Haroon Qureshi suddenly passed away.When tough times come, even your closest ones might abandon you. Haroon Qureshi's death attracted some relatives who had been eyeing his land for years. Seeing Miraal in a vulnerable state, they found it easy to pressure her into getting engaged to her cousin, Zoheb Qureshi. Miraal suffered from mistreatment to the point where she felt she had no choice but to accept the engagement. However, as time went on, she discovered the real reason behind this forced relationship.Once an independent girl, Miraal now sets off on a journey to reach out to her fiancé, seeing it as her last chance towards her freedom from this forced marriage.___Warning: Mature Content, mentions of SA and violence (Angst)…
Lying drunk on his bed, he stares at the ceiling, tears welling up as he realizes the emptiness in his life. "..." he tries to remember her name, but he couldn't recall it anymore. The room grows cold, and a delicate hand brushes his forehead. "You thought of me, and I am here," her voice purrs, sending a shiver through him. The woman he abandoned for Laila. Now, with nothing left but the ghosts of his past, he weeps for everything he gave up. "She left me," he sobs, "I gave her everything-my bungalow, my car, my servants, even my bone marrow... and I left you for her."A soft, seductive smile curves her bright red lips. "Who said I am gone?" she murmurs, her fingers tracing his skin. "I am right here... beside you. Always. Never think I would leave you alone. You have nobody except me."In his intoxicated haze, he doesn't question the impossible, only surrenders to the haunting allure of the one woman who will never truly leave him.…
What happens when generational hate is passed down?…
In every lifetime, we will meet, as lovers, as enemies, and I will break you and heal you. Love you and hate you. In every lifetime we meet, I will remember you, but I will forget. In every lifetime, I will fall in love, and I will make you fall, except this one.…
Meerab and Murtasim swap their bodies…
On friday the 13th after three centuries, Murtasim Khan wakes up from his sleep hot for blood and realises that he is in modern-day India.…
A human in the werewolf world is already prey. A human who killed her the supreme Alpha - even by accident - is as good as dead.I didn't mean to do it. One live wire, one waterlogged floor, one moment of panic... and the great Alpha Albermicht lay broken at my feet.Now every wolf in Lycanon wants blood. His son, Alaric my boss, my enemy, my mate, will be the first to rip my throat out if he ever learns the truth.The bond won't save me.Nothing will.…
Mahira had loved him before she even knew what the word meant, he would braid her hair, go on walks, drop and pick her from school then college. Izan was hers, she had assumed he loved her, he did, but not the way she did. She could die for him, Mahira had loved him for sixteen years and that love was snatched from her within sixteen weeks.The hand that held hers, was entwined with some else's, the eyes that stayed on her wandered in search for her, Zara was everything she was not. She couldn't hold it back when she saw the love of her life become someone else's, just like her another person lost their love to someone else. Munshid loved Zara, but he never got the chance to confess because suddenly he was invited to her wedding. Mahira couldn't let this marriage happen and she did everything she could to stop it but every single time a man came in her way. To make sure that she doesn't cause any disturbance in the wedding he locked her in her room on the day of nikkah.This drove her crazy and Mahira swore revenge, she crossed all limits and schemed against him. Took her frustration out on him, she blamed him because he was the reason Izan was someone else's so as a revenge she forced a marriage on him.…
The moon whispered tempting secrets, secrets that those silk black sheets couldn't conceal as it slowly traced their bodies with a promise of forbidden pleasure, leaving them craving what they dared not speak aloud.…
Andalib was always the girl with few words. Silent, submissive, respectful to the mighty men. Never spoke when she wanted to. Her screams of anguish were silenced as were the voices of her mothers, sisters and friends. Who carried the darkness with them, the darkness of the scars singing a sweet lullaby to their child to silence them before their husbands do. Their fights were killed long before, turning them into the perfect statue whose only purpose was to give their everything to their husband, mates and father.Andalib one such silenced girl beaten to submission, the glowing ribbon of her mother's heart slowly loses its shine. Her mind starts to rust and then slowly the darkness around her engulfs her. Turning her into a bitter woman who quenches her thirst from the blood of the men who wronged her.Cover credit- @thecrazyhotvibes…
Her entire world was built on his lies. When that crumbled, she burned it all over till ashes remained.…
He was one of the perpetuators, one of the men who let my Afsan get stoned to death. And I was supposed to marry him, a man who never spoke to me, looked at me as if I was an uneducated fool. I regretted running away with Afsan, I regretted not killing myself just after the stoning started. I regretted not taking the blame and letting Afsan die. My mind was full of regrets, and that's when I was forced to marry him. After marriage love starts, but for me my chain of regrets started... after marrying him my Malal began.MHHM spinoff book.…
Featured by AmbassadorINBeing someone's first love may be great, but to be their last is beyond perfectI loved him since college. We got married and lived a peaceful life in each other's shadow. Our life was perfect until...He fell for her. The perfect woman in his eyes. And abandoned me. He broke me. I stood by him.He hurt me. I stifled my cries.He replaced me. I stood in their shadows watching them fall more for each other.He loathed me as I was the other woman...The Unwanted Rose…
What happens when a flirty chatterbox is forced to marry an arrogant feudal lord? ---"Kya soch rahi ho Mahjabeen?" Murtasim asked as he saw the serious look on her face, she smiled and whispered to him. "Koi insaan itna khoobsurat kaise ho sakta hai"Murtasim was flustered at that, and he couldn't help but sigh. He thought she was still upset about what he had said, but the way she moved on amazed him."Tum naaraz nahi ho?" Murtasim asked, her response came in the form of a soft shake of her head."Ek baat puchu," she whispered, her voice a tender melody that melted his heart."Haan pucho," he replied, his voice filled with anticipation and a touch of vulnerability."Agar uss din meri jagah koi aur ladki hoti tab bhi aap usse nikkah karlete?" she asked the question that had always bugged her.***…
Sequel to 'The Unwanted Rose'. Read the first one before reading this.Time is a wave. Hundred years passed and I was reborn. The memories of my last lifetime weren't erased. But I felt something different. As if my soul was getting invaded. I could feel the darkness in my soul. A part of me craving for revenge. The part which suffered the most was now taking over my soul. And I let it. I embraced the darkness gifted to me. Although it carried a thirst with it, the thirst for blood. I was reborn on the day when I first met him.****When she finally realised it was too late. Her soul was merged with the dark soul of unwanted rose. Her sweet obsidian eyes turned black as ink. She was angry. And wanted to vent it out. Rosie Cardour was born again. And this time with a motive. To live life on her own terms.Cover credits- @thecrazyhotvibes…
What happens when a therapist falls for his patient?___"You can only be mine," She asserted as she tightened the tie around his neck. Half her body was supported by his hand around her waist as she stood on her toes to straighten his collar. Then her eyes went to his green ones. Her doll face broke out in a smile as mischievousness shined in them. "Yanner-" She didn't let him complete his words by biting his lower lip. He raised his brows and she smiled sweetly at him as her lips showered kisses on his jaw till they reached his neck, sucking making him groan."Baby, I am already late. Can we do this later?" He asked her while caressing her silky black hair.The girl backed away a few steps and smiled at him nodding. He kissed her and she smirked when her eyes went to the mark on his neck. The mark indicated that he was hers. Lucy can only be Yanner's. She was unsatisfied though as she couldn't mark him with her blood.***Su Yan is a famous online writer, she loves creating cliche love stories about nerds and jocks. They are the only things holding her from going crazy. According to her therapist, if she falls in love, her problems can be solved. She can have her happy ending like the female characters in her novels. So the odd Chinese girl is set out to find a true love aka her soulmate.Lucifer Cyder does odd jobs to earn money, you can say he is a night time bad boy and full-time charmer. Girls flock around him like bees. And he breaks their heart like the heartbreaker he is. But one night he witnesses a cute girl sitting in a bar with huge spectacles sketching. When he realised she drew him, he was shocked and terrified. He didn't want his face to be printed in a newspaper the next day, so he starts the game of charming the young Chinese doll. And with time discovers shocking secrets about her.…
Warning: 18+Sajjad Ahmed Khan was an authoritative, conservative and powerful man, he was born into a feudal family. Men said he was deformed, but women dreamt of his seductive jawline. His fiance was rumoured to have a bad reputation just like him. But he didn't care about this unknown women... as a man of those times, he hated women with loose reputation. Although he carried such thoughts, his own list of lovers were never ending...What happens when this so called feudal lord meets the women who proves him wrong?(A strong crazy female lead × Softy Gunda)…
"I am leaving", The man said smiling excitedly at his wife who had a sullen expression. She nodded."I... take care" Those were the only words she managed to utter as he turned around."I will" He said walking towards the door then stopped midstep. Turning around he asked his wife "Do you wish for something?" "No" She said, when he reached the door a whisper was heard. "Love me one day?" ****In the early 19th century when child marriages were common, Jia a ninth grader was married to Adeel who was three years senior to her. The problem was that they were opposites and his heart already belonged to someone else. Someone more mature, educated and caring compared to his child bride. His heart hardly swayed and Jia inspite of knowing the truth fell for him. A broken woman can be powerful. The story revolves around how a non career driven housewife changed when life tested her.#Strong female characters…