Noor-e-Jahan

Trigger Warning | Content Advisory Note

Trigger Warning ⚠️ | Content Advisory Note

Dear Reader,

Before you begin this novel, we want to offer a comprehensive Trigger Warning (TW) to help ensure your reading experience is safe, respectful, and informed. The themes, events, and character dynamics within this story are intense, emotional, and may be deeply unsettling or distressing to some readers. Please proceed with awareness and caution.

This story contains graphic content, dark themes, and emotionally charged situations. It explores the complex and often painful realities of human behavior, psychological trauma, and moral ambiguity. While fiction, the events depicted may mirror real-world issues that are traumatic, sensitive, or triggering.

Please be advised that the following content may be present throughout the book, either explicitly described or implied: Violence & Abuse Graphic violence (gun violence, murder, physical altercations, bloodshed) Torture, both physical and psychological Domestic abuse and emotional manipulation Power imbalances leading to exploitative behavior Kidnapping and captivity Threats of violence or coercion Scenes of character death and intense suffering Mental Health & Psychological Distress PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) representation Depression, emotional numbness, and self-isolation Gaslighting and manipulation Suicidal thoughts or ideation Panic attacks, flashbacks, and emotional breakdowns Substance use and addiction in minor references Sexual Content & Related Warnings Non-consensual situations (implied or off-page) Dubious consent, especially in power-imbalanced relationships Sexual coercion or threats Toxic romantic dynamics Mentions of past sexual trauma Social Themes & Discrimination Gender-based violence and misogyny Classism and societal elitism Corruption within systems of power Cultural and familial pressures Toxic masculinity and emotional repression Revenge as a theme intertwined with morality Criminal Activity Mafia underworld, organized crime Illegal dealings (arms, drugs, smuggling references) Moral ambiguity and ethical compromise Characters engaging in illegal, violent, or morally gray actions Justice and revenge intertwined in complex ways

Please note: This story may glorify dark behaviors for the sake of character exploration, but it does not promote or condone harm. The characters are flawed, and their actions are not always justifiable or heroic. This book dives into the shadows of humanity, and is written to challenge, not comfort.

The goal is to explore the nuances of pain, survival, love, and redemption, and how even the coldest hearts might carry hidden scars. However, your mental well-being is paramount. If at any point this novel becomes too distressing, please prioritize your safety and step away as needed.

Reader Discretion is Strongly Advised. This novel is intended for mature audiences (18+) and includes content not suitable for younger readers.

If you are unsure whether this book is for you, please feel free to skip ahead, research, or reach out for content-specific questions. Your emotional safety matters. Thank you for choosing to embark on this journey. Read with care. Feel deeply. Protect your peace.

With respect, [Kristi singh]

A dark romance poetry

From author 💖☺️

“The Bride of Thorns”

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--- Beneath the sky of tattered gray, Where ravens bathe in cold decay, A manor sleeps on cursed moor, Its walls still weep, its halls implore. No sun dares cross that ancient land, No flowers bloom from withered sand, Yet still it stands, a mausoleum, Of love turned rot, and dream to scream. They say a woman lives within, With alabaster, bloodless skin. Her eyes are ink, her breath is ice, Her words as sweet as sacrifice. She waits beside a fireless hearth, In bridal gown from nether birth. A crown of thorns upon her brow— A ghost in love, but not somehow. Once, long ago, a traveler came, With haunted past and untold name. He’d lost his faith, his kin, his spark, And wandered blindly toward the dark. The wind did whisper in his ear, And said, "Your fate, young fool, is near." Yet on he walked, compelled by something, A pull that hummed, a lover’s humming.

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She met him at the gate of rust, With lips like sin and smile like trust. He knelt, as though bewitched or chained, And spoke her name, though none remained. She took his hand—so cold, so thin— And led him calmly deep within. The door shut tight, the locks grew roots, The floor devoured his muddy boots.

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The is has manor breathed and watched them pass, Through mirrors smeared with crying glass. The has portraits blinked with hollow eyes, And chandeliers began to rise. She led him where the past had drowned, Through stairs that spiraled underground. The deeper still, the more he knew— This house was flesh, and he the glue. She whispered tales of once and then, Of murdered gods and fallen men. Of wedding feasts with poisoned wine, Of time she’d trapped in thorn and vine. She showed him bones inside the floor, Each skull a name she’d loved before. And though he trembled, begged, and swore, He still desired something more. For love, he thought, was meant to hurt. A bloom of blood in poisoned dirt. She made him feel—alive, insane— A prince reborn inside his bane. She kissed him deep beneath the stair, And cut his name into her hair. With every breath, she stole his light, And filled him up with endless night.

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No clocks existed in her lair. No morning song, no cooling air. Each hour passed like drips of wax, As shadow grew between the cracks. He wore a suit sewn out of screams, He danced in halls of shattered dreams. He sang her songs with broken teeth, And laid with her in graves beneath.

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Her love was sharp, her love was pure, A sickness no one could endure. But still he stayed, her solemn groom, A candle flickering in gloom. For every time he tried to flee, The house would twist its bones with glee. The doors would vanish, stairs would bite, The garden bloom with hands of spite. She told him once, her heart was glass— Each lover lost, another crack. So when it breaks, the world will fall, And all love drown inside her thrall. Yet he, a moth to slaughter’s flame, Whispered still her cursed name. And in the dark, they danced once more— Two corpses kissing on a floor. Now hear this tale, and heed it well, The heart can be a kind of hell. Beware the eyes that promise peace, For love may come, but never leave. The Bride of Thorns still walks the hall, In shadows long and candle fall. And if you dream of lips like death— She waits for you, beneath your breath. ---

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by Kristi–

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Fire and Frost

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In the heart of Mumbai, where the skyline was stitched with glass towers and the streets bled secrets, two souls were fated to collide—not by love, but by war.

Noor Ishani was the only daughter of a powerful Indian business tycoon, the kind of man who wore his legacy like a crown and his daughter like a secret. Raised behind layers of silk, security, and silence, Noor was porcelain: beautiful, breakable, and born in a cage lined with gold. But beneath her quiet gaze lay something untamed—like a violin playing in a thunderstorm, soft yet defiant.

Jahan Aslan (ML)

Jahan was the devil who ruled the underworld with a voice colder than gunmetal and a heart carved from obsidian. Known across continents as the Mafia King, he didn’t speak much—but when he did, cities burned. Born in blood, raised by shadows, Jahan was a man who didn’t believe in love, only loyalty. And loyalty, in his world, came with a price.

They were never meant to meet.

She was light—naïve and untouched by violence.

He was darkness—merciless, and haunted by everything he could never feel.

But fate doesn’t ask permission. It just sets the stage—and watches.

And when Noor’s father made a deal with the devil, it wasn’t his soul he bargained.

It was hers.

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