First of all if u don't have anything nice to say please zip ur mouth, don't expect this story to go the way u want it to be, I wrote it like 2-3 years ago so don't come and complain about how this story is. If u don't wanna read it, don't read it , I didn't ask u to read, so save ur time and mine. Go and study instead of reading this. It will have u gain knowledge and will help me to keep peace of my mind as I won't have to reply to someone who totally forgot that this is a freaking book not real life, if u can't distinguish between books and real life I guess u should think about urself then. If you are still here I appreciate it, Now let's go to the story A guy who was forced to marry a girl against his wish just because he thought she was after his money and had trapped him. A girl who had already faced so much in her life. Wanted nothing more than a person who will respect her. If not love her. THIS BOOK IS NOT EDITED AND IT'S DARK, STAY AWAY IF U CANT HANDLE IT, DON'T TELL ME HOW THIS BOOK WAS NOT ACCORDING TO WHAT U THOUGHT, I KNOW IT'S NOT THAT'S WHY SPARE URSELF AND STAY AWAY. hey guys it's my first ff and its going to be a dark ff the male lead is abusive and would be an a*****e in this ff and no ( ABUSE IS NOT OK, NO ONE SHOULD GO THROUGH IT, ) This is just a ff so read if u guys are COMFORTABLE AND OK and if there's any grammatical mistake plzzz pardon me. thank u

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes", Avishek said no more. Is he not going to introduce me? I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk. I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything. I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young. Why now though? After all these years?

• 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃ℊ • ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵈᵃᶻᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵒᵖᵉʳᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵇʸ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ. A series of short stories bringing bundles of emotions and delight to your heart altogether~

«One Shot» Azlaan Siddiqui had everything. Parents. Friends. Talent. Good looks. Money. A wife. Everything. Yet he felt so incomplete. He found himself yearning for that missing part of his life which he wasn't sure of what it was. Will he ever find that lost part of his life? •••

☀︎︎𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈☀︎︎ #3 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒖 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊 #12 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂 #20 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 "Leave my hand, it's hurting."Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to get rid off of his deadly grip on her wrist. "Why? When he holds your hand you don't tell him to back off, Huh?" Tightening his grip on her, Murad seethed. The pain which he was causing her was intolerable, tears fell down from those hazel orbs on her pale cheeks as she wished for a certain pair of sea blue eyes to come and save her from this tormentor. "He is my husband! He has every right on me as I have on him." Hazaan yelled at him as anger started welling up in her body, slowly replacing the fear. "Oh, Accha. Now, he is your husband then who am I to you? Did you forget what we had.." the words got strangled in his throat and a loud noise took place in the room making a pin drop silence which shocked the daylights of Murad as he never expected the timid, extrovert and bubbly girl to strike him hard, across the face. "You were a mistake and you'll always be one! I was so blind in your trap which you called 'love' to not see a cold blooded brute." Hazaan gritted out the words not knowing what the outcome of her honesty would cost her. Fury and rage was all he felt towards her. He jerked off his grip on her and pushed Hazaan to the wall harshly, making her yelp as her head started throbbing in pain. Murad wrapped his fingers on her throat and pressed his fingers more firmly which caused her to squirm in his hold for the oxygen. His next words were not for which Hazaan was prepared for. "You are mine Hazaan! YOU.ARE.MINE. If I can't have you then no one can..." were the last words heard by her before everything went black.

#1 Muslims 13/01/2020 #2 Indianlovestories 13/01/2020 #3islamic fiction 13/01/2020 #4Collection of short stories13/01/2020 #6 historic 13/01/2020 #10 hijabi 13/01/2020 #34 yourstoryindia 13/01/2020 #16 hijab 13/01/2020 #17 halal 13/01/2029 #60 india 13/01/2020 True love comes only once in a lifetime yet it lasts an eternity. True love will knock out the walls of difficulty to be with that special one. True love will withstand the test of time forever waiting until it's love is returned. It never fails,never does,never lets go of the ones they love. "You will find some interesting and amazing stories in this book, and I'm sure you'll not feel bored by reading it" So give it a try and add this book in your library and do vote and comment☆Stay tuned☆

Before getting tangled in the Yarns of love Did we know what our future will be?No Now that merged with it fully Do we regret it? No Do we want to go back? No Do we want to leave? Never Yarns that's tangled will never untangle. It's a book consisting short stories. ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○● Please note that the pictures used in the story is taken from Google therefore I do not own them. I repeat I do not own the pictures it belongs to the person who uploaded. I just edited them and then used it.

The series of short stories . few chapters . Enjoy ! romance alert . All the pictures are from google , I don't own them

This story probably contains different short stories with unique ideas.I just tried to put in the information which I've stored for a long period of time. Hope you'll like it

Some spicy, amazing short stories. Join in the roller coaster ride.