A short story based on the sweet and romantic life of a couple managing life with a young son on their own in England. >Characters are muslims. But in no way do they preach about Islam. The best guide is the Holy Prophet (PBUH)'s Hadith and Sunna. As well as the Holy Quran itself. My characters are not the epitome of a perfect muslim.

"Millions of reasons, Tanya. All perfectly legal, or perfectly arranged to seem that way. I don't make threats. I explain consequences." He stepped close to her again, cupping her chin with his hand. His touch was like ice. She was too terrified to pull away. "So, you will sit tight. You will go to your school. You will teach my nephew. And you will look very, very pretty while doing it. You will not make me angry again. Understood?" A single, hot tear of pure, helpless rage escaped and traced a path down her cheek. He saw it. His dark eyes glittered with a perverse kind of satisfaction. He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheekbone where the tear had fallen. The kiss was chillingly soft, a brand of ownership. "You see?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "You look so pretty when you cry angrily. Like a good girl who finally understands her place." ___________________________________________ Love is a lie they tell to make obsession sound pretty. When Vardaan Rathore, a man whose bloodline was woven with power and violence, walked into her classroom, Tanya saw a negligent uncle. He saw the first and last woman who would ever tell him no. His obsession became her sentence. There was no courtship. Only a silent, brutal campaign of possession. Her life decided to conquer a queen, and the beautiful, terrible ruin he made of her in the process. #1 forced love #1 Darklove #1 toxichero #1 runawayheroine #1 Captive Romance #1 Manipulation #1 Political Romance #1 hacker #1 Brokenheroine #1 Forcedintimacy #1 Forced relation #1 Darkromancebooks #3 Indian #3 desi #3 teacher #4 badboy #4 broken #6 possessivehero #33 toxic #35 Dark romance #58 youngadult

"I thought I told you to stop telling me what to do." I whispered meekly. "I thought I told you that I wanted you here, with me. I want your happiness. Not your anger." His lips touched my ear when he spoke; I was shaking. "You never said you wanted that." "But that is what I meant." "I don't live in your head, Adam. I can't just figure out what you want." "But you do." The hand that had been on the edge of the skin trailed up the side of my waist and then back down. "I can't fucking focus on anything else. Even now there's only thoughts of you in here. I'm wondering if you'd taste as sweet as you smell." /// When Shireen Naseer stumbles upon a sight not meant for her eyes, the young fashion designer is roped into a mess bigger than she's ever created. Suddenly, she's married to a brooding soldier and living in his home as she awaits the dangers of the outside world to pass. But Adam Zaman is not just an average soldier. He laughs at her stupid jokes, tries to keep her happy, listens when she rants, and is so very patient with her. She's falling hard and fast, but he will not step over the line. Protecting her and her honor is his responsibility, so how can he tarnish it? /// Bro, this belongs to me. Don't post it anywhere else.

The first book in Molecular Spaces She marries him for peace. He marries her for protection. Neither expects love. Illiyeen enters Umair's world through an arranged marriage meant to shield her from family politics and silence old wounds. But what begins as a quiet compromise soon unravels into something deeper-intimacy, trust, and the slow, aching unraveling of two guarded hearts. Set against the backdrop of generational trauma, village legacy, and the quiet rebellion of love, Mehram follows Illiyeen and Umair as they navigate family reckonings, emotional repair, and the kind of closeness that makes them question everything they thought they knew about marriage. This is not a love story. It's a story about becoming each other's safe place.

Emaz and Layla

𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐞-𝐃𝐢𝐥 (سفرِ دل): 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡ Then, his voice broke again, and he admitted something that made Zara's heart tighten. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙕𝙖𝙧𝙖," he said, his eyes searching hers for reassurance. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮." Zohraan buried his face deeper into Zara's chest, seeking solace in her warmth, his words muffled but heavy with fear. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙... 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧," he confessed, his voice cracking with the weight of his vulnerability. His grip tightened around her waist, holding onto her as though letting go would make his nightmare come true. Zara could feel his body trembling against hers, the raw emotion seeping into every word. "𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙕𝙤𝙝𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙣..." she whispered, her voice soft but steady, filled with a calm reassurance only she could give him. "𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩." She gently raised his chin, guiding his tear-streaked face to hers. "𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩... 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙝," she whispered, sealing her promise with a kiss on his forehead. Her lips lingered there, offering comfort and security. As she kissed away the tears that followed, a fresh wave of emotion broke through his once composed exterior. ♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡ Peek in to know more ♡

Masir مصير - fate, destination Two years ago, everything changed for her. She lives in a joint family where she does not belong. She was just 15 when they got married. He was 23. He hated the marriage. She was powerless to refuse. A secret marriage, only known to a few. A marriage of someone's death wish. He went overseas to evade the betrothal. She was relieved until... Now, after two years, he is coming back.

UNS :a love series Part :1 He was the eldest of 3 sisters She was the youngest of 5 brothers He was responsible She was spoiled He had the weight of the world on his shoulders She was free as a butterfly, His mother was friend with hers Her mother wanted a responsible man for her , A man who valued relationships above all else His mother wanted someone who could make him smile. A girl who could light up his life . Hers was an innocent heart, His had no other purpose but to pump blood , He believed the heart was misleading , She believed that the brain was boring, She had never worried for a single thing , He had everything to worry for, This is the story of Neelum This is the story of Ibrahim , (Starts in march )

"I'm not not your captive you say, but neither am I your mother, sister or wife. Then you must tell me why am I here, what is my standing ? Why have you kept me here ? Am I a bargaining chip or like they call me here am I the kings keep ?"

The tale of Malik Family,living in the middle of the busy Lahore,the city of gardens.This story unveils a typical Pakistani family and discusses about societal norms and standards.