Zavian Noraiz and Iman Hamid~ The girl who once loved in silence, now standing at the edge of destiny. The boy forged in London's streets, ruthless on the tracks, unstoppable in heart. _ She was sixteen when she first saw him. Zavian Noraiz-untouchable, unreadable, and everything her young heart wasn't supposed to want. He was her father's best friend's son, the one who visited from London every summer, leaving behind nothing but dust and an ache in her chest. Now, eight years later, Iman is no longer the wide-eyed girl with stolen glances. She is a woman with dreams, a future, and a PhD at Imperial College London. But fate has its own plans. His family offers her a place to stay in their home, but she refuses, knowing too well that living under the same roof as him would be stepping into a storm. Because Zavian isn't just the boy she once loved-he is danger wrapped in a leather jacket, an underground racer with a past that whispers secrets in the dead of night. And when their paths collide again in the heart of London, sparks aren't the only thing that ignite. There are unspoken words, buried hurts, and the undeniable pull of a love that was never meant to survive. But love has never been safe. And neither is Zavian Noraiz. Because the man who once left might be the only one who can protect her now. Even if it means destroying himself in the process.

Maktub-Al-Hayat: Destined by Fate 𝘼𝙡𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙞𝙢𝙧𝙖 أنت أجمل مصير _ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ

"Ahhh, leave me...I am sorry...please" A girl was begging and dragging by a very muscular man, was crying but the man was very deaf to hear her pleadings. He brought her to his room and threw her on the bed. He threw her ghungroo on the floor. "You want to dance, right? Then dance as much as you want but only in front of me, but next time you won't dance outside to this room, this is not your fucking brothel and you're just my prostitute so you are here only to entertain me." ************ "You wanted to become my wife, right? So, let's make you mine...." In a very dark room a girl was whimpering in a corner. She was too scared to look up but the man who was in front of her was not in the mood to show mercy on her. ************ "I can't marry you...and you can't force me to-" Before she could complete her sentence a very rough lips met to hers and shut her up. "You have to become my wife, Dhani! Because you caught my attention, beautiful" ************** The Sherawat brothers, the very powerful men in the business world and the black world. They belong to a very royal and famous family. This family has some strict rules which are followed by each and every family member. But are the new members able to follow their rules or not? 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧:- 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

"Why can't you let me go?" I asked, my voice dripping with frustration. He had cornered me against the wall, his muscular arms caging me. "I don't know." He replied, leaning his head against me so gently that for a moment, I forgot how dangerous this man really was. "I just know that staying away from you is not an option for me." "I hate you." I resisted his touch, when all I wanted was to melt in his arms. "Hate me all you want but you are mine." He replied, touching my jaw softly with his fingers that made me turn into a puddle of emotions. •°•°•°• A series of events lead Penelope Woods to Sean Miller, the tall, dark and handsome business typhoon. But is that all he is? Or there is something dark and twisted behind his white collar facade? Read my story to find out.

Elena Parker is in her second year in college, she stays with her roommate Laura at the girl's dorm. Most of her time is spent reading Stephen King's books or watching documentaries. She never had a boyfriend and never thought of love, but what happens when someone crashes her world and rules all at once. . . . Adam Rutherford, an English literature professor with a dark past. His failed experience in relationships made him stay away from women, getting betrayed by the one who thought was his true love eight years ago, made him promise to never trust a woman. But his promises and rules get broken when he meets his student Elena Parker. . . . Elena's father has a huge debt to be paid and in order to save her father's bookstore, Elena agrees to the deal that Adam proposed. They marry each other on paper, each of them for a reason, but will the deal stay on paper? or fate has other plans? . . . Sparks of admiration and love arise between the teacher and his student, a marriage deal, dark secrets, and a forbidden love that spread in the midst of university walls. . #1 in forbidden #1 in literature #1 in contract #2 in henrycavill #4 in contractmarriage (on sep 2021) #9 in agegap #10 in teacher #18 in romance

Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* Highest rankings: #6 in Werewolf #1 in Wolves #3 in Featured He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*

[NOT EDITED] "Can you... marry my brother?" "Your brother, Ibrahim? But... Isn't he married?" I recall the conversation we had before. "He was, but he is divorced now. He has a kid, Hairah. Ali is only one." I can see tears brimming in her desperate eyes."Why would you suggest me?" "Because I know, only a heart like yours cannot refuse to give Ali a mother." I try my best to keep my breath and body calm. * Divorced. A kid. Not everyone's fairy tale prince. But she wills to be a mother to an innocent motherless child. * Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala said: فَاِ نَّ مَعَ الْعُسْرِ يُسْرًا  "Verily, with hardships comes ease" [Quran; 94:5] ___ 1 in #spiritual out of 30k stories 1 in #wattpadindia out of 3.28k stories 1 in #islam out of 9.22k stories 3 in #divorce out of 14k stories 2 in #muslim out of 12.4k stories 1 in #muslimlovestory out of 2.2k stories 1 in #halal out of 4.28k stories #WattpadIndia Edit- AwesomeAreej Started on - 22/10/22 Ended - 01/01/23

As he pulled her veil up his eyes darkened, Jaw clenched. without wasting any second he applied vermillion in her hair line. She can see his fisted hand as he stood up. Rajmahal of Rajgarh is a Palace of pride and happiness. 2 heirs of rajmahal are going to marry--Vihaan and Yuvaan singh Raghuvanshi. Both can die for each other. One is Quiet , mature and dominant. He is the pride of raghuvanshi's and Yuvaan is whole opposite of his elder brother but loves him more than anything. Everything was going well in their life. They are about to marry the girl of their choice but at the end....Destiny has to play game with them. . Starts:- 14, December 2022 End:- 27, January 2023 Picture/ gif/ quotes used in this story are not mine. Credit to the owner. An indian story. Fictional story. ACHIEVEMENTS. #1 in Arranged out of 1.63k stories. #3 in Marriage out of 64.2k stories. #1 in indian out of 1.66k stories. #1 in stories out of 242k stories. #1 in wattpad our of 98.9k stories

"Tripti, you know what that means?", he asks in a deep voice, the type of voice which makes your legs go jelly. Not from anticipation but from fear. I was still trembling under him. "It means satisfaction, and You, my darling, are going to provide me that." After processing what he just said, I gave him back, " Rudra, you know what it means? ", I see him stiffen." The mighty lord Shiva, but you-! " "Oh I'm no god I know that, the opposite maybe?.... Rudra means "the roarer", "the terrible", "the untamed", "the destroyer", "one who kills", "one who makes people cry", and my darling, I'm all those things. ", He stated in a dangerous low voice. #2 in #forcedrelationship (29/3/23) #3 in #India (26/3/23) #3 in #desi (20/6/23) #3 in #hindi (3/6/2023) #4 in #billionaire (6/4/23) #6 in #hindi (24/3/23) #7 in #indian (15/6/23) #7 in #forced (1/4/23) #8 in #desi (4/6/23) #8 in #forcedmarriage (29/3/23) #8 in #obesession (1/4/23) #9 in #love (5/4/23) ⚠️DO NOT COPY!

"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?