𝕬 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝕹𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑 She let out a humorless laugh, her expression hardening further. "You?" she said, her voice dripping with disgust. "You don't deserve a second chance. The only thing you deserve is death-and that too a horrible one." "I may not be the kind of person who finds happiness in others' grief," she continued, her lips curling in cold satisfaction, "but the day you die, I will celebrate it. I will be on the moon with happiness." Her eyes didn't waver from his. "I'll go to temples and offer prayers just to thank God for finally taking you away from this world." He shook his head slightly, his gaze never leaving her face as he said, "I do not visit temples, so unfortunately I cannot personally ask your God to fulfill your wish, but I admire your dedication." His smirk returned as he added, "However, you can try to make that wish come true after our wedding, because I will give you as many opportunities as you need to attempt it."

Highest Rank - #1 in Pakistan #1 in Muslim #10 in Cousin ° 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. Badia had her future mapped out. A happy life with Hammad, her father's best friend's son. Zimraan was engaged to his cousin, Ayeza, ready to step into the life expected of him. But one night changed everything. In a twist of fate neither saw coming, Zimraan and Badia are forced into a marriage neither wanted nor agreed to. Not out of love. Not because of family tradition. But because they had no other choice. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and scenes that may be disturbing or uncomfortable for some readers. Recommended for readers 18 and above. Please read at your own discretion. ( Cover credit @ Authordira_21 .) "If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please go to (https://my.w.tt/g4EgwYn9Dbb). Thank you." (Warning, this book have many grammatical errors.(As I am not really good in english.)

Every girl dreams that after marriage, her husband will love her and fulfill her desires. But what if that dream never comes true? This story is about a girl who gets stuck in between- she can neither step out nor truly stay inside. Relationships are formed within an unknown silence, tied behind invisible walls. How will those relationships be healed? Unchosen Yet Loved

𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕘𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖. 💔 ​𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥; 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕚𝕔 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕣. 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜. 🔄 ​ℕ𝕠𝕨, 𝕤𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞, 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕀ℙ𝕊 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕖 👮‍♀️, 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖. ℍ𝕖'𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕; 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕥-𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕, 𝕟𝕠-𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕣 👮‍♂️🔥 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥. ​𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕦𝕥𝕪, 𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤. 💥

Fatima Zarah Modibbo moves to a quiet neighborhood in Kano after a personal tragedy forces her to leave Lagos behind. Reserved but warm-hearted, she hopes to focus on healing, faith, and her law job until her peaceful world is disrupted by the cries of a little girl and the heartbreaking mysterious man next door. Muhammad Idris, a 30-year-old single father and widower, juggles his demanding architecture job and raising his precocious 4-year-old daughter, Ameerah and 8 months old daughter, Asiya. Scarred by love and duty, Idris has no time for distractions especially not for the new neighbor who keeps showing up. But proximity sparks something deeper. As the walls between them thin, both Zarah and Idris must confront their pasts, their faith, and what it truly means to be home-together. From the bustling streets of Kano, to unexpected turns in Abuja, and a reunion in Lagos, this is a story of second chances, silent longing, parenting, and the love that blooms quietly when you least expect it.

Dr, Siddharth Oberoi, 34year old general surgeon the one who is most respected yet feared in the medical realm but has secrets of his own ,unknown to world. He craves for peace which he has lost many years ago.... Dr Navya Maheshwari, 24year old first year post graduate student working under the most admirable professor. She has closed the portals all leading to her heart and soul due to situations which her family has given to her unknowingly yet willingly...... What will happen when there destinies would be entangled. Would they be able to heal each other's soul and be the ultimate peace source of one another or once again their destinies would snatch everything from them.......

One runaway groom. One furious brother. One businessman in the wrong place at the wrong time. Meera was ready for her wedding-until her groom ran away, shaming her in front of the whole village. But her brother wasn't the kind to cry. He loaded his katta and dragged Delhi's youngest billionaire Aditya Singh into the mandap. At gunpoint, sindoor was smeared. The DJ played. And Aditya, dressed in sherwani and fury, became a Damaad by Dhamki. He hated the marriage. She hated the humiliation. But, Then he left her. Two years later- In a luxurious Delhi wedding, Aditya returns with Myra. But standing in the spotlight, running the show with quiet maturity... is Meera. Now engaged to Aansh Malhotra-Aditya's closest friend. He stares. She avoids. And the question burns between them: Was their story ever really over? ------- 📝 Author's Note: This is a story with no exes, no past flings, and no cheating. My hero is loyal from the start-no other woman, no distractions. Just raw emotions, forced fate, and a love that was never supposed to happen. Thanks for supporting a new writer 💙

Nadia's tears streamed down her face as she prostrated herself in namaz, her body shaking with sobs. "Ya Allah, why did You accept my dua?" she whispered, her voice cracking with despair. A flashback hit her mind - her Nani's wise words: "Bewakoof ladki, aisi dua nahi mangte jisse baad mein pachtawa." (Foolish girl, don't make such prayers that you'll regret later.) Nadia's Nani had warned her about the dua she made in childhood, but she hadn't listened. Now, Nadia regretted her ignorance. She wished she had heeded Nani's words, had been more thoughtful about her prayers. "Why didn't I listen, Nani?" she whispered, feeling a pang of regret. Her tears fell onto the prayer mat as she begged Allah to change her destiny. "Please, Ya Allah, cancel my dua. I don't want to share my husband with anyone." Nadia's voice was barely audible, lost in her sorrow and desperation. Story of two friends nadiya and manahil who loved each dearly and can't live without each other .

𝑵𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑵𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒑, 𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓-𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍, 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔-𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

She came out of the washroom, her stomach emptied from relentless vomiting. In her trembling hand, she held a pregnancy kit-two unmistakable pink lines stared back at her, declaring the beginning of a life growing inside her. She froze, eyes locked on the test. "No... no... this can't be happening," she whispered, her voice cracking before she collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face. Just then, the door creaked open. He walked in. The moment she saw him, she sprang to her feet, stormed towards him, and grabbed his collar. Her eyes blazed with fury and betrayal. "You cheated me! You trapped me in this marriage!" she shouted, her voice trembling with rage. "You manipulated me, married me, and now this?" she yelled, thrusting the test in front of his face. He stared at it in confusion, but as his eyes registered the two pink lines, understanding dawned. Slowly, a smile spread across his face. She's pregnant... She's carrying my baby... I'm going to be a father. His heart raced with happiness. His plan had worked. She threw the kit to the floor and began pounding her fists against his chest, sobbing, "Why? Why did you do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve this? You've ruined my life! I hate you... I hate you! And I will never forgive you!" A twisted, guilty joy stirred in his chest. As much as it hurt to see her like this, a selfish part of him felt victorious. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her-so he did what he had to do. If love wasn't enough to keep her, then maybe responsibility would be. At least now, she was tied to him... if not by choice, then by duty. He knew her parents would never let her walk away, not with a baby on the way. And maybe-the child could bring them closer. Maybe it could fix what he broke. He smirked, a dark thought creeping in. Now, she couldn't leave. She was TRAPPED WITH HIM. FOREVER.