Earlier knows as - 'Her smiles' 'She wasn't a diamond yet she was my silver.' - "I will not do any favour to you. I even didn't forgive you so listen here Mister Irtaza Malik. You will escort me home safely and will never show your face." I spoke batting my lashes with a tone indicating disgust for him. "And I would be glad to tell you Mrs Irtaza Malik that this won't be happening." My breath caught in my throat, his voice was so dark, his messed hair, his eyes showing a glint of an emotion which was far for me to understand yet it gave me sparks. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, my eyes filling up. "Because as I said, I need a favour." He smirked making me frown at him. Then he continued - "As much I love the position we are in I would not regret kissing you right now." - Ersheen Fatimah couldn't care more. She loves the life she has, a loving father, not so loving mother, beautiful cousins and her plane simple college life to work in a big company someday and get settle down with a humble and understanding soulmate. And we all know, Life rhymes but not the way we want them to rhyme. Iratza Malik couldn't care more. He hates everyone except his family, all his life he spent on leading his mafia and planning out to take revenge from the enemies behind his father's death even though he has to disguise himself as a student. And. . . . Life rhymed just right when they met but alas, they were deaf.

He was never supposed to touch her. But now that he has-he'll never let her go. Daniel King doesn't believe in love. He believes in power, control, and taking what's his-without apology. So when a veiled, soft-spoken woman saves his life, he decides two things: She belongs to him. And he will ruin her... beautifully. Aniya Durrani wants nothing from the dangerous stranger she pulled from death-especially not his obsession. But Daniel doesn't understand boundaries. And he doesn't handle rejection. He's the devil in a tailored suit. She's the prayer he was never meant to hear. But fate doesn't care about what's sacred. He's going to touch her. Break her. Worship her. And nothing-not even God-can stop him. A dark, obsessive, slow-burn romance between a dangerous don and the devout girl who dares to say no.

This story is about a girl named Farah Fareen who belongs to a very conservative Muslim family in Pakistan but still, her parents want her to become a good doctor so they send her to China to study M. B. B. S. Farah does not believe in love anymore because of her terrifying past which was once her dream to fall in love with her dream boy. On the other hand, Shahid Maqdoomi is one of America's greatest Mafia Leader. He is very dangerous, and the mafia is everything to him. There is no place for love in his life. The most important woman in his life is his mother. He had lots of one-night stands, but he dismisses them in the morning, except for his assistant Leena, but he has never fallen in love with her. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Farah: Where am I? The door opens as I wake up, and I look ahead, but see nothing but a dark shadow. ???: You must be confused. Why are you here? He paused, and I asked in a terrified state. Farah: Yes? Before I could say anything, he said. ???: I am Shahid Maqdoomi, and before I say anything to you, check the screen. I froze on the spot when I looked at the screen. Read the story about what happens to her next.

Her hands clutched her dress as she looked down. I placed my both hands each side of her head on the wall and caged her. She was terrified to be in that position. "Move back. What are you doing" Turning her face to a side she pushed me with both hands but I didn't budge. Instead I held her nape of the neck and yanked her face. I looked in to her eyes drowning into them. She punched my chest with her small fist to free herself from my hold. But I held her more tightly giving her more pressure on her neck which made her frown in pain. Tears were rolling down from her eyes wetting her chubby cheeks. She was trying her best to push me back but I yanked her face further and captured her lips. Her soft juicy lips against my dark rough one. Now she was struggling more to release herself, hitting my shoulders and pushing me continuously. But I was lost in her strawberry like lips. Tasting them and punishing them I was loosing my control as my other hand snaked around her waist which she tried to remove immediately. Her lips were warm and inviting me to explore more and more. Tilting her head to a side I deepened the kiss looking for an entrance. But she sealed her lips in to a thin line blocking me away. Nibbling her lower lip with mine I demanded for an entrance but she remained the same which made me frustrated. I removed my hand from her neck and held jaw and squeezed her cheeks. Her mouth pouted and I entered in to her devouring each corner inside. The need for her increasing each passing second and she was struggling hard to stop whatever I am doing with her. Her hard punches landed on my chest now and she was trying to push my face away. Suddenly I felt her movements stopped I loosed my grip on her and she collapsed in my arms. I was lost in the kiss and didn't realize she was out of her breath.

"She *was* your wife, but now she belongs to me. And I won't stand for a single insult against her-don't forget that." With a firm grip on Ruksana's hand, he walked away without waiting for a reply, her steps trailing helplessly behind him, as if swept away by the force of his will. ---------- He paced the room like a caged lion, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He wanted to set the whole world on fire, to watch it burn as he was burning inside. The pain was too much to bear, too much to endure. Today, his love had been shrouded in the veil of death; today he had witnessed her becoming another man's wife. If anyone could understand the depths of such agony, it was he. His phone rang, but without a glance, he hurled it against the wall with all his might. The phone shattered into a thousand pieces, mirroring the fragments of his own shattered heart. He collapsed onto his knees, tears streaming down his face. The pain was excruciating, the loss of his love almost unbearable. -------- She was about to leave when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Her back grazed the solid wall of his chest as he leaned in close. His breath tickled her ear, sending shivers down her spine. A kiss, feather-light, brushed against her cheek. "Listen to me," his voice a low rumble against her ear, filled with love and unwavering confidence, "this might sound crazy, but you are mine. No matter how far you run, you will always belong to me."

Firdaus is a timid muslimah who lost her earring during a terrorist attack at just five years old.She lost her parents and siblings, and had to stay with her evil uncle. Her uncle was involved in the mafia and owed a huge debt,inorder to pay off his debt,he sells her to the mafia king,Brian. All firdaus has known in life is pain and toture from her uncle, mainly due to her disability, now she had to suffer in the hands of the mafia king. Brian is a cold-blooded and ruthless man,he doesn't think twice before killing his enemies,but this tiny woman stole his attention at first glance. will she able to melt his cold heart? and will he be the one to finally give her happiness?

When Maria Khan, a principled psychologist with unyielding values, is assigned to work closely with Leonard Damarias-a powerful CEO known for his cold control and commanding presence-the last thing she expects is a spark of connection. But as their collaboration deepens, misunderstandings and unspoken feelings ignite a tension that neither can ignore. Caught between his need for control and her unwavering integrity, one deeply misunderstood betrayal sends their worlds spiralling. Now, with her heart shattered and his defences crumbling, they must confront the boundaries they've crossed... and the lines they can never erase. - Breach of Boundaries: In a World Where Power Meets Principle by Maximilan Kasin Ashe7 Rankings: #1 in Hijabi - #1 in CEOxEmployee - #3 in Boundaries

Like every other Muslimah her age, Syeda Anaabiya Ahmed dreamed of a love that would heal her scars-a love that would cherish and protect her. As an orphan, she had spent her life fighting battles no child should face-struggling for survival, for a home, and, most painfully, for the love even her own younger sister denied her. Her last hope rested on marriage-the man destined to be her partner, her guide, the one who would help her grow into a better Muslimah. But that dream shattered the moment she was forced to marry Syed Humza Junaid-a man she loathed, a man as ruthless as the dark empire he ruled, a man who saw love as nothing more than a weakness. Defiant and unyielding, Anaabiya refuses to be another pawn in Humza's world of power and crime. She challenges him at every turn, determined not to bow to his arrogance and cruelty. But just when she thinks she has him figured out, the cracks in his armor begin to show-a man tormented by his demons, a man who, against all odds, might just be capable of love. As their world spirals into chaos, hatred begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Love. Obsession. Destruction. Will Anaabiya tame the monster within him, or will she lose herself in the fire that is Syed Humza Junaid? Join Anaabiya on a journey where love and ruin walk hand in hand-where the heart's deepest desires clash with fate's cruelest twists.

"You Married me to pay your debt never forget that." Amir Zephir Cold Impatient Possessive "Yes, i'm sorry." Zenep Kilov Quiet Shy innocent Will a dept turn into a love story? only one way to find out~ WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Voilence Language Mature 18+ Mafia Logic Now enjoy~

ماذا يحدث لو وقعت طالبة تحت تدريب رئيس الشركة نفسه ؟! فايوليت ووكر فتاة مجتهدة تدرس الادارة والاقتصاد ، شاء قدرها ان تقع تحت تدريب الرئيس المعروف بقساوته اثناء العمل ولا يتقبل الاخطاء ..???? ماذا سيحدث لهذه الفتاة ؟! هل ستصمد امام أوامر رئيسها المتعجرف ام ستغرق من اول موجة تصطدم بها !! . . . . . . . . . . . . " للاشخاص الي جالسين يعيدوا الرواية للمرة الثانية لا تحرقوا رجاءً ، أمراً وليس طلباً ، الي يحرق راح اعطيه بلوك " .