For your sake. The story of Prime Minister Zaydaan Ziagil and his first lady.

**A Wattpad featured story** Bekhudi || بیخودی ❝ He gently dragged his hand around the delicate skin of my neck, slowly caressing it under his stifling touch. I felt his breath curling against me, as a wave of sultriness rode over me. As if sensing it, his soft touch become firm and his thumb pressed against my bottom lip. His eyes were still trained on mine, studying me with a burning intensity. He looked at me with a fervent gaze, as I felt his eyes darken with desire? ❞ _____________________________ Bekhudi follows the life of Shanzae Malik, a political heiress, as she manoeuvres through the clutches of a patriarchal, honour bound society. Her life takes a turn when her family suggests an unexpected proposal to save their withering political dynasty. Crisis strikes, and her only option is to choose between the love of her life and his brother. A tale of love, heartache, deception & ecstasy!

"Another kiss?" "Are you crazy?" It's just crazy how life works. Model Chae (y/n) involved in a thing with the famous businessman, Bang Chan. His conflicts are yours too. Basically everything related to him are now your things too. "Our love is like a glass. Will it last long if one of us doesnt give commitments or carefully holding it?"

---- "I like you Jisung. That's why I didn't tell you the truth." Your eyes still glued to the floor. "You-you like me?" He glances up at you with a shocked expression. "Yes I'm sorry but I do. I have liked you since I met you." You feel your heart beating fast. "I'm sorry too." He says. You look up and see him walking away.

❝F*ck you and your promise.❞ #16 bangchan 190626 #1 cb97 190626 Stray Kids Bang Chan fanfiction Copyright 2019 © avmochi lowercase intended.

She was the new student. He was the school's loner. She was widely liked. He was misunderstood. She found him interesting. He wanted nothing to do with her. "People are like medicine. We use them to feel better and heal and then, when we don't need them anymore, we just throw them away." -cover by QianZhengha0- •Now available in Italian, Polish and Portuguese• Highest rank: #1 in fanfiction TRIGGER WARNING: Contains mentions of self harm and suicide.

THIS STORY IS COMPLETED And EDITED. It is every girls dream to have a prince in their life who will treat them like a princess.Nadia is the same. She always dreamed of marrying someone who will love her but what happens when she is forced to marry a Ceo of a big trading company but even worse, she has to sign a contract which says that they will only be married for 4 months. A love hate relationship araise as they both struggle to find out how they feel about each other. Read to find out more, I promise you won't regret.

My name is Stuart John.I am rich. No, I am filthy rich. I am arrogant and handsome. I am always one step ahead of the game. The world revolve around me. Governments fear me. My employees obey me. Girls fall down on my feat. I don't respect anyone, yet everyone respect me. That's me. My name is Zainab and I am a Muslim. I wake up at 4 am to pray Thahajuth and then Fajr, which is one of the 5 mandatory prayer in Islam. I am shy and humble. Atleast I believe I am humble. I work for Stuart John, one the most rich people in the world as his personal secretary. Except for the pay, there is absolutely no reason why I think I should be working for this man, who is arrogant, stubborn, short tempered and believe the entire earth revolves around him.Yet, I need the money to support myself and the mess my family left me with.