My Husband, My Devil. "GET RID OF IT" She thought she heard something wrong, Not reacting she just stared at his face no emotion, nothing, just his flawless emotionless face. "Huh?" "I know you are pregnant and I want you to get rid off it, Sayantika" and that's when she thought he couldn't be any more heartless, he chosed to shock her all over again. "This is my baby and I don't want to" She moved back nodding her head in no. "You want me to give this relationship a chance right?" Saying he stepped closer, his calloused hand cupping her tears strained cheeks. "Just abort this, I promise to be with you" the softness in his left bitterness in hers. "I wanted, I wanted to stay with you to give this relationship a chance but not anymore" Completing her speech, She jerked his hand back, angering him to such extent, that all he wanted that moment was to hurt her. "Wait wait wait, does it mean it was you who spiked my drink and forced me to consummate with you, damnnn I never thought you will stoop this low for money and luxury ; a certified gold-digger indeed" like everytime he chosed to abuse her verbally, but this time his words didn't hurt her this time, She was used to his taunts now. From being the good and loyal companion to the good Obedient wife, She did everything for him and in return He hurted her again and again, by his words by his actions. "Just to let you know that if you are planning to public our marriage and to tell everyone that we are married and now you are carrying my child then I promise to destroy you and your family and I won't back off" He threatened. "You still have a chance, I will change myself the way you want, either this baby or me" the change of his words , the bipolaritic tone and everything about of him so complex. 'How did she fell for this man?' She thought and then chuckled internally. "I am choosing this baby over you , PREPARE THE DIVORCE PAPERS I SHALL SEE YOU IN THE COURT"

Like the collision of two stars, they crashed into each other, unexpectedly and unforgivingly. Avni perceives him as an intrusive man. Despite the irresistible and suave charms, she is determined to avoid him. Except for Viransh, she is a risk and a mystery that he vows to unravel and uncover the shattered woman hidden beneath the facade of an impudent heiress. Amidst the chaos, they draw closer to each other, sailing toward the shore of love. But shadows of their past loom like giant waves, threatening to turn over their fragile ship. So does the billowing black smoke of secrets inscribed in Avni's diary. Will they let the tempest of their pasts consume them? Or will they build an anchor of strength to weather the storm together?

For Samayra, being a successful veterinary doctor was enough. For her parents, It wasn't. They say, For those, who fail to find love, there's always arranged marriage. Yeah, it's the truth but.. How do you fall in love when it's a compulsion and not an option. Instead of letting you chose the man of your dreams, you're forced to marry someone you despise. It's not easy. Especially when hiding such a big secret. Possible infertility and problems in conception.. WARNING CONTAINS REFERENCE TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE. "You aren't even 1% of what I thought my future partner would be like.." "And what do you think, I've been praying for you to take me on a white horse ?" What happens when Dr.Samayra, the overpampered brat known for shouting obscenities at every bloody situation has to go through the radar to find a suitable boy ? She doesn't want to settle for just anybody, But how can you even judge someone in one meeting ? The Charming Cop, Ambar doesn't want to get married either. If not for his mother's insistent nature, he would never have agreed to meet Samayra. Only if he knew, what that girl meant for his future... ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.©

•completed• When I was six, Baba had got me my first doll. I vividly remember her, my best friend. I had named her Sameera, she had huge eyes and wore a red bridal outfit, I would play with her all the time and one day I wed her off, wed her to another doll. But now that I had grown up, I knew that wedding someone wasn't just a game, being someone's wife was about much more. I was in my final year of degree in fine arts, I just 21 when my life reminded me of Sameera, turned me into Sameera, jis tarah Sameera ka nikah ek mazzak tha, ek khel uss he tarah mere nikah ne meri zindagi ko bhi ek khel me tabdeel kar diya. I was the wife of a man who already had a wife he loved dearly. I am Meher Butt and this is my story. (Book is written in English) #1 Urdu (march'21) #4 Lahore (jan'21) #1 Hyderabad (jan'21) #1 Pakistan (march'21) #2 Muslim (feb'21) #18 arrangemarriage (march'21) #24 age difference (jan'21)

"So you're saying that if I kissed you right now, you wouldn't feel anything?" He asked, taking slow, purposeful steps closer to me, but I couldn't go farther back as I felt an obstruction behind me, a desk. "Uh...totally," I cussed myself for stuttering. "Okay then, let's test that theory, shall we?" And his lips landed on mine. Sam and Ryan had been best friends when they were little and couldn't do without each other. They pinky swore they would never leave each other, but then Sam moved, breaking that promise. And now she's back, and Ryan isn't entirely happy to see her. Bookcover by @userpewpew