Bound in a sacred bond. brought together by Destiny. Story of Arjun Singh Oberoi and Aarohi sharma who were force into the marriage brought together by destiny. The day Aarohi step into her in-law's house she realized that she is going get hard time here. Arjun, The guy who is too reserved. He talks less and like quite environment....But his wife can be exception. Let's see how they pass every hurdle of life together and Will they be able to Secure their fragile ties of Passion. let's dig in to find out. FRAGILE TIES OF PASSION. AAROHI and ARJUN. Start:- 19/ April/ 2023 End:- 10 / June / 2023 #1 in india out of 48.7k stories.

Featuring on WattpadRomanceIN official reading list 'Teri Meri Prem Kahani' ♔︎𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵♔︎ 𝐴𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 ᯾ 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 ᯾ 𝑃𝑦𝑎𝑎𝑟 𝐵ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑖 𝐾𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑦𝑎𝑛 1. 𝚄𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 (✓) 2. 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 (✓) 3. 𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 (✓) 4. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 (✓) 5. 𝙼𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙱𝚎 (✓) 6. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝙱𝚢 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 (✓) 7. 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚘𝚞 (✓) 8. 𝙿𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝙼𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 (✓) 9. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙷𝚒𝚖 (✓) 10. 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 (Bonus oneshot) #22 𝑖𝑛 '𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒' 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 1.78 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

We were never supposed to marry, and our marriage was wrong because of many reasons but it didn't take him a single second before he shouted in front of the whole village and said that I am his wife and marry me in front of them. And I was just standing there like a statue because what could I have done when my own family is in different country and the person whom I was getting married ran away leaving me to get killed by the goons. He saved me when no one was there for me, when everyone was against me and wanted to kill me. He stood there like a rock and become my shield and my husband. And this is where our story of endless love and fight begins. And all of this just because we are from different religion and society will never accept our marriage and love. All of this started because of that tremendously awful day when it was announced that our country is getting divided into two parts and that we have to leave our country, my home where I was born and brought up. The partition of 1947 changed my life for forever. I am Noor and this is my story of Love and War with those whom I used to thought were my loved ones.

" You know very well why I married you?" He asked rudely. She replied controlling her tears," Yes, for your children." Then, he said calmly," If I find any kind of carelessness from your side regarding my children then trust me you will see the worst side of me." She remained silent when he shouted," Words, woman!!" " Yes, I won't give you any chance of complaining," She shuttered and a satisfied smile formed on his lips. Then, he declared stabbing her already wounded heart," I can never give you the place which my wife holds in my heart. You are just a substitute of her." Maryam, A 25-year-old woman just wanted nothing but a happy family with her long time lover. But, do we get what we want always? Copyright ©️ 2022 by Artemisia. Don't steal my work. Plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

A range of short stories for the hearts that wants to be filled with butterflies and excitement. Some names might be the same but it's totally different characters. Purely fiction and have fun!

Book 2 of the Holy Matrimony series ____ Qaraabat meaning relationship, vicinity, nearness,affinity. The story of Yazaan Ibrahim and Warisha Yazaan. Bound by the beautiful bond of Nikkah. But, This was the marriage that was not wanted nor expected. ___________ Yazaan:"We do need to talk. First, me. Why did you agree to this marriage? Were you insane!! ,mana ker deti. Tumhara dimaag ghaas khaaney gaya tha. " Warisha:"Chalao mat mughpey, tumbhi mana ker saktey thay, tumney kyun haan ki. It's all your fault." ___________ She kept lazily gazing at Yazaan, a smile took over her face as she gazed at him, he looked distressed but still he looked like he......like he was the one, didn't make any sense to her but at the same time it did. ___________ It was a new observation for me, because for the first time, I actually observed her as my wife. And it was making my heart go all giddy. I felt like a little boy, who had his first crush. ___________ Warisha: "Tum pagal ho, yeh pata hai na tumhey." Yazaan: "sirf tumharey liye." _____________________________________________________ Can be read as a stand alone. All of my books are just interconnected with each other

● Pages of love ● Tareef main mehboob ki samadar kam pad jaye, Inn Sif'haat - e- Ishq main Kya rakkha hai. ----- This book will contain halal one shots, which would give butterflies in your tummy, would make you forgot how to breath, would make you smile often. Inn sha Allah. _______ If you are reading this story on other platform than wattpad, then you are very likely to be at risk of malware attack. read this book in it's original form only on wattpad by - @RowdyMuslimah. _____

On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to You for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."