Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

Couple 1 She : I love you He : I don't love you She : tum ne sirf mera pyar deakha ha nafrat aur junooniyat nhi He : because i want to only see your love my soon to be wify 😏 2nd couple He : why are you this much ready go and clean your face only i have right to see you like that . She : can't he see i have only applied a lipstick and mascara this my natural beauty .(but can she say this on his face no ,she can only say this only in her mind because she know she can't face jinn) Jinn means ghost 👻 3rd couple She : kitna handsome ha haye Sune (mean listen) He : yes sister She : sister toba toba who call his soon to be wife sister He : who is my soon to be wife She : Me He : wahh but i don't know you 😕 She : to know eachother we have whole life , or we can exchange number also 😉 He : have some shame don't you have a father and brother She : yes i have but I don't have a husband😉 Couple 4 He : hey sweetheart pink suit you She : youu flirter don't you know how to talk with your cousin and you can't not flirt with your cousin sisters He : i know how to talk with my cousin sister but darling I only flirt with you not with them She : i am also your cousin si.. He : stop there sweetheart don't you dare to complete the sentence you are my soon to be fiance not my cousin sis 😤 English is not my first language so ignore mistakes Hay! This is my first book its completely imaginary so don't mind .

Every love story has its battlefield. Mina was the clumsy intern who caught the wrath of Dr. Haider, the hospital's cold, perfectionist surgeon. He swore he'd make her regret choosing medicine-never realizing her chaos would undo him. Roheen was sweetness itself. Wajdan, the new Chief Minister, was power and fire. One look at her and he was hers. The only problem? She was a Jatoi. Their love was forbidden, destined to burn like Romeo and Juliet. And then there was Farhad, the sunshine boy, the perfect gentleman. Layhla had always been his best friend-until another girl came into his life, and she realized friendship had always been love. Three hearts. Three wars. One truth: love never plays fair.

You have all read this before: a rich, cold boss meets a young, hopeful employee....Contract marriage.... Slow burn.... You know the drill. This is not that story. This is my take on an overused genre but stripped of the glamour and clichés, and rebuilt from the ground up with raw, human feeling.Forget the flawless billionaire and the damsel in distress. Meet two erred humans: a man so hollowed by his own success that he is bargaining for his family's return and reclaiming his ancestral property and a woman whose ambition is both her greatest strength and her most vulnerable wound... ...He was supposed to be using her to rebuild his past and reclaim his fortune. She was supposed to be using him to build her dreams . But does life work like that? Can human being really plan their fate? In the fragile ecosystem they built in the basis of transactions,a dangerous feeling forced them to question whether the prize they had been fighting for was the one they truly needed? Their contract was clear from the beginning but their hearts had no clues that it was A Risky pact.

"Mr. Shukla, I heard you need a bride, how about me?" Betrayed by her fiancé, Shehnaaz turned to the billionaire president and asked him to marry her. To her surprise, Mr. Shukla agreed and helped her regain her dignity. The marriage was a turning point in her life. The future of Shehnaaz remained uncertain... Full of drama story.... Not mine

When Aaliya Khan runs away from her arranged marriage for true love, her family is left in disgrace. To save them from shame, her quiet sister Shehnaaz is married off to the abandoned groom, Sidharth - a man burning with anger and pride. Bound by duty, Shehnaaz enters a cold marriage where trust is shattered before it begins. But her silence hides a strong heart that slowly breaks Sidharth's walls. As one sister fights the world for her love, the other discovers that sometimes love finds you where you least expect it - even in a marriage born out of betrayal.

"There was a story I once heard... that every soul has a butterfly tied to it. Mine was Sabreena. Her wings kept me alive. And the day her wings stop... so will I." ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣ Azlaan raised walls around Sabreena, shielding her from every shadow. For him, she was life itself - untouchable, sacred, forever his 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 He was her 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. Sabreena worshipped him, breathed him, loved him in ways he could never allow himself to. To her, he was not cousin, not guardian but the only man she ever wanted. Between his restraint and her hunger lies a war. How far will she go to make him hers? How long can he fight the darkness when she is both his weakness and his ruin? Behkaawa - a story of love so forbidden, it can only end in fire. ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣

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Bigg boss 13 fiction where shehnaaz gill is a wild card and secret admirer of sidharth shukla❤️ From fan to soulmate, the journey is unique in it's own way ! * The story has raw and detailed emotions which one can feel while falling in love* Love is not as smooth as it looks, but if love is true then it wins against every odd! Let's see, how Sidharth and Shehnaaz connected through the bigg boss and how that connection converted into pure love ✨ Also, this story is a piece of my heart, my dream as A SidNaazian. This book is special for me and I hope it will make my readers smile ❤️

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."