"Why... why are you here?" she asked, her voice shattering. I frowned. The question caught me off guard. Did she truly not know? I took a step closer. She flinched, but I reached out and placed two fingers beneath her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. "Because you are in my room." I stated slowly. "And you are my wife." She stopped breathing. Her oceanic eyes went wide as the realization crashed into her. She hadn't married the old, decaying King. She had married me. I watched the shock turn into a new kind of panic. A strange, dark amusement flared in my chest, mingling with a sudden, intense possessiveness. I dropped my hand from her chin and gripped her waist, pulling her forward until her soft body was flushed against the hard planes of my chest. She gasped, her hands resting against my chest to keep her balance. I could smell her-salt and fear-and I knew she could smell the sandalwood and the copper of my blood. "You really wanted to marry my Father?" I murmured into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "Perhaps you're disappointed. It is our first night. Let me have some fun now."

A witty Muslim, a hot cop, a hilarious band of friends, and a psycho killer. What could go wrong? * * * Meet Sajdaa Taha. A sassy, hilarious, and intelligent seventeen year old Muslimah. Being a Muslim in a society where majority of the people see Muslims as terrorists has got to be hard. It gets worse when Sajdaa starts to receive letters and texts from a psychopathic killer terrorizing her town. When authorities refuse to believe her, Sajdaa is forced to track down the killer and put a stop to the madness or else the people she loves might be killed. It doesn't help that the cop she's working with is the extremely attractive Officer Malik, who seems to have taken a special interest in her. Join Sajdaa and her friends on their hysterical journey to find a bloodthirsty killer who will stop at nothing to see them dead. •Cover made by @soundthealarm• [Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual]

It was supposed to be a joke. A stupid prank by his mischievous friends. One signature on a piece of paper, nothing more. But the paper wasn't fake. And the joke turned into reality. Now Inanya Rayyan Alvi is legally married to Zavian Azlan Shah - the one man she swore she hated, the one who never took her feelings seriously. She fell for him first, but he rejected her without mercy. She moved on, gain confidence, learned to ignore him. Until fate - and a prank - bound them forever. She's furious. He's guilty. They're enemies. They're husband and wife. But when Zavian realizes what he almost lost, will he fight to keep her? Or will the prank that ruined everything... become the love story neither of them expected?

"You want to go find your brother, and I want to find my best friend. Since you're crazy and do dangerous things you can't go alone. Since I have no clue where to start or even how to, I can't go alone." "And since us together alone is haram..." "we marry and go together. Simple." He finishes off, a cocky smirk appearing on his face. --- Little did I know, that 'simple' would go a long way from its meaning. From crazy adventures, pretend loving, to hints of jealousy, that simple travelled further than ever. -------- #Muslim #ThatsWhyTheWholeMarriageThing Caution: Hearts May Explode Due to Some Scenes XD Extended summary inside*

⛦ ⛦ ⛦ 「 A strangers to lovers story where for once, the man teaches the woman what love truly is 」 ⛦ Sarim Rehman CEO of Rehman Designs,deeply grounded in the belief that love is the most meaningful kind of success. Raised by parents who built an empire and a life together,Sarim dreams of love like theirs. ⛦ Mehrunisa Durani Owner of her self made brand Mehr,infamous for her emotionless self. Raised in the shadow of a broken marriage that turned her childhood home into a war zone,she is convinced love is nothing more than a distraction or worse,a trap. What happens when both join hands for a project that she solely sees as a partnership with benefits but he has other plans. ⛦ ⛦ ⛦

Isha Rahmani and Arzen Amin Kaif Ma Baynana (What exists between us) "In the silence between us, love waited... and learned how to bleed." Tropes: Marriage in Name Only Slow Burn to Wildfire Emotionally Repressed Hero Touch-Starved Hero × Brave, Calm Wife She Makes the First Move Trauma-Bonded Yet Emotionally Distant Scarred Hero (Literally + Figuratively) Only One Bed (Eventually) Begging Without Words Protective Cold Hero

Meet Zoya Haider , a young woman with a huge heart, an irrepressible spirit, huge ass insecurities. and a few little secrets : Secrets that she pledged never to tell . Because that's what secrets are for. Until she sits on a flight to Islamabad, reluctantly to attend the wedding which she was lowkey avoiding. And during a slight turbulence which didn't feel slight to her-nervous-flyer-self, she founds herself spilling the secrets (she thought was going to take to her grave) to a handsome but a rude stranger on a plane. Why are handsome men , such jerks? A question which Zoya pounders upon while she sits with him spilling her guts out. He was a stranger. He was supposed to be a stranger...Until she comes face-to-face with him on the wedding she didn't want to attend. Just her luck the handsome jerk who knows more about her than her parents and friends combined is none other than Irtaza Haider Awan . The groom's cousin, come best friend, aka the best man if there was any in desi weddings. A man who knows every single humiliating detail about her. What happens when she have to spend two weeks and look at him knowing he know stupid stuff about her? What happens when her insecurities are slapped in her face by none other than the person she told them to ? How is supposed to recover when all her secrets come out? Join Zoya and Irtaza as they attend a wedding they both were avoiding . Only to find that it wasn't bad at all? Or was it ? URDU TRANSLATIONS AVAILABLE

ishqnama- a tale of thorns and moonlight 🌙 Shehzadi Zerlish Zameer Ali Shah and Shehzada Kaivan Jalal-ud-din -Fictional Region of Punjab, Pakistan - Late 19th Century

"You're late," Mehrish uttered. Her voice was even. He glanced at his watch. "I had an emergency call. You're the least important thing on my calendar today." He stated it flat. "Good," she replied. "Then I won't waste it. I need this said face to face." He signaled the waiter with two fingers. "Coffee. Black." Then he looked at her. His eyes stayed on her nose ring for long. "Say it." Mehrish folded her hands on the table. Her knuckles were white. "Tell everyone you're not interested. Tell everyone that you refuse this rishta. Say it clearly. In front of them." "And why would I do that?" He asked, leaning back in the chair. Then he smiled. It wasn't a kind smile. It was the same smile he used in boardrooms when someone asked for a discount he wouldn't give. "You want me to perform a rejection for you. That's a lot of drama for a girl I met twice." "It's not drama," Mehrish countered. "It's closure. For both of us." "There is no us," He declared. "So there's nothing to close. I'll handle things my way." Mehrish exhaled through her nose. "Your way is silence" He finally took a sip of coffee. It was too hot. He didn't react. "You want a clear no? You have it. I'm not marrying you. That's honest." "Honest would be saying it to her face," Mehrish insisted. She stood up. The couple at table five looked up. "But you won't. Because it's easier to let me be the bad guy." "Mehrish," He called out. He stood too but didn't follow. "Don't walk out like this. We're having a conversation." "No," she shot back. "We're not. I asked once. You refused. I'm done requesting" She turned and walked towards the door. Then she stopped. She didn't turn all the way. Just her head, just enough for him to see her profile. The whole café seemed to hold its breath. Mehrish's voice dropped. Low. "Suno" (listen) He turned his head. His eyes met hers, but stopped at the nose ring. Mehrish delivered it once. Clear. Cold. "Bhad me jao tum" (you just go to hell)

She hates him . Or she believes so. He hates her . Or he claims to. She says she dislikes his presence. He ignores her entire existence. They can't stand each other . Or they pretend so . Is it hate ? Or is it the passion which burns hard. Is it love that is blossoming between them so hard ? Join in the story of Anam and Haider to find out. Haider Farooq x Anam Baig Grumpy x Sunshine Professor x Student Age gap Arrange marriage He fell first and hard. Note that it is the third book in the series. It can also be read as a standalone. The first two books are ' His Cuore' and ' Her surgeon' . You can read them for a better experience. Enjoy.