"Memories Of You" Three years of blissful marriage shattered in an instant. An accident erases Anaya's memories of her loving husband Ibrahim Ehsan. But her heart remembers something else - her first love, Ahmed. As past and present collide, love, pain, revenge and betrayal ignite. Will she rediscover her true First love, or will she be forever in betrayal ? Dive into the tangled web of Memories Of You, where the past refuses to stay forgotten. #love #arrangemarriage #forcemarriage #lovetriangle #betryal #nikal #muslimlovestory #loveatfirstsight

Taimoor's long strides closed the distance between him and Amayah. He grasped her wrist, spinning her around to face him. Amayah's eyes widened, her heart racing as Taimoor towered over her, his anger clear. The shawl slipped off her shoulder, falling to the floor. "Is this a joke to you?!" Taimoor's voice boomed, his grip on her arm tightening. The delicate bracelet on her wrist broke, its pieces scattering. Amayah tried to push him away, but Taimoor held firm, his face inches from hers. His blazing eyes made her shiver, and she couldn't meet his gaze. "What...what are you-" Amayah's voice trembled, but Taimoor's roar cut her off. "I've been searching for you everywhere! Why didn't you answer your phone?" His husky voice sent shivers down her spine. Amayah flinched, closing her eyes as tears pricked at the corners. Taimoor pulled her closer, his grip on her waist like a vice. Their faces were inches apart, and Amayah trembled, stuttering, "W-wait... " Taimoor's anger seemed to simmer, his voice low and menacing. "You're playing with fire, Amayah. And you're going to get burned." Join Taimoor Aariz Rajput and Amayah Ahmed Mirza on their journey into the Heart's Labyrinth, where love, suspense and self-discovery await.

A bunch of writing prompts. If you want to put you ideas somewhere but don't want to create a book on it just comment it here. Also, if you want me to write one of these, either comment or vote on that page.

Mon amour Collection of short stories IF I HAD A FLOWER FOR EVERY TIME I THOUGHT OF YOU... I COULD WALK THROUGH MY GARDEN FOREVER. ALFRED TENNY'SON

(Not a fanfiction) Siddharth Singh Rathore, an arrogant billionaire. Ishika Maheswari, an innocent soul. Two opposites arranged together. Their marriage is like the marriage of sun to moon. Siddharth ki siddat, Ishika ka Ishq... Shaadi ka atoot bandhan... With just a few twists... 'Isharth' ki iss cute si love story ka hissa baniye aur 'do anjaane ajnabiyo' ka 'ek rooh, ek Jaan' tak ke safar mi humare saath chaliye. D I S C L A I M E R "Cliche" Is my middle name😉 This story is based in India. Mixed use of Hindi and English ( kyuki Hindi mi feel hai boss ;⁠) Mention of Indian traditions and lots of pictures (none of which is owned by me) Language: Hinglish Status: Completed

Different people, different lives bounded together by thread of fate maybe you can call it destiny. Lazzy Author present you with the series of short stories. Fasten your seat belts tight for a roller coaster ride from the story of Abusive relationship to Romantic ones.

A Collection of Short Stories which mostly contains romance but, along with few amazing twists and thrills! You can expect stories in different genres varying from Romance to Teen Fiction to Spiritual to Mystery! Join the journey of many amazing people in this book and read the fun and love filled stories. #1 in cutecouple #4 in shortstorycollection out of 11.6k #7 in stories out of 50k

this book is collection of short love stories. I hope everyone enjoy my writing.

Zaviyar x Amayra 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 Don't expect anything from me - Amayra I am gonna figure you out, wifey - Zaviyar She hides herself from him; yet she always catches his eyes. She is hopeless while he believes in her. She closes herself from the world not knowing she is someone's world. Everyone saw her happy side but he saw her sad side. She was smiling but he never missed those tears she tries to blink away. Peek inside to see how their imperfect marriage turns into a beautiful bond.

Completed on May 29, 2020. ~ "Ap...." (You....) Muntaha couldn't utter anything else as Faris 'shh'ed her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. Their eyes met in the mirror and they stood staring into each others eyes for what felt like eternity. Muntaha couldn't handle the heat of his gaze anymore and looked down shyly making Faris chuckle. He moved all her hair to one shoulder and tied the tassel at the back. He then saw the golden neclace lying on the table. He had noticed she never took it off, last night she was wearing this necklace even though she had taken off every other jewellery and makeup which made him hide a smile. He picked up the necklace from the table and tied it around her neck. She, who was continuously looking down with her chin touching her chest, looked up when she felt something cold touching her neck. Her eyes again met his and this time she didn't look down. Actually, she couldn't look down as his grey orbs held her green ones captive. Faris then took something out from his pocket and handed it to Muntaha. She looked at her hand in confusion and realised he put some money in her hand. She questioningly looked back at him who kissed her temple and said, "Apna sadqa de dena." (Give your sadqa.) Crimson tinted her cheeks as he left the room leaving his wife in a whirlwind of emotions. The air around her giggled at the mess of a girl who stared at her husband's back with haya surrounding her. ~ This is a story about an 18-year-old girl Muntaha Saleem trying to follow her dreams. She's managing her grades as a scholarship student of a prestigious medical college. She's a know-it-all with a shy but sweet personality. Throw in Faris bin Zayyad Khan, the male version of beauty with brains. He's handsome, he's smart and he knows that. What happens when the both- the alpha male and the not-so-confident wallflower- are tied together in a knot by fate? This is my first story. Give it a try! :)