Book 1 of the Second Chances Series #43 in spiritual as of December 2017 #6 in muslimlovestory as of July 2018 All her life, Mariam Waseem had been told that she will be marrying Rehan Khan, her childhood friend, and her father's business partner's son. Rehan and Mariam fell in love with each other at the tender age of 17 and 14 respectively. Now 23 and 20, they're waiting for Mariam to complete her graduation, only a few months away to finally be married. So, when Mariam is told that she is to be married to Zeyad Ali, a business colleague of her father's instead of Rehan, she is devastated. Not only is he 10 years her senior, but has a 5 months old son, Zahaan left behind by his deceased wife. He's not very friendly and definitely not her age. But, she had to admit that he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. With light green eyes, copper hair, and height that reached 6'2 he was even better looking than Rehan. But, being the obliging, good daughter that she was, she agreed to marry him. Not because he was well off or good looking. No. But, because she was a good woman and wanted his little boy to have a mother. Find out what happens when these two completely different people are tied together in an arranged marriage. Add to it an adorable son, a former lover, and of course three families. Will she be able to break through Zeyad's tough exterior and gain his love? all the while trying to be a good mother to their son, Zahaan. Or will it take her everything? And leave her with nothing. Started: June 2017 Completed: January 2019 Edited : In the process Warning ⚠️ This book contains a poorly written yet amazing plot because it was written by an 18 year old me. I am not the same person with the same beliefs anymore I DO NOT OWN any of the pictures! The cover photo belongs to Mr. Gautam Kullar. This is my original work, please do not try to steal it. I have the copyrights.

⟢𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 3⟢ "In a world where I wasn't allowed to be seen, he was the only one who looked at me softly." I never understood why Professor Izmair Raiyesi noticed me at all. I wasn't special. I wasn't bold. I wasn't even free. I was simply trying to survive a marriage where silence was safer than speaking, where leaving home for my scholarship felt like the only breath I was allowed each day. But he saw me anyway-quietly, carefully, as if the act itself was dangerous. He never crossed a line, never let a single word slip beyond what was appropriate. Yet in every controlled glance, every measured moment, there was something I couldn't name... something he tried harder than anyone to hide. Because he doesn't belong to me. And I belong to someone else. But desire doesn't ask for permission. It simply fractures, softly, silently, in all the places we try to keep whole

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

When Shahyaan loses his wife while giving birth, his world shatters, leaving him to care for their newborn alone. Inayat, his best friend, offers an unexpected promise - she'll marry him, not for love, but to bring stability and warmth back into their lives. Amid grief, responsibilities, and uncertain hearts, their marriage begins as a pact... but could love quietly find its way in? Tropes: •Single Dad •Friends to Lovers •Marriage of Convenience •Slow Burn Romance •Soft Romance with a twist of dark romance •Secrets •Bold she shy he •Romcom

Hasna and Aarhan have been married for four years. It wasn't love at first sight-it wasn't even love at all. An arranged marriage turned into a comfortable routine, with their two-year-old daughter Afrah filling their home with laughter. Aarhan Baig is everything Hasna expected him to be: calm, reserved, a man of few words but steady actions. He's a CEO in the world outside, but at home, he's just "Baba"-the man who gives bear hugs that swallow their daughter whole. Possessive, protective, quietly affectionate... he is hers in ways he never says out loud. Hasna, graceful and quiet to the world, hides a playful heart only Afrah ever sees. To everyone else, she is composed. To her husband, she is his niqabi wife-beautiful, the epitome of grace, and his alone. They are comfortable. They are content. But beneath that comfort lies the question they've both avoided-what does it mean to truly love each other? This is not a story of falling in love at first sight. It's the story of falling in love slowly... after the "happily ever after."

- Sara and Raza "He saw the beauty she spent her whole life hiding from." --- In a quiet corner of Islamabad, a soft-hearted artist and a duty-bound army officer enter an arranged marriage neither of them fully chose - but slowly, gently, they choose each other. A story of insecurities, unspoken tenderness, and the kind of love that sees beyond skin. This is about healing. And the beauty that never needed fixing.

Innocent Bride follows Zara, a shy and loyal young woman, and Rehman, a dominant, obsessive man who becomes her husband. Their story unfolds in a world of wealth, tradition, and intense passion, where romance, family, and domestic life intertwine with suspense and drama. From intimate morning routines to lavish weddings, from the joys of motherhood to the tension of a kidnapping, Zara and Rehman navigate love, trust, and possessiveness. Family bonds, cultural rituals, and the couple's evolving relationship form the heart of this story, exploring devotion, obedience, and the pleasures and trials of marriage. Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content. The male lead is obsessive and controlling, and the heroine is submissive and loyal. Reader discretion is advised.

WARDA AHSAN AGE - 19 DAVYAN ZAFAR KHAN AGE -25

𝑨 𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒌𝒂𝒉 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 - 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬. 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 is the powerful heir of Khan Villa and the respected CEO of Khan Industries. A man who believes control is strength, silence is protection, and emotions are nothing but distractions. Calm, composed, and admired by all, he has spent years building walls no one has ever dared to cross. 𝑨𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒌 is the innocent heartbeat of Shaik Villa. Soft-spoken, kind, and deeply rooted in faith, she finds joy in life's simplest moments. Protected by her brothers and cherished by her family, she has always believed that even the hardest hearts can soften with sincerity. Bound by a nikkah no one speaks of, and separated by years of silence, fate brings them face to face once again. What begins as distance slowly turns into silent rights, unspoken claims, lingering glances, and emotions that refuse to stay buried. She becomes the only person who unsettles his perfect control. He becomes the man who unknowingly teaches her that love isn't always spoken - it is protected, sacrificed, and quietly lived. Some promises survive. Some bonds remain. Some love lasts. [𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚_𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐳]

Gulaab mukhtar khan ; the girl with a bubbly personality; who's laugh and giggles lighten the dark world around her , her beauty was the exact manifestation of her name ; she was the Apple of everyone's eyes , experiencing happiness all her life , she never knew the harsh reality of world untill a certain man with deep black eyes entered her life , uninvited ! and caused a havoc ... Ebek Sherdil awarkzai ; the rising young narcisstic politician, who never cared for anyone in his life , not even his parents; untill he caught the sight of an innocent 19 year old girl , he still don't know what intrigued him , what was so different about her ? He takes whatever his heart desires and he's planing to claim that girl as his own whether by love or by force....