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

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 - The powerful and disciplined heir of Khan Villa. A man of few words, built on control, responsibility, and restraint. The perfect son, the respected CEO - calm, composed, and always in command of himself. But behind those steady eyes lies a storm he never lets out... a man who chose silence over vulnerability, control over chaos - especially when it comes to her. 𝑨𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒌 - The innocent heartbeat of Shaik Villa. A soft-spoken, chocolate-loving girl who still believes in fairytales and wears her dupatta like a crown. Adored by everyone, protected by her brothers - a gentle soul with quiet strength hidden beneath her innocence. She may look delicate, but her heart carries a softness that feels deeply... and a silence that holds more than she ever says. Bound by a nikkah no one speaks of, separated by years and silence... their worlds collide again - where unspoken rights turn into undeniable claims, and a quiet girl becomes the center of a man's controlled chaos. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. Not everything is meant to look perfect from the start - dynamics, emotions, and relationships evolve with time. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬, and the story focuses on their journey beyond just numbers. If certain themes or dynamics aren't your preference, that's completely okay 🤍 ⚠️ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 This story is my little world, where I set the rules and let the drama unfold 😌✨ If you're here to enjoy, buckle up for feels, drama, and twists. If you came to hate... scroll, breathe, and move on 👏😏 Loyal readers, get ready - Zayden & Arshiya's story isn't for the faint-hearted 😉💥 [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....