Guru, a ruthless gangster loyal to Sanjay Bhai, lives by the rules of the underworld-until fate plays a cruel joke. At his enemy's daughter's wedding, he kidnaps the bride for revenge... only to later discover she's Avni, the enemy's other daughter. Avni, who lived peacefully with her mother far from this brutal world, is pulled into chaos after her mother's death. Returning to her estranged father's home, she never imagined that stepping in for her sister on the wedding stage-to protect her family's honor-would change her life forever. Now forced into a marriage born of hate, trapped in a world she doesn't belong to, Avni must survive among enemies while guarding her heart. But what happens when the man who took everything from her begins to fall for the fire in her eyes? A tale of betrayal, passion, and unexpected love-where revenge was the plan, but destiny had other ideas.

In which a Nawab is torn between love and enmity, and the daughter of his enemy-swept in a web of deceit amidst a blood feud-is trapped by his desire for revenge and lured by his grey eyes. ❝ You have two options: be killed as retribution or be tied to me forever. ❞ A blood feud. Two souls. Intertwined fates. Two families engulfed in darkness, money and greed. A quest for power can lead to ruination. To fall in love is to be led astray. Mehrzads were one of the most influential family in the country, and in Dashkor, they were royals. When the sister of the Mehrzad Nawab is attacked by a Bakhtiar, one of their rivals, all hell breaks loose. The Nawab of Dashkor, Faris Mehrzad Shah, seeking vengeance, is prepared to cross any limits. Ghazal Bakhtiar has led a quiet, some would argue, sheltered life. Having a younger brother destined to follow the path of her father, and being the younger, second daughter, she lives in the world of her own ambitions, away from political intrigues and family drama. While her father tries to build an empire, she wants to escape away from her family and chase her own dreams. But for her family, she is too pure, too naive for the cruel world. She has always believed her parents are wrong, and longed for freedom, until one fateful day changes it all. Caught in the crossfire, she soon finds out just how cruel the world can be when she lands in the arms of cruelty personified, that is, the notorious Nawab himself. Will the strings that have bonded them together be colored with more blood or love?

I stare at him horrified. it couldn't happen my life was already ruined, and I don't want it to be ruined any further. No! It can't happen! I screamed in my head and clutched my head with both of my hands. "No. I don't want this" I whisper shaking visibly. "Adiba... please calm down... listen I want to tell you something.. just calm down" he tried to calm me down in a very gentle voice but how can I? did he forget what he did to me? if he then I will remind him. I look up at him and wipe my tears furiously and clean my face. sighing I said. "I want to abort" I exclaimed and his gentle face turned into his usually angry face. "What the f*ck did you say?" he yelled and take step toward me. but I didn't flinch this time and matched his angry face with mine. "I said I want to abort this sinful thing!" I screamed at top of my lungs. "Shut the fu*k up, Adiba! this is not a thing and not sinful at all" he screamed back grabbing my both arms. and I gave him hateful glared "It is! did you forget you RAPE me!" I screamed and he suddenly left my arms and hurt made its way to his eyes. "Did you forget you RAPE a married woman" I yelled grabbing his collar. "I didn't! But still, it's not a sinful thing Adiba... it's our... It's our halal child... Your my.. my WIFE Adiba!" He said his voice cracking and a lone tear escaped his eyes and I was staring at him like he lost his mind. How can I be his wife? I am already married to someone else. ****** #1 in emotional. 15/10/2020 #2 in emotional. 18/10/2020 #1 in obsession 11/03/2021 #1 in Muslim 11/03/2021

"What happened to you?" I asked and she looked away from me. "No... nothing" she stuttered I can tell she was crying. "You were crying?" I asked more like stated and she shook her head. "Isha... if you're upset because of what you saw in the morning then you sho.. shouldn't be" I said in the end stuttering. "I shouldn't be?" She asked innocently. And now her eyes filled up with tears. "She is my wife isha" I reasoned and she gives me sad smiled. "So am I" she whispered and tear escaped her eyes and turned to other side making me froze on my place. In those 2 years, this is the first time Isha said that she is my wife. Even I never acknowledge her as my wife. We hide this from everyone. We never behaved nor we asked each other that we are husband and wife and we want rights. So hearing Isha mentioning her as my wife makes me feel something in my heart which I never felt for her before. It makes me feel that I'm standing here with my 2nd secret wife. ******** "Mai bhale hi sirf tumhara nahi hun, par tum sirf meri ho. SIRF. MERI. Mrs Isha Arshad malik (i may not only yours. But you are mine. Only mine. Mrs Isha Arshad malik)" ******** Isha Abdullah. a beautiful 17-year-old girl. She lives in a small village. A village where girl treated like trash. She lost her mother when she born. Her father married another woman cause he wanted to give his daughter the love of a mother. But her fate gave her witch disguise by mother. She lost her father at the age of 12 and after that, her stepmother makes her life hell. Arshad Malik. A handsome kind 25 years old man. Happily Married man. He loves his wife. He married his college sweetheart when he was 23. He lived in Dubai with his wife cause of his business. They both came to their home town for some business but that led Arshad to married Isha. So how they got married and how they will hide their marriage from the world.

"This is Rumaan's child" I heard mama said. I didn't look up at her. I keep my head lowered. because I didn't have the courage to face her. "This is not my child," he said abruptly. I looked at him with wide eyes. I was beyond shocked. What he just said. Did I hear him right? No, he can't say that. How can he? But as he looked away from me, my heart beats stopped. my breath hitched. And that's where he broke me completely "HOW DARE YOU RUMAAM" mama yelled and slapped him. "Mama..." he was shocked that his mother slapped him " don't call me mama.," she yelled and was about to hit him again but I stopped her "no mama," I said and they all turned to me I slowly get up and went in front of them " he's right.. this is not his child" I put my hand on my stomach and said I had tears in my eyes but I did not let them fall in front of him whom I loved with my everything because now I was tired of crying for his love. I was blind. Blind by love but not anymore. Everyone looked at me shocked even Rumaan couldn't believe what I just said ★★★ Hana Rafeeq Mirza a beautiful innocent kind-hearted 20 years old girl Everyone loves cared and respect her but the one she loves since childhood her cousin her love of life, didn't love her neither he respects her. Rumaan Ahmed Mirza a hot handsome and flirt 23 years old boy. He was famous as a playboy in America. He never cared for those things which he gets easily and that's what Hana whom he got so easily. And he just wanted to get rid of her at any cost. He knew that Hana was crazy for him that's why he always took her advantage. Will Rumaan ever realize his mistakes or if he realised it will be too late??? Want to know?? Yes? Then join their journey with me Warning: this is my first story and English is not my mother tongue. so it maybe has a lot of grammar mistakes. So read it at your own risk Started: 26/1/2020 Finished:16/6/2020 #1 in heartbreak #4 in betrayal #3 in spiritual #1 in innocent #1 in spiritual

He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

Their marriage was built on family ties, not love or at least, that's what he believed. To him, it was a responsibility. To her, it was everything. She entered the marriage with a heart full of hope, believing that one day, he might return her love. But Zayan Malik had long buried his ability to feel, to connect especially with someone who looked at him with such quiet devotion. Seeing that hope in her eyes, he pulled away not out of cruelty, but to protect her from the hollowness inside him. What he didn't realize was that his silence, his absence, his indifference... would shatter her heart more deeply than any harsh word ever could. And when he left without a goodbye, she thought the pain had reached its peak. Until she discovered she was carrying his child.

"I was willing to become the villain in her life if it meant I could call her mine." *** An accidental run-in with the city's infamous criminal brings Hayat Azhar right in front of the barrel of a gun. If that wasn't bad enough, things get worse when she accidentally slaps the university's popular senior with her samosa's spicy sauce on her first day. And just like that, two different personalities, a snobbish rich boy and a notorious expert criminal, develop a similarity - a common target; Her. [a pakistani inspired novel set in pakistan]

#1- hate love #2- mumbai #3-forced "Samridhi," Naina said my name with excitement. " What happened, why are you shouting, "I asked her. "My marriage got fixed " she again shouted. "Damn my ears" I groaned. " Ooh my god with whom, "I asked excitingly. " Abhimanyu Singhania" " No this can't happen" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " call the bride " Priest said. "Call naina where is she, " Chacha Ji asked. "There she is, " Chachi Ji said. " now groom will take the hand of the bride" Priest said. As Abhimanyu takes my hand in his he comes closer and whispers in my ears "welcome to my world Samridhi". Started 21-4-2021 Completed 9-6-2021 The pictures are used are from Pinterest belongs to their rightful owner.

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)