A simple short story filled with love 💕 #2 in lovestories 30/12/19

‎اسرار asrār Keeping secret; concealment, suppression; secrecy, secret, mystery

"He was danger wrapped in power. She was silence wrapped in blue eyes." In the Khan khandaan, power was inherited before love ever had the chance to exist. For years, the minister's chair belonged to the family. Politics ran through their blood, control lived in their walls, and loyalty was valued more than happiness. Then he came back. After four years abroad, twenty-one-year-old Haider Zarrar Ali Khan returns to reclaim his place as the next Sardar of the family empire. cold, feared, dangerously intelligent, and carrying enough darkness to make people lower their eyes when he walks into a room. But the girl he left behind is no longer fourteen. Ayzal Rehmat Ali Khan is eighteen now. Quiet. Soft-spoken. The kind of girl who learned how to shrink herself to fit everyone else's comfort. She never asks for anything. Never complains. Never raises her voice. Until him. Because the moment Haider sees her again, something shifts. And obsession is a dangerous thing inside a house already filled with secrets, politics, control, power struggles, forced choices, and a love that should never have happened in the first place. Especially when Ayzal's father would rather burn the world down than hand his daughter to Haider. But some love stories don't begin with destiny. They begin with destruction. ✦ TROPES: Political Dark Romance Cousin Romance Obsession Possessive MMC Quiet FMC Hate To Love Arranged Marriage Family Politics & Power Games "Touch Her & Die" Energy He Fell First & Harder Slow Burn with Fast Pace Urdu/Hindi Dialogues Emotional Damage (free of cost) ✦ WARNING: This story contains mature themes, strong language, emotional intensity, manipulation, political violence, unhealthy obsession, and scenes not suitable for younger readers. Read responsibly. Or don't. Haider probably won't care anyway.

Stood Third place winner in romance category of STARLIGHT AWARDS! Previously known as "Making her mine" "Get ready . You have only 20 mins". He ordered with dominance in his voice. " for what?" she asked in a low voice . "for nikkah.." "whose nikkah?" "your nikkah" he said casually. "my nikkah? what are you saying I can't marry I am already engaged with someone I love and besides who the are you to decide my wedding?" she roared with anger clenching his collar in her tiny hands. Tears were rolling on her cheeks. "Don't make it difficult sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you but you are getting out of control.Behave yourself and I m sending beautician here. She will make you ready ." he said trying to not sound angry but he was . "whom I m getting married to?" she asked in a low whisper. "Does it matter?" she looked at him shocked. "well if you want to know than listen you are getting married to me .." "YOU ARE A RUTHLESS MONSTER WHO HAVE NO MERCY I HATE YOU I LOATHE YOU ". He turned and went out of the room closing the door with a heavy sigh. she broke down into tears and sat on ground covering herself with her hands. ________ This is a story of a mafia leader who fell in love with a girl at first sight and compelled to make her his at any cost. what will the girl do when he will marry her forcefully? what will happen when her all decisions of hating him and making his life a living hell went in vain and by passings days and nights with him under same roof she started to have feelings for him? A story of love ,hate , friendship with happy ending..

••|3rd in Arranged Series|•• Can be read as a standalone I always find myself getting mesmerized by him. And today is no different. As I come into the corridor leading to the swimming pool with his favorite fresh orange juice, I am stunned by the sight in front of me. Stun is perhaps a small word. I am shocked, surprised, dazed, hypnotized, and bewitched by it. Do I do something really good in a while? Maybe Allah sometimes gives you a ton even without that. My prayers, my fascination, and my mind has always been filled with him. No doubt, I was lucky enough to behold this scene. My blood gets frozen in my veins as it can't even bring a blush to my cheeks. I am in an enchantment. He just performs a butterfly stroke and the way his beautiful and muscular back contrasts with the blue water, makes my jaw drop. He finally gets done with his daily swimming time and comes out of the water. His wet hair is stuck to his scalp and forehead. The water is dribbling through his hair, eyelids, and attractive beard. My breath gets stuck in my throat when he sweeps his hair away by his veiny hands. Allah, this is too much. When he stands up, his bare, sturdy, and muscular chest was all I can see. He grabs the towel and dries his body with it. When he reaches near me, I mum. He is just in his swimming shorts, looking so handsome. He is in his full glory and that is my weak point. "Earth to, Glasses." He snaps his fingers in front of her face. "I know I am a sight to behold but your eyes might get tired like this." The blood finally starts moving again. A flush soon creeps on my cheeks as he takes the glass of juice from me which causes his fingers to brush against my hand. I am doomed. That is for sure. Start Date: 04.03.2024 End Date: 31.05.2024

••|4th in Arranged Series|•• Can be read as a standalone Seeing an annoying smirk over his gorgeous face, her whole body simmers with unscathed fire. "Hear me out carefully now," she murmurs, wanting to grasp his attention from his irritable phone to her. He raises a brow in confusion. "Since we are at it and we can't help but accept this arrangement, let's make some rules which you should put in your dumbass head as soon as possible. We can't go against---" He rolls his eyes. "Cut the slack and come to the point. I don't have a whole day for you." She folds her arms around her chest and scowls at him. "Rule no 1: You aren't going to call me by any lecherous nickname." He shrugs his shoulders. "I ain't dying to do that either. Get out of your high hopes." She glowers at his annoyance but again comes to the point. "Rule no 2: We aren't supposed to wear any kind of adornment which could portray as we are linked to one another." "Zero wish," he spats. "Rule no 3: If any of them would expect us to fulfill any demand, we should know our answer in response. We won't do anything which the other party doesn't want. It's all a drama. Do you understand?" She asks, wanting to confirm it. He nodded. "Understood. I have one ambiguity. Rules won't apply if we both want to break them. Right?" And it takes all her self-control not to land a spicy slap across this idiot smug's cheek. Start Date: 17.12.2024 End Date: 22:10.2025

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[THIS STORY WILL BECOME FREE ON THE 5th OCTOBER 2023] Fara's husband, the Prince of Azura, is murdered and she's enslaved by his killer, Theodan, a warrior fighting a war he doesn't believe in - until her. ***** Following the assassination of her husband and the invasion of the kingdom of Azura, Princess Fara is forced to go into hiding. She disguises herself as a lowly servant, determined to escape the war-torn capital, only to catch the eye of Theodan, the commander of the invading army that killed her family. Taken as his slave and a spoil of war, the last thing Fara expects is the forbidden connection that grows between them, compelling Theodan to protect her at any cost. But when Theodan discovers her true identity puts a target on her back, he will have to decide between saving the woman he loves, and betraying all he has ever known. [Wattys' Shortlist] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

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.