When an overprotected blind woman meets an injured war veteran, an unexpected love blossoms between them, altering the course of their young lives in unpredictable ways. Connor Wright doesn't feel like he has a place in the world he risked his life to protect. Depressed and misunderstood by those trying to help him, he is slowly sinking into himself - until he meets her. Olivia Harris, a young woman without sight, who somehow manages to see him better than he sees himself. As their budding friendship slowly and passionately grows into something more, they must wrestle with their own personal demons if they want to hold on to a relationship that neither might believe they deserve, but that will transform their lives forever.

Mehrbano is a kind enthusiastic girl entrapped in a loveless marriage with a cold man Ehan Haider. She had fully invested herself in her marriage but she got nothing but pain. She never knew her heart would be shattered into pieces. She: You have my heart. He: Heartbreak is a heavy burden to carry. Read the story to know what's going to be their future?

I thought I had the perfect marriage. Then I caught my husband lying. Vidyut said it was just business. That the woman he was meeting meant nothing. But lies have a way of unraveling, and when I discovered she was his ex- the one he never told me about-my world shattered. I saw something that ripped my heart out. Then the pictures surfaced. Him and her. Reunited. That was the moment I walked away. But Vidyut? He's not letting me go. Not without a fight. And now, the man who broke me is ready to grovel-to ruin his pride, his reputation, even himself-just to win me back. But some betrayals cut too deep. And I don't know if love is enough to fix this.

I was never supposed to marry him. I was never supposed to carry his child. I was just... the backup plan. Jyoti was never his first choice - just a stand-in bride after her cousin disappeared. But four months into a distant marriage, two pink lines force them to face a future neither planned. She's soft but stubborn. He's cold but cracking. And life? It's about to get messy. --- ((One thing, everyone. I wrote this book in a Bangladeshi aesthetic. So I kind of wanted to keep the vibe as the originally Bangladeshi novel genre. That's why I avoided writing explicit scenes. THIS IS NOT A SMUT. It's purely emotional. Anyways, hope you guys will enjoy it.))

Sulphite by Noor Rajput: Title: Sulphite - Roman Urdu Translation Description: "Sulphite," written by [ Noor Rajpot ], is a gripping tale filled with suspense, love, and intense emotions. This is an unofficial Roman Urdu translation, and all credits go to the original author. My aim is to bring this captivating story to a wider audience who love thrilling and emotionally driven narratives. Follow the twists and turns of this unforgettable story and get lost in the world of complex characters and their intertwined fates. "Sulphite" (Zindagi ke sath pehron ki Kahani) story based on the unique story, Islamic, singer hero, hijabi-heroin, Muslim-scholar, university mate, abroad, science, Romantic, stubborn-hero and much other knowledge you can gain from it. Please note: This translation is for entertainment and educational purposes only, with immense respect to the original work.

☀︎︎𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈☀︎︎ #3 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒖 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊 #12 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂 #20 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 "Leave my hand, it's hurting."Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to get rid off of his deadly grip on her wrist. "Why? When he holds your hand you don't tell him to back off, Huh?" Tightening his grip on her, Murad seethed. The pain which he was causing her was intolerable, tears fell down from those hazel orbs on her pale cheeks as she wished for a certain pair of sea blue eyes to come and save her from this tormentor. "He is my husband! He has every right on me as I have on him." Hazaan yelled at him as anger started welling up in her body, slowly replacing the fear. "Oh, Accha. Now, he is your husband then who am I to you? Did you forget what we had.." the words got strangled in his throat and a loud noise took place in the room making a pin drop silence which shocked the daylights of Murad as he never expected the timid, extrovert and bubbly girl to strike him hard, across the face. "You were a mistake and you'll always be one! I was so blind in your trap which you called 'love' to not see a cold blooded brute." Hazaan gritted out the words not knowing what the outcome of her honesty would cost her. Fury and rage was all he felt towards her. He jerked off his grip on her and pushed Hazaan to the wall harshly, making her yelp as her head started throbbing in pain. Murad wrapped his fingers on her throat and pressed his fingers more firmly which caused her to squirm in his hold for the oxygen. His next words were not for which Hazaan was prepared for. "You are mine Hazaan! YOU.ARE.MINE. If I can't have you then no one can..." were the last words heard by her before everything went black.

When Aarohi Singh loses everything in her life, metaphorically and literally, she finds herself turning to nowhere but her bestfriends house for shelter. For a home. Buried deep within study loans, completing her MBA, and looking for a job, she needs to save the last of her last pennies to at least rent a house in New Delhi. But a job comes with a degree, and there are still six months left for that. The best friend is about to get married, and there's none house better than that of an upcoming wedding one to stay. She can keep her share of secrets, and still live there without having to explain what had went wrong in her life. For how long though is the question when your best friend's brother is not only someone who gets on your nerves, but also someone so beautiful that you can't resist as much as you try. Kabir Verma. Graphical engineer. Living a bachelor's life in Bangalore. A simple sorted guy. At least that's what he thought before meeting Aarohi when he arrived home prior three months for his sister's wedding. He had never thought, any one in the world could make your world of emotions as upside down, as Aarohi did his. And he hated every ounce of it. That's what he told himself anyways, until he had figured out, that he can't keep away from her, and she can't resist him for long. But how long could such a forbidden attraction continue, especially in India. Especially when she's your sister's best friend. Especially when it turns into love. Amidst the celebration of an upcoming wedding, feelings get lost, emotions whirl around, romance turns forbidden, and hearts are found.

Yeh nikkah deal hai yaad rahey! Iss baazi mein koi ek bhi haar gya toh? Game over ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Tumhey kia ho gya hai Safoorah? Koi meri Rooh le gya hai! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Tum zindagi ko itna seriously kyoun leti ho? Tum nahi letey? Nahi. Zindagi bhi toh humey serious nai leti ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Kyoun karr raha hai apne saath aisa? Kia kr raha hun mein? Yaad nahi aati uski? Nahi ! ══════•❁❀❁•══════ Ruhaan. Safoorah. Aarish. Zaira. | Four lives: One story | A venture of different cultures, languages, love, friendship, hate, tears, laughters, faith, relations and a deep journey of shaping souls by their own chisels. As Rumi says; Every moment I shape my destiny with the chisel, I'm the carpenter of my own soul. © copyrights belong to Nawaal.