AAMIR SIKANDAR( age 29) He is a bussinessman who is known for his coldness, straightforwardness and ruthlessness in the bussiness world . what will happen when he marry a young innocent girl to protect her . PARISHAY KHAN ( age 18 ) a young innocent girl , who hasnt faced the world . what happen when she has to live with a coldhearted stranger . ----------- Aamir looked towards usama, and saw him on the flour .he was shot in the chest area .the shot which was meant for aamir . "Usama!" Aamir ran towards him and knelt down beside him . "Aa.. amir listen" usama stuttered "Usama, nothing will happen to you . Just keep your eyes open " aamir said while calling for help . Usama shooked his head ,"lis-ten ... my sis-ter .if some-thing ha..happens to me ....take care of her ." Aamir knew that usama had a sister , but no other relatives . "Give- her your name ..... she -wont be able ... to face the world al-one" usama said while holding aamir's hand . Aamir looked at him questioningly , he knew that usama's sister was young , but he didnt think she wont be able to face the world . " you - will understand , after meeting her" usama said and aamir promised to always be there for her . ( Assalam ualaikum! Hope that you will like this story)

Book #3 in the Fairytale series A minister. A princess. A curious case of their pasts - that intermingle. A ruthless tale. A killing romance. & the two have none to blame. A story of painful rapture. Dreams to chase, & promises to keep. Mature Content. 18 + Gory content. Graphic content. Look inside for full synopsis. Started on - June 12,2022 Ended on - October, 5,2022

Zoya Akram a 24 year old muslim girl living in Pakistan. Has returned to Islambad after finishing her education. She lives in a joint family with her Chachu (Dads younger brother) family and her Paternal grandparents. Her father is on hunt to find her the perfect guy. Her father Akram is a self made business tycoon who loves his daughter unconditionally or so he says. Zayyad Khan , 25 year old and has his own successful textile industry. His grand parents are looking for his bride whilst he is busy playing childish games with his younger brothers. He too lives with his paternal grandparents. It was love at first sight for Zayyad. Yet Zoya remained oblivious. How do their worlds collide? Will they find happiness or heartbreak. Get ready for tears to be shed and laughs to be laughed. This is the story of Zoya and Zayyad ❤️ WORD COUNT: 32•738

Book #1 in the Fairytale series. A wedding. An impressed mother. A shocked party member. A proposal. And quite a lot of drama Is how they got married. The times are changing. The winds are moving fast and the opposition, is gaining strength. A book of love. A story of politics. A mind. A soul. But most importantly, 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇, is what will help him. Oh & 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍: 25-2-2022 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍: 28 -3- 2022 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: -

#3 in India (10/10/23) ••• "Listen to me, Do not expect anything from me or this marriage. I only married you because of my baba." His every word pierced through her soul. He didn't wait for her reply, he wasn't expecting any reply from her, she never opens her mouth in front of him. Hayder stood up and was about to go to washroom to change. "I married you because of my mother, otherwise you can never be my ideal choice" Hyra's words made him stop on his track. Turning to her, he saw her standing beside the bed, looking at him with challenging eyes. Her words irked him, going to her, he held her arm tightly in his hand. "Don't you dare to talk back to me otherwise I will cut your tongue." He warned her in a low, dangerous tone. "Ouch!" A soft whimper left her mouth, she tried to free her arm from him. Her eyes brimmed with tears. He was holding her arm very tightly, it might leave bruise later. He left her arm. "One more thing, whatever happened in this room should stay in this room. If you complain to anyone about anything, you will see the worst side of mine." Before leaving, he told her. "You can not be anymore worst." Hyra mumbles to herself, wiping her tears. •••

☀︎︎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.

Ayeza was a modern girl,a lawyer by profession,all bubbly,full of life without worries.Getting entangled into a mystery of puzzles wasn't on her list.Being at 25 she found herself getting married to a mysterious man whom she never met on her parents wish. while the new life awaits for her she found herself a case of a mysterious murder of a young girl who was found dead in her apartment without a single lead.will she solve the case or will she'll throw herself into an even bigger mess? Do read the story to found out what mysteries awaits for ayeza! .................................... "I'm sorry" he said and I was furious at him now. "You're sorry? You ain't sorry. Nor you ever will be because you don't even know what that even mean." I spat at him controlling myself not to lash at him before I could get my answers from him. "Why did you do that to me? Why you played me?" I asked my voice breaking in middle. "I had my reasons." He replied shortly. "Don't you dare give me that crap. You are going to tell me everything right now or I'm going back to Pakistan and asking for divorce from you" I spat back at him. "Please calm down Ayeza. I'll tell you my every reason. But you need rest right now. We'll talk later" he said trying to touch my hands. "Don't touch me. Don't you dare come close to me even. And start talking if you don't want me to do anything reckless right now" I replied in raging tone. "Fine" he sighed hurt clear on his face ..................................... this is my first story so mistakes are posible please bear with me. Hope you enjoy the story Start: 29 November 2020 Ending: 8 February 2021

Set in the year 1801. Two muslim families. One rules Lahore. The other is the child of a prostitute. Meer Aahil is the king of the Lahore empire. Safa is the daughter of a prostitute residing in the city of Lahore. Two drastically different people from different social groups. Safa is barely respected. Aahil is the most respected one. They meet a few days before eid. Aahil and Safa .... But will the people of Aahil accept a prostitutes daughter as their queen? NOTE : THE KINGDOM OF LAHORE IS THE ENTIRE SUBCONTINENT. THIS BOOK IS BASED OFF OF MY IMAGINATION HENCE THERE ARE NO MUGHALS OR BRITISH INVASION. WORD COUNT: 13,136

"You should have told me before that you weren't interested in me" I yelled at my so called husband Samad. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. "Jawariyah please try to understand" Samad said but this time I won't. "From two years only I am trying to understand..... Only I am the one who's compromising... Why not you?" I questioned him. I know I was the one who was being harsh this time but that's enough. "Jawariyah.. You are not the only one who's compromising..." He yelled as his jaws clinched and he pulled me closer.. Closer to his body.. His chest... His heart.. *********************************** They both are married to each other but are totally diff: She's sweet, kind, beautiful, caring and afraid.. Afraid of anger afraid of loneliness... Scared of darkness... and most importantly she's weak! She can't stand up fo herself. He's arrogant, rude, angry, bitter, a psychopathic lover... He's all what she hated.. He's rich.. He's handsome.. If you're looking for sweet romance this is not it. Mistakes.. Misunderstandings.. Miseries.. All these three words would shatter their life.. Their love.