"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

"Kindly place the mangal-sootra around her neck." With this, holy hymns were chanted. || Mangalyam tantunanena mama jeevana hetuna: kanthe badhnami subhage twam jeeva sarada satam || I could feel the flower petals being showered on me as my husband tied the knots of my mangal-sootra. Officially I am Mrs. Pavithra Rajeev. Wedding and marriage are two different constitutions, even though the former leads to the latter. Welcome to the life of Mrs. Pavithra Rajeev. This book is more than a story. It's that journey walked through by every Indian woman. But what is not so typical about her then? Let's find out, shall we? PS: Dear Readers, this book does have some intimate moments! Warnings have been given throughout the course of book. Please read at your discretion.

"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

'She's a storm in a designer suit. He's the anchor she never saw coming.' Tarini Arora is the woman the corporate world whispers about. Dangerous, daring, and allegedly capable of dangling a man from a fifteenth-floor window, she returns to Chandigarh like a lightning bolt. She expects fear. She expects a fight. She doesn't expect Someshwar Sharma. Someshwar is a man of quiet faith and iron-clad discipline. As her Executive Assistant, he doesn't flinch at her outbursts or cower at her shadow. To him, she isn't a "monster". She's a mess of gorgeous chaos. While she battles the ghosts of her hometown, he offers the steady rhythm of Monday morning prayers and a gaze that sees right through her defenses. As they navigate the high-stakes world of Chandigarh's business elite, Tarini's cold walls begin to crack under Someshwar's quiet devotion. But in a city full of bitter memories, can a cynical firebrand and a soulful gentleman find a common path?. Or will the shadows of Tarini's past burn down the only bridge they've started to build? [Started on -20th Jan, 2023]

◇ She wasn't my girlfriend Neither she was my crush. But in the list of priorities She always remained the first ◇ ◇ He is mature, I'm childish He is responsible, I'm careless He is strong, I'm sensitive Hence proved, its also can be friendship ◇ . . . . As my patience was running out I noticed that someone was standing behind me. I turned around and he came and stood to my right. When I saw him, my eyes widened. I forgot the surroundings and looked at him without blinking. My mind told me that I had seen him somewhere before. I was still staring into his beautiful blue eyes. Suddenly he looked at me. I tried to smile. But to my shock, he looked at me and raised his right eyebrow and smiled. And this is how we met. . . . . No one knows from where and how life will change. Sometimes everything starts from two simple words, No or Yes. In such a situation Chris and Rishma said yes. They didn't know, that Yes had the power to change their lives from that moment itself. . . . . Rishma is his Tiny but Chris is her....... What would she write to fill the blank portion? Peep in to know how destiny play with them. #1🥇 Long Distance Love #1🏅Twh #4🏅WattpadExclusive (350 stories) #1🏅 Adjustment (17k stories) #1🏅Untold Love (250 stories) #10🏅Emotions (29.1k stories) #32 🥈Love Hate Relationship (4.25k stories) #22 🥈Long distance relationship (4.25k) #11🏅Jealousy (1.67k stories) #45 🏅Western (6.74k stories)

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His fingers ran through my hair, gently but harshly, tugging me closer yet. "I am the worst thing that could have happened to you", he said tenderly. "But I will never let you go". - "Got you", he whispered, his voice silky and low. That bastard, he knew how alluring his eyes were. Once you looked, there was no going back. One glance and my resolve crumbled. As much as I wanted to tear my eyes away, I couldn't. - Arya Carlson works at her dream job - at the Holston's institution. Despite the dark rumours that surround her job, she's determined to make it work. As the days go by, she realises something is being kept hidden, deep in the basement. A beast. One that wants her, before he has even seen her. After an incident leads to her working with him, she tries to keep her distance but there is just something that draws her to him, something so irresistible. But love is never simple. Not when he's kept in a basement. Especially not when his enemy wants her too. Arya must fight her way through the thick shroud of mystery that surrounds him and figure out what's going on before it is too late to save him from his own nightmares. I have an extract on the first page of my book. It was too long to be included here. :) I promise good grammar and an even better plot :) I update once a week. Highest Rank: 1st in Institution [08/09/20] 1st in Asylum [19/11/20] 3rd in Stalked [06/11/20] Warning: This book has a little swearing and mild scenes ;) Cover by @moonkissedgirl ❤️

As if being kidnapped from a poverty-stricken town in the Middle East was not horrifying enough, Hayat Ishfaq, a 21 year-old American Muslim, is forced to watch the slow beheadings of her own students. But, those are the least of her worries. ~A Wattpad Featured Story~

A thief. A prince. A marriage. When Aria, the mischievous, devious, witty, and rebellious local thief of Southton Azura, has an unfortunate run-in with the stuck-up, arrogant, devilishly handsome prince Alexander, only trouble can be caused. Love cannot be stolen, only shared. Being bound in holy matrimony with the person you despise can never end well. Or can it? . . . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED DISCLAIMER- some mentions of abuse and suicide

[Arabian Nights meets Atlantis] She wants to save her family. He wants to save his people. After selling all of her belongings to survive, Alara has nothing-except a burn scar left by her unknown father and a sick mother she has to take care of. In order to survive, Alara steals and trades what she can. The only escape she has is when she closes her eyes and imagines a different life for herself. Zayen has been raised to be a guard to the royal family, and has to protect his identity or be killed. Some would say that all of his worth is in his surname. He would say that his worth only comes from the good he can do for those who need it. But that's easier said then done in a world where the pure of heart get left behind. When Alara and Zayen are forced to work together, they uncover a world that tried to stay hidden. Everything becomes possible, and none of it is safe.