She can't stand being around him. Every time he's nearby, his gaze lingers - not in a flirtatious way, but in that steady, unblinking way that makes her feel exposed, like he's cataloguing every shift in her expression. She's convinced he simply doesn't know how to look away, and it irritates her to the point that she goes out of her way to avoid him. He doesn't understand what pulls him towards her. It isn't admiration, exactly, and it isn't just attraction; it's an instinct he can't name. What he does know is that her avoidance stings. The way she ducks out of a room, keeps her eyes down, or answers him in clipped one-word replies makes him feel unwanted, and that frustrates him. What if fate decides to intervene - and somehow they end up alone together in a flat? Whatever happens there wouldn't just be a passing encounter - it would be the turning point that changes the course of her life. Read further to see how it unfolds. TROOPS growing proximity ignorer x observer neighbour next floor

Dilbar (دلبر) - Lover ***** Samaira Baksh has sworn off love. The emotion in itself brought memories that were synonymous with a weak nightmare. For her, love was a forgotten feeling and farthest away from what could be considered true. But don't they say to expect the unexpected? A wedding brought her face to face with a man of silence harboring the most mystic eyes she had ever seen. And as it was, their eyes conversed, hearts left restless and the winds swore the unexpected had unfolded. The story of Samaira and Zaigham. A story to convey that your love belongs to you more than anyone else. A tale of mending hearts, melting words, and merry ever-afters. ***** Started: 01-01-2023 Completed: 27-02-2023 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ©️ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐨𝐳 (This is a work of fiction and does NOT represent Islam in any way.)

"𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇." They told me her name would bring influence. That her bloodline would open doors no campaign ever could. That marrying her would tie me to the minister whose word sways cabinets and commands kings. I was twenty-two, hungry and unshaken- A 𝒢𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓏𝒾 by name, born of legacy and cold-blooded business. So I agreed. To the alliance. To the girl. 𝒜𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾. She was fifteen when they marked her as mine. Eighteen when we signed the nikkah. I never saw her-only the tremble of pale fingers, and the quiet grace in her signature beside mine. And then I left. Now, at the brink of becoming the youngest Chief Minister this state has ever seen, they say it's time to complete the picture. Time for her rukhsati. Time to claim the girl I never forgot to remember. She's the granddaughter of a man who could make me king. And somehow, she's also the one thing in this game that feels... undeserved. And now she's waiting. And I don't know if I'm ready. Because what do men like me know of worthiness, when all we've ever known is conquest?

"I thought I told you to stop telling me what to do." I whispered meekly. "I thought I told you that I wanted you here, with me. I want your happiness. Not your anger." His lips touched my ear when he spoke; I was shaking. "You never said you wanted that." "But that is what I meant." "I don't live in your head, Adam. I can't just figure out what you want." "But you do." The hand that had been on the edge of the skin trailed up the side of my waist and then back down. "I can't fucking focus on anything else. Even now there's only thoughts of you in here. I'm wondering if you'd taste as sweet as you smell." /// When Shireen Naseer stumbles upon a sight not meant for her eyes, the young fashion designer is roped into a mess bigger than she's ever created. Suddenly, she's married to a brooding soldier and living in his home as she awaits the dangers of the outside world to pass. But Adam Zaman is not just an average soldier. He laughs at her stupid jokes, tries to keep her happy, listens when she rants, and is so very patient with her. She's falling hard and fast, but he will not step over the line. Protecting her and her honor is his responsibility, so how can he tarnish it? /// Bro, this belongs to me. Don't post it anywhere else.

Love had hurt Zarah once, and she swore she'd never let it happen again. But some hearts have a way of finding you, even when you're running. How do you choose peace when love knocks on your door?

This is a slowburn romance! There will be no hugging and cuddling by chapter twenty, so read at your own risk.. Madinah had gone her entire life lurking in other peoples shadows. What happens when the one person who had the power to bring her into the light wants nothing to do with her? Atleast not in the way she wanted everything to do with him. She was the light at the end of his dark dark tunnel, literally, figuratively. But when you're in darkness for long enough, you start to relish it, so much so that you find a home in it. He wanted nothing to do with her light, but just as the sun encompasses the night daily, Madinah may just encompass Adeels darkness.

Some people find true love easy, some people battle endlessly to find it, some give up, and some never do at all. Being Black and Nigerian in an Arab country wasn't so bad for Amal. But when one of the richest bachelor there sets his eyes on her.. she became a target From jealous women that wanted to take her place... to a protective father that wants someone else for his son... Would they fight for it... she is the black Rose in a desert

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

*𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩!* What happens when Naina, a lively wedding planner, collides with Aarav, the grumpy heir of the Raichand family? "Is this your idea of a warm welcome?" Aarav huffs, dripping wet after an unexpected water splash. "Well, if you didn't show up unannounced, you wouldn't be soaking wet," Naina replies. As they navigate wedding plans filled with chaos, laughter, and unexpected sparks, will Naina break through Aarav's icy exterior? Or will their banter lead to something deeper amid the wedding chaos? "Just remember," Aarav warns, "this wedding won't plan itself, and I'm not interested in drama." "Drama? Please," Naina laughs. "I'm here to make this wedding unforgettable, and that might just involve a little chaos."

"You talk too much for my liking". "And yet, here you are, listening". . They were once everything to each other- until time, distance, and silence turned them into strangers. Now, they're nothing alike. Two strangers with distaste towards each other. One is fire. The other, ice. But the sparks between them? Unmistakable and Unavoidable. They clash. They burn. And yet, something keeps pulling them back, something buried beneath forgotten memories and words never said. It was supposed to be hate. But hate was never meant to feel like this. They were never supposed to meet. Never supposed to care. But the past has a way of finding its way home - even when it's been forgotten. What happens when two people who were once everything to each other... become strangers again? Started- 10th July, 2025 Ended- 21st December, 2025 ✨ Most impressive ranking ✨