"I maybe a flirt. A big spoil and adrift. Dating maybe is my hobby. I'm maybe of all girls but you..you Aabia Jahan Ahmad are mine. Only Mine." Shahmir Siddiqui. "I maybe different of all girls. I maybe a big challenge for you. You maybe of all girls but not mine. And I'm only for the one I choose but not for you. I'm never yours. Will never be yours." Aabia Jahan Ahmad. "I want someone's love. Someone I can call mine. I want to be someone else's. But maybe there is no one for me to say I'm yours Shams." Shams waqas Ali. "You look everywhere except me. You see everything but not me. You are finding love but you can't see the love I'm hiding in my heart. You want someone to be yours but you are not listening me. My heart its always saying I'm yours. Only yours Shams." Zarnish Hammad Ahmad ★★★ Meet Aabia Jahan Ahmad sweet bubbly and naughty girl. She knows how to live life. Her life was simple full of smiles and laughter with her siblings and best friends. Her life was going on its track when suddenly someone jumped in to disturb it. Meet 27 years old Shahmir Siddiqui CEO of Shah group of companies. A spoiled person . The only son of Shah Siddiqui. All bad habits can be seen in him. Dating,flirting,clubs and smoking everything bad could be in his list. He never want to listen from anyone. All he wants he gets it. Nothing is far from his reach but what happen when for the first time a girl say no to him. His ego hurt. The big challenge of his life . Aabia Jahan Ahmad.. But will challenge will take him to some other way which is called love!! Zarnish with cute and bubbly nature but with hidden love for Shams her cousin. Shams who dreamed about the girl name Aabia but fate has its own plans. Four lives,emotions,love hate,and marriages. Where this love and hate will take them.?? Tap the read button to read the rest of the story.

Book 1 ── .✦ Eshal stood up slowly, her fingers brushing the edge of the table, and Zavian's heart clenched as he watched her. Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears. She didn't look at him-couldn't look at him. "Mujhe chalna chahiye," she said quietly. Zavian shot up from his seat. He reached out, his hand trembling as he grabbed her wrist. "Nhi, Eshal. Yeh yun khatam nhi ho sakta. Aise nahi..." His voice cracked. Eshal stiffened as she stared at the place where his hand held her. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, and for a brief moment, their eyes locked. She wanted to stay so badly, to throw herself into his arms. But she couldn't. "Yeh khatam ho chuka hai, Zavian," she whispered, her voice breaking as she forced the words out. Zavian's chest tightened painfully at her words. His breath hitched, and before he could stop himself, he was sinking to his knees, still holding onto her wrist. "Nahi, Eshal. Aapke bina meri zindagi ka koi wajood nahi." Tears blurred his vision as he looked up at her. Eshal's own tears fell as she looked down at him-her hand trembling in his. She wanted to hold him, to tell him that she loved him, but the words wouldn't come. Her hand shook as she placed it over his, her fingers gently prying his grip away from her wrist. Zavian looked up at her, his face filled with agony, as if her touch had shattered something deep inside him. He didn't want to let go. "Eshal, aapko khuda ka waasta hai..." he whispered again, his voice desperate. Eshal closed her eyes, her heart breaking and in one gentle motion, she let go of his hand as she took a step back. Zavian's eyes widened, his breath came in ragged gasps as he watched her, his heart shattering into a million pieces. But Eshal didn't turn back. She walked away, leaving Zavian kneeling there, broken and crying, his tears falling like rain, soaking the last remnants of their love.

Gujrat, Pakistan. A town where legacy doesn't die - it simmers quietly, waiting to rise again. Hasna Chaudhary Sikander was born with a name that once ruled the region. Her grandfather, Chaudhary Maqbool Sikander, wasn't just a minister - he was a legend. Three-time Nazim-e-Aala of the union council, unchallenged for fifteen years. People say the sun didn't rise in the valley without Maqbool's permission. But then he stepped down. Not because he lost. Because he chose silence over politics. And in his silence, a new name began to rise - the Haiders. Now, twenty-one-year-old Hasna lives in the ancestral haveli, walls lined with fading portraits and louder silences. Her family hasn't contested in years. Her father, a quiet businessman. Her uncles, comfortable in the background. But respect - that never left the Sikander name. Especially not in Gujrat. And now... another Chaudhary prepares to rise. Chaudhary Shehryar Haider, son of Haider Sr., is only twenty-four. Young, sharp, and ambitious. He wasn't raised to follow; he was trained to rule. And this year, he's stepping into the ring. Posters with his face are already plastered across poles, rickshaws, and chai dhabas. The air smells like politics - thick and heavy. Everyone expects a Haider vs. nobody election. Until fate flips the board. On a dusky afternoon in the old bazaar, Hasna's path crosses his. She's there for fabric. He's there to shake hands. But one gust of wind - deliberate by the universe - sends her dupatta flying... right onto Shehryar's shoulder. Their eyes lock. Her gaze - proud, unreadable. His - calculating, lingering a second too long. Two Chaudharys. Two legacies that were never meant to mix. But what happens when forgotten power meets rising ambition? He's the storm heading for the ballot. She's the silence that once ruled it all. But some silences... return with thunder.

--- Inaya and Zain were cousins - Inaya being the daughter of Zain's phuppo (paternal aunt). Despite the familial connection, they were never particularly close growing up. Zain had always been distant, reserved in nature, never letting anyone too close, and Inaya, with her soft-hearted and observant self, had always noticed him from afar. Maybe it was. admiration, maybe a childhood crush - whatever it was, it remained unspoken. Fate, however, had its own plans. One day, they found themselves bound together in the sacred bond of nikah. It was a sudden turn of events, driven more by family pressure than personal choice - especially in Zain's eyes. To him, it was a forced marriage, an obligation rather than a desire. For Inaya, it was confusing. Her silent feelings now stood face-to-face with harsh reality. __

"I want to be a great psychologist" She said, proudly "Ek pagal dusre pagal ka ilaaj Karegi haha!" He said, laugh "Bade badtameez aap!" She said, fold her against her chest "Ha to!" He said, rolling his eyes "Keep rolling your eyes maybe you will find your brain!" She said, smirk ~∆~∆~∆~∆~ Meet his "Miss shortly" AANBIYAL AHMED ♡. The sunshine of her family and friends. A cute clumsy girl who made anyone fall in love with her smile. But also a smart and savage girl but can't be tortured by a bully around her Meet her "Mr khadoos insaan" DANIYAL MUSTAFA ✧. Hard from outside but pookie from inside. A handsome mature guy whose eyes are enough to made anyone fell in love with him. The most wanted Munda of his college. Can do anything for his love ✨Troops✨ ๋࣭⚝Roommates to lovers ๋࣭⚝Sunshine×sunshine protester ๋࣭⚝Computer Engineer×Psychologist ๋࣭⚝Mature×childish ๋࣭⚝Can do anything for her/him Follow me on Instagram for more updates! Toddles🌷 @Authorwinter_9

He... the man who rules the entertainment industry, in love with a girl whom he met somewhere he knows nothing about, yet has to bow down just to ask forgiveness from someone who slapped him on the first meet. She... the wild angel has her wings chained in the darkness with blood around just to let the world let her live peacefully, her eyes deep as ocean, her heart in pain, yet she has to fall for the man who can never love her back. HAMMADxNOOR [Third book in series] ps:Ashar's book will be published with the passage of time. For now, enjoy my book of forced marriage:) (fully based in Pakistan, karachi, desi touch, no mature scene, but some fight and abusive language)

♡a novel of arranged marriage♡ Met by accident... Destined by love Ahad Mir, a billionaire and the well-known CEO of Ahad Industry The night owl biker, who has always done what felt right to him.... Hayat Ali, student, a reader with introvert personality, is shy yet bold and strong Not knowing what and how her destiny had written things for her, she's on her way to discover more of life.... "Fallen by Accident" is a novel about a "bikerXreader" since this combination is on fire everywhere right now, so why not write about it too. • the story will be totally desi, no smut and based on Pakistan and its culture • the book will have author POV, his and her POV too... it will be my first ever story here, and I'll try my best to exceed the expectations of my beautiful readers My readers are called as, "sparkles" Hope you enjoy Instagram: mia._writez

"I am left in ruins- in the remnants of what I have done and what has been done to me. I may be the one you will need but I will never be the one you will want." ~ Pain doesn't hold the same meaning for everyone. To some, it's the ultimate cause of destruction and to some, it's the cause of dying and coming back alive with a new meaning and purpose of life. They had been inflicted with the same kind of pain from nowhere but inside of their own family- the kind that would shake the world if it were to be spoken of. Her pain paved a way to her new destination with scars still scattered in her being but for him, that was the end. He boxed his warmth and goodness up in a casket and buried somewhere in the country where he would never return. He fell on to the ground only to rise back up to be one of the best industrialists of Pakistan, hiding behind sarcasm and alcohol. An orphan and a businessman, both finding their way to healing and love. Meet Fizah and Zahid.

ABHIRAJ SINGH RAJVANSH Abhiraj Singh Rajvansh-ASR. A name that commands fear, respect and absolute obedience. The youngest mafia king of Asia, he rules not only the underworld but also the business world, making and breaking billion-dollar deals with a snap of his fingers. He rules the country with a single order. His influence isn't confined to just one nation; presidents, businessmen and even the most ruthless criminals bow before him. With a single command, he can start or stop a war. He is a devil no one dares to cross him and those who do vanish without a trace. For his enemies, he is the devil himself, striking fear into their souls before bringing an end to their lives. Despite all his power, wealth and dominance, Abhiraj stands alone. An orphan with no family, no love, and no weakness-until she walks into his life. A girl who unknowingly awakens something dangerous inside him. He doesn't fall in love; he claims. And now, she is his newest obsession-one he will have, no matter the cost. MIRA RAO Mira is a bubbly, cheerful girl who grew up in an orphanage. She's always fought her battles alone, from childhood until now. Fierce yet soft-hearted, she doesn't hesitate to put anyone who crosses her in their place. The only person she truly has is her best friend. Mira dreams of finding a kind-hearted man-a normal guy who cares for everyone-but little does she know her future holds something completely unexpected. What will happen when Abhiraj begins his game to win Mira? Will she fall for him or will she become his? Will she uncover the truth about everything he's done to get her, or will they fall apart? Come along on the journey of Abhiraj and Mira to see how their lives flip upside down and everything changes in ways they never imagined.