𐙚⋆° 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 & 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐄 One night was all it took. A night they don't fully remember. A mistake they can't take back. By morning, it isn't just regret that stays - it's the truth. She's pregnant. Mahira and Ibzan try to move on, to fix it in their own ways, to pretend it never happened. But some things refuse to disappear. And when their families find out, the choice is no longer theirs. They are bound into a marriage built not on love, but responsibility on a need to correct what went wrong. Living together becomes harder than walking away ever was. Every moment carries the weight of that night. Every silence, every glance, every word left unsaid. Because what began as a mistake... doesn't feel like one anymore. Read the story to know more. Core tags 🏷️ (Slow Burn, Forbidden Love, She Falls First, He Falls Harder, Professor × Student, Grumpy × Sunshine, Arranged Marriage) Additional tags 🏷️ (Accidental Pregnancy, Forced Proximity, Unspoken Feelings, Right Person, Wrong Beginning)

Note: This is an actual Slow burn. Please proceed accordingly. "How sore are you? Because I wasn't kidding about the strategy thing." Dark eyes glittered mischievously in firelight. "I have years of pent-up frustration to work through, angel. We're in Switzerland for another week." "What do I get in return?" I teased. He blinked, then tilted his head like a wolf considering prey that just turned out to be cleverer than expected. "What do you get in return?" he repeated slowly, amused and intrigued. "This is extortion. My own wife asking for compensation." "Fine. Counter-offer." He turned back to me, "I give you Paris, every city you want. Monaco. Milan. Milan especially because I want to see you in Italian leather." He pressed a kiss to my jaw. "I buy you jewelry that makes the royal family jealous. Rubies, pearls, things that catch firelight, I give the whole country in your hand if you want." His mouth went lower, trailing down my neck. "I eat you out every morning before chai, without exception, rain or shine." He licked the spot between my throat and collarbone, "I eat that cunt as my breakfast till the day I die." His teeth grazed my collarbone next. "And in return, you let me ruin you on every surface in our house." he rasped, "Kitchen counter, bed, shower, floor. That ridiculous stone bench outside on the terrace." He pulled back to meet my eyes. "That is a presidential offer, Mrs. Haider. Do we have a deal?" ~ Hazal Qaim-A politician's daughter and Wasi Orhan Haider-The president of Pakistan are childhood best friends but friends don't always end up being friends. So their fathers suggested marriage, and he rejected her but why? And why did he find another man for her to marry? And why did the groom disappear on her wedding day, only for Orhan to marry Hazal? ~ [Check the first chapter for tropes and introduction, and if you don't like it, feel free to skip. This book contains hindu/urdu dialogues but inner monologues are in english]

We've often read about men and their grovelling but now it's Maliah who's going to grovel till the very end to save the man she destroyed.

[a desi college romance] Vijay and Nila have only one thing in common - they take the same bus at the same time everyday. What if this mere commonality steers their life into a whirlpool of uninvited feelings, wholesome conversations and unexpected connections, taking them on a ride they don't recall buying tickets for?

"𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖" ••• People meet by accident, People fall in love by accident, But people surely don't become someone's baby daddy accidentally, or do they? What started as an innocent lie, trapped them into a marriage, entwining their fates with unexpected partners. But here's the catch, the marriage won't last forever, the holy bond wasn't so holy, a contractual bond emerged, benefitted them both and bound them together, at least for a while. Falling in love was thrown out of the window the moment she signed the contract, she wasn't going to fall in love with an egoistic, arrogant and self-centred-asshole of a lawyer anyways. ••• "No love drama, right?" "I'd rather die."

Aiman grew up in silence, taught to believe her worth was tied to how little space she took up. In a house that saw daughters as burdens, she learned to dream small, speak softly, and expect nothing. Her parents didn't love her, they prepared her for a transaction, one they hoped would secure their status. When Aiman's marriage is arranged with Zayn Al Ahmed, the eldest son of a wealthy, well-respected family, she enters a world she doesn't understand. Everyone says it's a perfect match, but Aiman has never trusted in perfect. With a husband who is nothing like the cold figures in her past, and in-laws who treat her with a kindness she's never known, Aiman finds herself grappling with a terrifying, unfamiliar hope. Could this be the start of a new life, a life where she finally matters? Or is she just waiting for the other shoe to drop? . . |Tropes| -Arranged/forced marriage -Slowburn -Found family -Emotional healing -Love after marriage -Billionaire -Green flag male protagonist - Love through actions

"Five nights. Spend five nights with me and I will let your brother go." "I don't spend my nights in brothels." *** Full summary inside. Student x teacher Forced proximity Age gap Hate to love #1 muslimlovestory 06.25.25 #1 southasian 07.10.25 #1 muslim 12.02.25 #1 pakistan 05.02.26

"I was willing to become the villain in her life if it meant I could call her mine." *** An accidental run-in with the city's infamous criminal brings Hayat Azhar right in front of the barrel of a gun. If that wasn't bad enough, things get worse when she accidentally slaps the university's popular senior with her samosa's spicy sauce on her first day. And just like that, two different personalities, a snobbish rich boy and a notorious expert criminal, develop a similarity - a common target: Her. [a pakistani inspired novel set in pakistan]

Two years later she's still a mess and he's still trying to figure her out. Can't say much about them you'll have to figure them out on your own. "For the love of busy beans coffee help me Doraemon" "Stop referring me as that blue thing"