She had built her life carefully in Birmingham, one measured line at a time. Architecture had taught her patience - how to justify every decision, how to sit with uncertainty, how to make peace with revisions that never truly ended. Between her final year of MArch and part-time work for a local practice, her days were long and solitary, filled with drawings that demanded clarity while her own thoughts remained unresolved. She had learned early that some structures looked stable only because no one pushed hard enough. He lived in London, where precision mattered more than sentiment. Numbers obeyed him in ways people never had. As Director of Forensic and Corporate Finance at one of the city's most formidable firms, he was known for his restraint, his composure, his refusal to let emotion interfere with outcome. Control, after all, was its own kind of safety. They had known each other once since childhood in a distant, half-forgotten way. A shared past of brief encounters and long silences. She had noticed him before he ever noticed her, carried feelings she never named, never asked to be returned. Time had passed. Life had intervened. Birmingham and London had grown into two separate worlds. And then, abruptly, they were married. Not by choice. Not by love. But by circumstances neither of them had been prepared to face, shaped by grief that arrived too fast and demanded too much. Loss rearranged everything, leaving them bound together in its aftermath, struggling to breathe around expectations, obligations, and a silence heavy with everything they did not say. Now, they stand at the edge of something fragile - two people trained to analyze, to endure, to remain composed - forced to navigate a marriage born of compulsion and mourning. Between them lies history, restraint, unspoken resentment, and a question neither is brave enough to ask yet: Can something forced ever become something real - or will it collapse under the weight of what was never chosen?

What's a desi wedding without a little drama, and. . . love? All Aliya Ahmed wanted was to enjoy her sister's wedding. But when Aayan Ahmed- the man who has never left one opportunity to annoy her, her biggest competition and enemy, also unfortunately her cousin- shows up as a VIP wedding guest for her sister's wedding from Canada, her dreams of enjoying her sister's wedding die before they even sail. A light-hearted wedding tale.

"sab kehte han har sawal ka jawab nhi hota" she said. "Mein tumhare har sawal ka jawab Dunga" he said with a smile. ~main couple Maham Jawad, a 19 Y/O was born and raised in Lahore, who dreamed about a life full of fantasies and wonders, not knowing how the cruel world is gonna deal with her. She is a sunshine and said she didn't wanted anyone in her life but deep down she wished for someone to heal her, shadow her sorrows with love. And maybe that night Allah did listened to her prayers. Zaydan Khan a 26 Y/O raised in Islamabad, a complete heartless freak, the only love of his life is his bike. The oldest yet coldest son of Samar Khan. Far away from love and affection, until his heart finally starts to beat for one person, falling in love with someone he never saw before, and starts yearning for just one more glance at her. ♡ "Jahanum mein Jao!" She exclaimed. "Tumhare Sath toh mein jahanum mein bhi Chala jaon" he replied. ~2nd lead couple Mahnoor shah. A complete baddie with a lethal face card. Who believes real life men sucks and never trusted anyone except her best friend. She dreamed about a life full of independence and self love. And she believed that will never happen with a man in her life. Zamin Khan. A complete spoiled brat and a heartthrob. He believed in love more than anything but never has he ever found someone who made his heart skip it's beat until he his eyes landed on a girl at his brother's engagement. ♡ "Tumhe toh mujhse nafrat thi na?" She asked. "Tumse nafrat to meine kabhi nhi ki" he replied ~3rd lead couple Inaaya Khalid, a complete sunshine and crazy girl. Who dreams about a life with the man of her dreams, a prince charming she's waiting for since and eternity not knowing he was right in from of her eyes and brain. Mustafa Amaar a young reserved guy. Who believed love was a complete bullshit and just existed in fantasies until he realized that he was in love with someone since he didn't even knew the meaning of love

CAN BE READ AS STAND STAND-ALONE. This book serves as a prequel to Twisted Family of Sikandars, focusing on Aairah and Hayaan's journey from their first meeting to their early married life. This story is a journey through time-a tale of love, longing, and the inevitable pull of fate. Aairah fell first. She fell hard, surrendering her heart to a man who barely acknowledged its existence. For four long years, she loved him in silence, watching from a distance as her feelings grew deeper, stronger, and more unshakable. Hayaan Sikandar, the man who had unknowingly captured her heart, was a force of nature-powerful, untouchable, and entirely uninterested in love. But destiny has a way of playing its own games.

A collection of short stories ~ Want handsome, wealthy, and possessive men who'll make your heart race? Don't worry-I've got you covered. Check these out and feel the butterflies! ♡♡♡ Tropes ~ arrange marriage ✓ cousin marriage ✓ age gap ✓ possessive man ✓ Desi romance ✓ Spicy ✓ ♡♡♡ Stories: Arzoo (Completed) Nazo (Completed) Mi Sol (Completed) Sajna (Completed) Junoon (Completed) - mature content - translation available (only for the first story😭)

Alizey Ahmed. An innocent, and to others, boring accountant often made to be the scapegoat in her family. Fawad Raza. A blunt, indifferent mechanic who is shunned by society for being the dark bad boy that he is. Fawad needs to settle down in order to get money promised to him by his father's will. Alizey needs to escape marrying a total nightmare. What happens when the odd pair gets tied up in a marriage of convenience? Will Fawad continue to fight his growing feelings for Alizey once she learns and even accepts his secret, or will their marriage fall through? 🎶"Koi raat ka tara karta ho ujala, waise hi roshan kare woh sheher. Dard mere woh bhula hi gaya, kuch aisa asar hua. Jeena mujhe phir se woh seekha raha. Jaise baarish karde tarr ya marham dard par, koi mujhko yun mila hai jaise banjaare ko ghar. (Like an illuminating night star, she lights up the city. I forgot my pain, such was her effect. She's teaching me how to live again. Like how rain makes things fertile or how ointment is to a wound, I have found someone like how it is for a nomad to find a home.)"🎶 - Banjaara | Mithoon | Mohammed Irfan *Note: While the characters in this story are Muslim and there is no mature content, the characters are not particularly intended to be examples for upholding religious values.

Aimen and Isa The Spy, The Doctor, and a War of Hearts Fanaa- destroyed in love

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ৎ𝄢 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 & 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𖠇 Qurbat-قربت ✓ 𖠇 Bekhudi- بے خودی ✓ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦. ⋆ 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘥!

He promised her father he will take care of her if anything happens to him. Now it was time to fill that promise but what he didn't expect was that little girl who use to follow him everywhere has grown into beautiful and mannered woman. He let his selfish desires take over and married her. Make her his. When he already was betrothed to someone else