#3 in India (10/10/23) ••• "Listen to me, Do not expect anything from me or this marriage. I only married you because of my baba." His every word pierced through her soul. He didn't wait for her reply, he wasn't expecting any reply from her, she never opens her mouth in front of him. Hayder stood up and was about to go to washroom to change. "I married you because of my mother, otherwise you can never be my ideal choice" Hyra's words made him stop on his track. Turning to her, he saw her standing beside the bed, looking at him with challenging eyes. Her words irked him, going to her, he held her arm tightly in his hand. "Don't you dare to talk back to me otherwise I will cut your tongue." He warned her in a low, dangerous tone. "Ouch!" A soft whimper left her mouth, she tried to free her arm from him. Her eyes brimmed with tears. He was holding her arm very tightly, it might leave bruise later. He left her arm. "One more thing, whatever happened in this room should stay in this room. If you complain to anyone about anything, you will see the worst side of mine." Before leaving, he told her. "You can not be anymore worst." Hyra mumbles to herself, wiping her tears. •••

❝ She has always dreamed of having that perfect 'home' but then found 'him' instead ❞ A home is something that she has always dreamt of, where she'd be cherished and loved. Life has been pretty difficult after she has lost her parents at the age of 11. She was a very ambitious girl with lots of dreams and fashion designing was one of them but getting married to a guy who's not her best friend, was a big no to her. And yet she found herself signing the wedding papers at 21 years to the last man she'd possibly ever like. He was the son of a politician, wanting to be a politician ultimately. After facing a trauma of losing someone so close to him, he became closed off and cold hearted. His only plan in life for his future was to be a politician like his father and nothing else. Getting married was never a part of his plans. And yet he found himself getting married at 25 years to the last woman he'd possibly look at.. He is, Abrar Shah. She is, Haya(t) Ali. And this is their story. ••• Book One in the "Let Go Series" Word Count: 59,214 Ratings: The book is intended for mature audiences. But there's no explicit description. Fade to black only. •••

Everyone feared Uzair Malik. Whispers of his name could still an entire room. His presence was a storm veiled in silk - quiet, controlled, and laced with danger. In the city of Meerabad, he ruled the shadows like a king without a crown, answerable to no one. Ruthless, revered, and wrapped in mystery, Uzair Malik wasn't just a name - he was a warning. And then came Ayesha. Soft-spoken. Observant. The kind of girl who disappeared into corners and found comfort in silence. While his world roared with violence and loyalty paid in blood, hers was stitched together by quiet mornings, books with bent pages, and unspoken dreams. She belonged nowhere near him. But fate - as cruel as it is clever - didn't care. Their worlds collided in the most unlikely place: a library café on the edge of Meerabad. A glance. A moment. And something irreversible took root. He didn't know her name. But her silence echoed in him louder than gunfire. She was the only calm he'd ever known. And he, the storm she'd been taught to fear. Uzair wanted her the way fire wants air - desperately, completely, without pause. And once he set his eyes on her, there was no turning back. She stirred the parts of him he thought were long dead. He awakened the fears she didn't know she carried. What began as a flicker quickly became a fire - a fire that would burn everything in its path. Because in Meerabad, love is dangerous. And in Uzair's world, love is war. A love story. Story of obsession, power, and surrender - where a quiet girl meets a man the world bows to... and everything changes.

She's stuck in a loveless marriage. She's the mother of her brother-in-law's child. And theres someone across the world to who she means the world to. Aliyah is forced to forge an alliance. An alliance made on honour to save a man and his child. Her loyalty is tested and after 5 years she still stands alone. She faces dark secrets, lies and love triangles. Will Aliyah Shah find her happy ever after? *This story is like no other. Expect twists, a crazy plot and tears. --- WILL BE EDITED SOON!!!

The diaries of Palestine is a book written by me about different stories that happened to the Palestinians throughout the years as the war went on. I also wrote a few poems and added them to the book, hope you enjoy them 💕 As one of them, I decided to tell their story since it's my responsibility as a Palestinian to spread awareness about the Palestinian cause. Unlike other books, you are welcome to share the stories to help raise awareness about the Palestinian cause. This book is not full Get your full copy from Kobo books https://www.facebook.com/Leena-Mustafa-Books-109262857879883/ ************************************ I stood there outside in the street with my sisters and my neighbors, screaming at them and shouting and all that came out of my mouth was "It's my home" "It is my home" ************************************ *Ranked 1 in Palestinian 😍

"You hate me right?" I shook my head but he pulled me closer to his chest. "Feeling is mutual honey " his hot minty breath reached to my ears. He gripped my arms tightly and I winced from the pain. A tear fell from my eyes, I tried to push him but he was way stronger than me. "Daniyal, it's hurting " I cried out. "I know right " he smirked at me. He leaned into me and his lips were about to touch mine, I pushed him with full force. "What were you doing with me Daniyal " I yelled. His face was red, he held my wrist and pushed me to the walls. "You think I'll do this with you, really? " he let out a loud chuckle and shot a glare at me. "You're just a piece of trash that my dad bought for me to play but I don't want to lower my standard so don't worry, I'm not gonna touch you" his words shattered my heart into pieces. I was his wife, his unwanted wife. ***WARNING *** Zillions of grammatical mistakes. Give this book a chance 🖤 Xoxo

"How I wish you had first seen your ugly face in the damn mirror before confessing your shitty feelings to me!" He smiled cunningly while taking a sip from his wine.The floor beneath my feet slipped off like an ice as he brutally threw another dagger towards my heart "You are just a piece of shit, YOU UGLY GOLD DIGGER! You should have at least compared our statuses." He spat those words right on my face while his olive green eyes boiled with lava.I cried like a child and voiced my pain in between those merciless hiccups "I neither loved your money, nor your looks, nor your status. It's only your soul which I had dearly loved since 18 years, Shahveer for God's sake don't do this" I begged him while joining both of my hands.His friends laughed hysterically while calling me with abusive names.He came closer and raised his wine up to the level of my eyes making me feel cringe "Apparently, your filthy caliber doesn't match my prestigious one, sweetheart. Your face is not even worthy to be spat upon" And that's when my whole world collapsed. I blurted out something which I shouldn't have had "I pray to my Lord! May you suffer through the same pain which you have given to me" I cried He laughed "May you madly and deeply fall in love with someone who would also laugh at you" That cunning smile eventually started to fade "May you crazily fall in love only to get humiliation in return and may your heart bleed with the pain of rejection" I continuously denounced evil prayers upon him until my vision started to black out What happens when two spiritually opposite souls are destined to be attracted towards each other but one has to lead a regretful life, while the other has to kill all the dreams?To know more, join the painful spiritual journey of an innocent soul and a ruthless man and let the love whisper through your soul. THIS BOOK ONLY BELONGS TO SIDRA AKHLAQ. ANYONE TRYING TO COPY IT OR ACCUSE IT FOR BEING PLAGIARISED WILL BE REPORTED IMMEDIATELY

Hartaj was standing on the terrace with his hands fisted. It was cold , but he couldn't care about it. The fire in him wasn't letting him see anything else. "Son, go to your room. It's already late ,she must be waiting for you " his mom requested. "I can't care less about what she wants!! I have married her just because of dad. But I can't forget who she is!!!!!" he said barely containing his anger. "Don't forget that she is also your wife now. Don't think about her only as the sister of your enemy "she said softly trying to make him understand. "No! she wont ever be my wife "he said with finality and went downstairs. His mom sighed in despair. She knew the impulsiveness of her son.She didn't want him to do anything he would regret later. Hartaj had married for the peace between the families ,she wanted it to work. She prayed for her son's happiness in this relationship . __________ This story is about 3 brothers, their fate and their love. If you want to know more, join the journey❤️

ZARKHAN ALI AWAN (AGE 25) A feudal lord , a business man and conquerer .He believed in owning everything he liked , if he couldnt get it, he would destroy it .He had an ego and temper which rivaled his father's . AIN NAQVI(AGE 18) A young innocent girl , who was always sheltered . the death of her parents took her to the place,which would change her life forever . What will happen ,when a guy she thinks of as a monster end up wanting her.... A girl was standing in the garden ,talking to the gardener about flowers of different kind present there . the gardener was busy trimming the steps as he answered all the questions of the young girl .he didnt rise his eyes once to look at her while answering. " Does this plant produce flowers ?" she asked moving towards a plant . before she could get her answer, HE came and seethed at the gardener to leave,who was closer to her age . the gardener quickly scrambled away . She felt a shiver run through her seeing his eyes , they were going red in anger ..... (Assalamu alaikum readers!its time to start a new story . hope that you all will like it )

" I...I rea... lik....like y...ou" I stuttered while confessing my love to him in front of his friends He laughed at me " Aww little Anna got a crush on me . But did you look at yourself in a mirror, how can you expect me to date a girl like you. You're ugly, fat & all pimply plus I have standards " his friends are laughing at me I cried the whole night and promised myself to never cry for him This is the story of Sanjana Mehta & Ahaan Jain