Two years ago, Laiba Hayat Hussain was abandoned by her father over something she never did. The man responsible for this grave misunderstanding got away with it, but that night, Laiba's life changed forever. Homeless and helpless, she knocked on the door of the only person she knew in town - Sarah Ahmed, her best friend. Sarah Ahmed and her father, Haider Ahmed, took Laiba in. They not only gave her a place to stay but treated her as if she were one of their own. They took her to Dehradun, where she spent the most peaceful two years of her life. But when a proposal came her way, Haider Ahmed decided it was time for her to get married. However, it seemed that Allah had other plans for her. They say things get worse before they get better, but for Laiba, they only seemed to get worse. This is the story of a girl who is tested by Allah (SWT) over and over again. Read Damsel in Distress to find out how Laiba navigates the adversities of life through patience and prayer and how her patience and prayers lead her to her 'yusr' (ease after hardship). Trope: ✓ marriage of convenience ✓ hate-to-love ✓ slow-burn ✓ Muslim characters/love story ✓ Bad boy/good girl ✓ Second chance ✓ Billionaire romance Characters: Laiba Hayat Hussain(female protagonist) Sarah Haider Ahmed(best friend of Laiba) Zeeshan Obeid Othman(male protagonist) Aariz Obeid Othman(second male protagonist and cousin of Zeeshan) Areesha Obeid Othman(twin of Aariz) Burhaan Obeid Othman(Younger brother of Aariz) Habeeba Qadar(cousin of the Othmans) Maha Qadar (cousin of the Othmans) Essa Qadar(cousin of Othmans)

Mr. Raichand, you are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressing his lip as he continued to look at me. " Shivanya, things have never been professional between you and me ever since you walked in for that interview. Since then, I have thought about you in seven hundred ways, none of which closely resonates with me being your boss or you being my employee." The thing is, he doesn't mince words outside the Courtroom. I am sorry, what?" I asked, shocked. " You heard me right for the first time." He did not repeat him words but continued to look at me, standing a few feet away from and looking intimidating just as ever. The thing was, I hated being looked at for too much. Much of this insecurity came from being curvy and not being comfortable under my own skin. But his gaze was something else. It did not make me uncomfortable in the way people usually do, it was almost as if he was looking at me. Not my looks or my work, but at me. " You fail to understand, sir. When I tell you that I don't want your help in something which is not related to work, I mean it. Apart from that, if I find myself in a difficult position in a case, I know where to find you." I took a step back and turned around to collect my laptop and bag to leave but his voice stopped me again. " I have been waiting for you longer than you know of it Miss Chopra. You will find out soon enough." His words sounded dangerously close to a promise, sending a shiver down my spine as he once again sat down in the chair next to where I was standing. " Have a good day sir." I hurried out of the Conference room once I had everything. Ignorance is bliss, until it is not. She knows of it. He knows of it. He accepts it, she does not. They are not opposites but they are in no way similar either. But the real question is, will she acknowledge it?

What had I done? Rajveer Pratap Ranawat was a crime lord, king of the fucking underworld and I was here, in his den with nothing but a notepad and a pen. His presence was suffocating, bone chilling. "You think you can uncover my secrets, Miss Sharma?" His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, sending a shiver down my spine. "You're playing a dangerous game." I squared my shoulders, trying to muster the same bravado that had carried me into this lion's den. "I'm not playing," I retorted, my voice betraying a hint of defiance laced with unease. "I'm here for the truth, no matter how deep it runs." A predatory smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his dark eyes gleaming with something that sent a chill through me. "Oh, I know your kind," he murmured, taking a slow step closer until his presence enveloped me. "Bold on the surface, trembling underneath." "I'm not afraid of you," I insisted, though the way his fingers brushed against my arm sent a jolt of electricity through me. His expression hardened, his grip tightening just enough to convey his power. "You should be," he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. "In my world, fear is survival." His eyes bore into mine with a primal intensity, a challenge and a warning wrapped into one. "You are already in deeper than you realize," he murmured, his voice softening imperceptibly. "And now that you are in, there is no turning back." The room seemed to close in around us and then is when I realised that I had stepped into a dangerous game-one where the lines between adversary and attraction blurred dangerously, threatening to consume me in ways I never imagined possible. "And you, my Dove," Rajveer's voice cut through the thick silence like a blade, chilling me to the core. His tone held a possessive edge, cold and commanding. "look like you are meant to be mine. And what is mine," he paused, his dark eyes boring into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, "stays with me."

The story is set in early 1990s in a rural area. A bond is formed due to the promise of honour and respect. A marriage out of necessity and maybe a little bit of obsession. A girl filled with the hope of love and a guy completely enamored by her. How will their life unfold? ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It is inspired by the serial named "Begusarai". But only inspired, the story is completely mine. As I said before this is based in a rural area so am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

The story of a Pakistani girl born in a desi middle class household. Being part of the society that believes Fair is Lovely, Madiha has a hard time settling with her brown skin and ordinary looks. All her mother wants, like every other desi mother, is for her daughter to find a prince charming that would fly her off to his lavish kingdom.. However, they soon realize that prince charming may not be all that charming and that true love may not always reside in lavish kingdoms. Sometimes it's infront of you, all you need is a pair of eyes that has the sight to see it. That's why they say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Disclaimer: Book dialogues in Roman Urdu still un-translated

Why do you think I would be okay with the man who allegedly killed his former three wives? Or did he? --- Why do you think I would be okay with the girl who tried to ruin my plants? Or would I?

"Her love was lustrous and naive like a child while his was strong as armour and forever wild." . . A saga of the two souls who are forbidden for one another but are ready to tear apart the world if its comes to their love, a massive clash that follows after that and the lives affected by it. . . {This is the spin-off of Begusarai and cannot be read stand-alone.} . . Cover @kuromi2210

"Her love was lustrous and naive like a child while his was strong as armour and forever wild." . . A saga of the two souls who are forbidden for one another but are ready to tear apart the world if its comes to their love, a massive clash that follows after that and the lives affected by it.

~ A forced bride's depressing world collides with a wounded gangster on the run. Will this collision bring more chaos or will it be start of a new beginning? ~ FULL SUMMARY, AESTHETICS AND EXCERPT INSIDE. Cover by @Emalax

In the face of the powerful, young and roguishly handsome landlord Choudhary Shah-Nawaz Qureshi, only Mehar-Bano was the one to oppose his patriarchal rule and in her fight, she fell and lost her husband, her heart and home. But it didn't stop her. A saga of love, obsession, insanity, murder and vengeance. The Fallen Widow.