Love and revenge-they both start with obsession. The difference is who dies first. 𝐕𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 was used to silence, to small rooms and smaller dreams, until she decided to step inside Roy mansion. They called it the mansion of gold. From the outside, it shimmered like wealth's perfect illusion; marble floors, crystal chandeliers, voices that never knew what hunger sounded like. But Vaani learned early that gold can hide rot better than dust ever could. She entered the Roy Mansion not as a guest... but as a storm, came back for one reason: revenge. Against the powerful family that destroyed everything she once loved. For them, she was just a maid but she was much more than what she appeared to be. Every smile in that mansion was a mask. Every secret, a weapon waiting to be used. And fate had a cruel sense of irony. Because standing in her way was... 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐲-the name every girl at Crescent Hill University sighed over and every rival feared. He was the face of perfection: tall, sharp, untouchable. The heir whose father owned the university and half the city skyline. He hated her existence. She despised his breathe. She was supposed to destroy the Roys. But she ended up destroying herself instead. In a world dripping with money, power, and deceit, Vaani learned hard way that survival came at a price. Every whispered insult, every cruel smirk from the rich, entitled students only burned her resolve deeper. Until hatred began to twist into something darker- An obsession neither of them could control. Because when revenge starts to feel like desire...you stop knowing which one will destroy you first. "You think money makes you untouchable?" He smirks "No. Power does." "One day, it'll all burn." "Then burn with it. You look prettier in flames." "I hate you." He stepped closer, "Good, Hate keeps you close."

STORY OF A GIRL THAT STRUGGLE WITH HER BEUTY, she believed that her beauty is her curse.

Inspired by Khaled Hosseini's 'A Thousand Splendid Suns' comes a fictional piece written for my English project. COPYRIGHT: A THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS BELONGS TO KHALED HOSSEINI. THIS IS A PIECE OF FICTION. DO NOT COPY THIS WORK. © AL0NE9, 2015.

With a flutter of her lashes and a sultry smile, she revealed her heart's deepest desires. 'Among my many dreams, one stands out - to be your queen,' she whispered, her voice husky and persuasive. 'I long to be the one you trust implicitly, the one whose love and care know no bounds. I aspire to be your partner in every sense, making you proud to call me your wife. I want to be your irresistible obsession, your sweet addiction, your forever companion.' Her eyes sparkled with intensity as she asked, 'Let me be your queen.' But just as he seemed to falter, she pressed on, her voice laced with a hint of vulnerability, 'I'm afraid... but...' ---------- Imagine a life-shattering revelation: on the day you took your first breath, your fate was sealed in a lifelong commitment to the one person you've loathed since childhood. Your cousin, yet arch-nemesis, Nabil Muhammad Suleiman, a ruthless pilot and CEO, has made your life a never-ending battleground. His ego and chauvinism know no bounds, and he's determined to control every aspect of your existence. Afifah Maryam Habib Suleiman, a fiery and unyielding architect, has built a top construction company and a reputation for independence. She detests being shackled and will stop at nothing to preserve her freedom. Yet, their parents' arrangement binds them together in a union that's both inescapable and suffocating. As they embark on a journey of clashes and unexpected twists, Nabil's dominating aura and Afifah's unbridled spirit collide in a maelstrom of passion and willpower. Will their bond ignite a fiery inferno of love or a war of attrition? Join them on a rollercoaster ride of emotions, as they navigate the unbreakable bond that threatens to consume them both. Started : 20 September 2021. Ended : .........

***The story may unfolds at a slow pace, allow the readers to engage with it at their own rhythm, following its natural progression.*** ************************************ Ayesha, Ayesha was the name of Murad's sister's. She does not live with them, she had left home a long time ago and neither she will be welcomed in this house again. How much embarrassment his family had to face the day his sister ran away from her Nikkah. Only to know that she married to a non-Muslim man. And that man was none other than Mustafa's wife Chhaya Singh Rathore's brother, His own wife Mr Murad Ahmet Mustafa's wife. Chaya was setting up her pillow and and blanket as the soft tinkling of her bangles echoed in the stillness, she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The nuptial chain adorned her neck. Her figure, graceful, the kind many would desire, she adjusted the long, light pallu of her saree over her shoulder, which seemed to perpetually slip off, as if mocking her attempts to keep it in place, when suddenly she felt as though someone was staring at her. She turned to find Mustafa on bed, her devoted husband, gazing at her with affection. Detect the subtle sarcasm in his expression, she gave a slight snicker as she returned to her work. ...... The slap echoed through the air, its sharpness leaving Mustafa motionless, He looked at the woman who dared, her face flushed with rage, her anger evident in every feature. She took a step back, before she could pull away he gripped her neck and savagely forced his lips onto hers, leaving a brutal mark of dominance and then he released her. A second slap slammed into his cheek, sting lingering. Without pause, he brutalised her once more silencing her resistance in a single, overpowering motion. ************************************ This is my first time writing a story. #1 ranking out of 16k in cry #2 rank in temple #3 home rank out of 36.6 k Stories #1 freedom out of 17k #54 ranking out 134k in hate

"...Don't show that you cared about my happiness, when you actually didn't. I doubt if you ever truly did care." I whispered the last part menacingly at him, clenching my jaw as my eyes filled with tears. The way his face hardened and his eyes dilated, I assumed he heard me as a muscle in his jaw ticked. I lowered my pointing finger and wiped my tears furiously from the back of my hand, looking away. "It's good that you got to know about everything before this marriage facade got out of our hands. Now, you'll realize that you never had any feelings for me and it was just an infatuation." He scoffed, looking away. His adam's apple bobbed as his veins popped out lividly. "Don't you dare insult my love, Wali! My love for you was so pure. You know what? You don't even deserve it." I told him, swallowing the lump in my throat. My voice came out harsh as my breath grew thin and ragged. I tried to control myself, reminding there were people in this house. Ya Allah, who was this man standing in front of me? ----- Meet Wali Rehman Khan and Aleyha Shaikh. They both grew up together, they were cousins by fate but best friends by choice. Wali had always been overprotective of her and deeply cares for her, fulfilling her every demand. She thought he loves her the way she loves him but how can he love when he hates even the thought of love? She had believed he would always be there for her but how wrong she was! He left and was back after five painful years. She no longer was the same teenager he last saw or knew, she had changed and changed for good. But still, around him, she didn't know how to feel. She tried but her heart was no longer in her control and she paid a heavy cost due to that. Was the payment worth it? Was it all along Allah's plan? -------------

Inaya, a vulnerable and ambitious young girl, had her life forever altered when she was forced into marriage at the tender age of 11. The trauma and hardships that followed threatened to shatter her dreams of completing her education and building a better future. As Inaya navigates the complexities of her tumultuous marriage and the challenges that come with it, she must also contend with the difficulties faced by her family. Will she find the strength to overcome the trauma and adversity that surrounds her? Can she escape the shackles of her past and forge a new path towards achieving her dreams?

Sa'ad Bashir has a secret and a motive, any person with these two should be found dangerous. He infiltrated the Baffah Sadiq family while they had no idea about his past. Hafsat (Iram) Baffah Sadiq never really paid attention to him until she used him to get out of a silly predicament and they both got stuck in a lie. What will happen when secrets start to unveil themselves and doubts settle in between two young people who just realised that they are each other's better halves?

Living with the teenage thought of life always being a bed of roses, Aisha Umar Faruk got her life damaged at the revelation of her mother being a prostitute and she was raped to pay for the crimes her mother committed. Dr. Nasir was her saviour and she lived with him, having a fantasy of a love filled life until his heartless brother broke apart her rope of hope and she was left with a broken heart to stitch. Being married to Abba was a whole painful phase for Aisha and the path she followed in knowing what had been enshrouded even before she was born. "Who was the guy you were kissing right before the eyes of thousand of people?!" "What were you doing in A & H hotel with a guy?!" "Where are you from?" All these questions and even more were asked by her husband and the answer was always the same, "I haven't gone out of this house even since the day you restrained me from doing so." He had never believed her, because she was always the one he saw. But she was telling him the truth, because she wasn't the one he saw. Who was this lady that added more salt to the wounds of Aisha Umar Faruk?

Meet Marwa Kabeer Hassan: A rude, narcissistic, audacious, and dramatic lady. She looks very innocent, beautiful, and nice but she has that no-nonsense aura that radiates off her like a flame, no one dares to mess with her. She hates royalty and every small thing related to royalty, especially the royals. The only set of people she tolerates is her family and they are people below middle-class. Zafeer Ibn Harith Baghdad: The eldest son of King Harith Baghdad and also the Crown Prince of Kano state. One look at the breathtaking guy, a person will fall in love with his handsome traits obtained from his mother who is an Arabian. He is the CEO of a successful real estate business and also the ambassador of Nigeria to Saudi Arabia. He is known for his unwavering fierceness and viciousness. His aura is domineering which makes him unapproachable. He can have anything he wants with just a snap of his fingers so no one dares to go against his words. As they say, "Two wrongs cannot make a right". But what if one is willing to change for the other?! Join me as I unravel the love story of Marwa Kabeer Hassan and Zafeer Ibn Harith Baghdad. And please, I would like it if you check out my first story on Wattpad and add it to your library. It is titled Asiya's diary. Please don't forget to check it if you haven't. Thank you. Love y'all, Gurlyyy22🌷.