••|3rd in Arranged Series|•• Can be read as a standalone I always find myself getting mesmerized by him. And today is no different. As I come into the corridor leading to the swimming pool with his favorite fresh orange juice, I am stunned by the sight in front of me. Stun is perhaps a small word. I am shocked, surprised, dazed, hypnotized, and bewitched by it. Do I do something really good in a while? Maybe Allah sometimes gives you a ton even without that. My prayers, my fascination, and my mind has always been filled with him. No doubt, I was lucky enough to behold this scene. My blood gets frozen in my veins as it can't even bring a blush to my cheeks. I am in an enchantment. He just performs a butterfly stroke and the way his beautiful and muscular back contrasts with the blue water, makes my jaw drop. He finally gets done with his daily swimming time and comes out of the water. His wet hair is stuck to his scalp and forehead. The water is dribbling through his hair, eyelids, and attractive beard. My breath gets stuck in my throat when he sweeps his hair away by his veiny hands. Allah, this is too much. When he stands up, his bare, sturdy, and muscular chest was all I can see. He grabs the towel and dries his body with it. When he reaches near me, I mum. He is just in his swimming shorts, looking so handsome. He is in his full glory and that is my weak point. "Earth to, Glasses." He snaps his fingers in front of her face. "I know I am a sight to behold but your eyes might get tired like this." The blood finally starts moving again. A flush soon creeps on my cheeks as he takes the glass of juice from me which causes his fingers to brush against my hand. I am doomed. That is for sure. Start Date: 04.03.2024 End Date: 31.05.2024

"What happened to you?" I asked and she looked away from me. "No... nothing" she stuttered I can tell she was crying. "You were crying?" I asked more like stated and she shook her head. "Isha... if you're upset because of what you saw in the morning then you sho.. shouldn't be" I said in the end stuttering. "I shouldn't be?" She asked innocently. And now her eyes filled up with tears. "She is my wife isha" I reasoned and she gives me sad smiled. "So am I" she whispered and tear escaped her eyes and turned to other side making me froze on my place. In those 2 years, this is the first time Isha said that she is my wife. Even I never acknowledge her as my wife. We hide this from everyone. We never behaved nor we asked each other that we are husband and wife and we want rights. So hearing Isha mentioning her as my wife makes me feel something in my heart which I never felt for her before. It makes me feel that I'm standing here with my 2nd secret wife. ******** "Mai bhale hi sirf tumhara nahi hun, par tum sirf meri ho. SIRF. MERI. Mrs Isha Arshad malik (i may not only yours. But you are mine. Only mine. Mrs Isha Arshad malik)" ******** Isha Abdullah. a beautiful 17-year-old girl. She lives in a small village. A village where girl treated like trash. She lost her mother when she born. Her father married another woman cause he wanted to give his daughter the love of a mother. But her fate gave her witch disguise by mother. She lost her father at the age of 12 and after that, her stepmother makes her life hell. Arshad Malik. A handsome kind 25 years old man. Happily Married man. He loves his wife. He married his college sweetheart when he was 23. He lived in Dubai with his wife cause of his business. They both came to their home town for some business but that led Arshad to married Isha. So how they got married and how they will hide their marriage from the world.

When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage. She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband? Will she ever be loved even if she loves him with all her heart? Will she ever be enough? How can she be okay with the fact that her husband is still in love with his girlfriend who's dead?

#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. •••

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ᴋᴀᴍʀᴀɴ ᡣ𐭩 ɴᴀᴀᴢɴᴇᴇɴ He stiffened instantly, his lips slowly parted against hers as he pulled back. Wrapping her in his arms, he patted her hair gently, his voice low and soothing. "Shh... main kuch nahi karunga, okay?"

Rishabh Khanna, a 23-year-old physics teacher, has recently started his teaching career at an elite private school. Financially unstable and grappling with the pressures of adulthood, Rishabh is dedicated to his job and determined to build a better future for himself. His world is one of hard work, responsibility, and modest dreams. Riddhima Sabharwal, a 17-year-old student at the same school. As the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the nation, Riddhima's life is a stark contrast to Rishabh's. With her striking beauty, sharp intellect, and a bit of an attitude, she commands attention wherever she goes. Beneath her confident exterior, however, lies a girl yearning for genuine connection and understanding, something she rarely finds in her privileged world. Riddhima's fascination with Rishabh begins innocently enough, sparked by his passion for physics and his earnest nature. But as she gets to know him better, her feelings deepen into a crush that she can't ignore. Rishabh, on the other hand, remains professional and distant, aware of the boundaries that must be maintained between teacher and student. 'He Is My Spring' is a compelling exploration of love, class differences, and the moral complexities of relationships that defy conventional norms. However, there is a twist in the story which makes the readers question if love can truly conquer all or is it the end of their story?

" 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭." ˙✧🪐 ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ 𝐀𝐲𝐞𝐳𝐚𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐡 : a girl who is fearless, flirtatious, & gorgeous. who never takes anything seriously, not even her own life. She dates just to tease and have fun. A typical bad girl. love is just a stupid word to her until she meets 𝐡𝐢𝐦. He manages to make her fall head over heels without even realizing it. She's used to being chased by guys, but now she finds herself chasing after him. But he has already given his heart to someone & she is left with a wounded heart and unrequited love. Destiny plays its role and they are tied together into the marriage. 𝐑𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐥 𝐀𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 : A man who is very sweet, kind nice, polite, humble and what not. Basically a absolute sweetheart. Girls can't help but have crush on him. He is all a girl want. A goody good boy. But even someone as kind and genuine as him has experienced the pain of unrequited love. It's a tragic twist when his one-sided love remains unfulfilled, as his lover passes away.

Book 1 where he fell first. ~♥︎♥︎♥︎~ A Girl creates an Instagram account where her schoolmates can confess their feelings to their crushes without revealing their identity. The twist comes when the Most Popular Boy of the school reveals about his secret crush and it turns her life upside down, giving her a chance to taste the sweetness of young first love. ~♥︎♥︎♥︎~ ★ Vinisha Sharma ★ The Good girl, an introvert, born topper, sweet, innocent, kind and beautiful. Books are her comfort place and romance is her favourite genre. All her life she's been a hopeless romantic. Looking for nothing but love. A kind of love which is only found in books. And then, she meets a boy who becomes her sunshine. Turning her fictional love into reality. ~♥︎♥︎♥︎~ ★ Aryan Malhotra ★ The Bad boy, an extrovert, flirty, tall & handsome, good at sports but bad in studies. A god-gifted face with a dimple. He was everything a girl wanted but he only wanted and needed her. He never thought that he will fall for someone completely opposite of him. But he fell.... hard. He never had expectations but just one hope. He tried to resist but failed. As she became his desire, addiction, obsession and a never ending temptation. ~♥︎♥︎♥︎~ Join this tale of first love that refreshes our school memories and gives birth to a lot of butterflies in our tummy throughout the story!

A woman who married her cousin, a woman who tried fulfilling all the responsibilities of being an ideal wife and an ideal daughter in-law but failed to fulfill the dream of her husband becoming a father. Life is not a fairytale where you could have everything but the woman lost her everything with her husband's second marriage. Is this the end of the woman's happiness or does she still have a chance of happiness??

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....