All of them stood around with surprise and shock morphed on their faces while some had fear as they looked at him who was striding infront of them with his hands locked at his back. Turning to them he looked into those all eyes with his sharp gaze sending shivers to them as he spoke next words again striding from one end to the other with his authoritative personality. "From now on.....this property.....This house belongs to me Arnav Singh Rathore, and you all ....will be working here, under me from now on". Their eyes widen as they looked at him in disbelief. Them the owners of their house till yesterday are supposed to work under him. How insulting. They would never do that. Before they open their mouth he spoke again. " If not, you will be out as beggars. Or just work under me as slaves". He said as he took a side glance at them and smirked on finding them red in humiliation and anger. This is what he wants. Nope. He wants more than that. He turned around swiftly where she stood. There in a white saree. The one who weighs the honour of her new home on her shoulders as a daughter in law but a widow. The wife of that person who he had killed right on the asile infront of her. To destroy their honour, the one they cherish the most she will be his one target for him. He strided towards her in slow steps as her body visibly tensed with her shoulders risen up as she looked at him hesitantly with her flickering eye lashes casting up and down. Standing right infront of her he jutted his chin to her with a smirk as he spoke. "And you Mrs. Rathore. The honour of this home will be my personal slave from now on, servicing my special needs and comforts, in my bedroom ".

AAMIR SIKANDAR( age 29) He is a bussinessman who is known for his coldness, straightforwardness and ruthlessness in the bussiness world . what will happen when he marry a young innocent girl to protect her . PARISHAY KHAN ( age 18 ) a young innocent girl , who hasnt faced the world . what happen when she has to live with a coldhearted stranger . ----------- Aamir looked towards usama, and saw him on the flour .he was shot in the chest area .the shot which was meant for aamir . "Usama!" Aamir ran towards him and knelt down beside him . "Aa.. amir listen" usama stuttered "Usama, nothing will happen to you . Just keep your eyes open " aamir said while calling for help . Usama shooked his head ,"lis-ten ... my sis-ter .if some-thing ha..happens to me ....take care of her ." Aamir knew that usama had a sister , but no other relatives . "Give- her your name ..... she -wont be able ... to face the world al-one" usama said while holding aamir's hand . Aamir looked at him questioningly , he knew that usama's sister was young , but he didnt think she wont be able to face the world . " you - will understand , after meeting her" usama said and aamir promised to always be there for her . ( Assalam ualaikum! Hope that you will like this story)

A journey of Two people who were broken. Ahil Raza & Hoorain Ahmad Kabhi kabhi humara guzra hua kal humare ane wale kal ko bhi khaa jata he. Hume khul kar urne se rok deta he. Kya kisi shakhs ka saath aap ko aapke guzre hue kal se azaad kar sakta he? _________ "Chalo yaha se" "Nahi jaana mujhe." "Hoorain main tumhe akhri dafa keh raha hoon" "Aap ne jo karna he kar le MAIN NAHI UTHU GI" "As you wish!" Aur use pata nahi chala tha kab use un mazboot bazuon ne utha liya tha.

Dana Noori : A hijabi, nurse in training. She's hiding her true self. She's sick. A rare disease. Without her meds it's hard for her to live. She gets involved with a murder case accidentally and she doesn't know what will happen at the end- especially to her! She thought she was brave but maybe not enough..unexpected things happen. <3 • Rafael King Romano : A atheist, A FBI. A workaholic. A caption. He's a very closed person. He's very brutal and anyone is intimidated by him. He gets a big case about a murder streak in the same apartments Dana lives in. He was only interested in his work but slowly felt protective...or not? - He is kinda heartless, He only cares about his job, nothing else, no one else. Right..? He doesn't want to care for anyone else. He shows no emotions. Then he meets a bubbly Dana- he hates her. He hated how she was so gullible and was always center of attention. His mind hated her but his heart had a whole city for her and she was the only population. Denied Preview ~ "Do you hate me?" I said tilting my head softly looking at him He looks down at me coldly, "yes a lot" ~~ My hands shook as I held my phone. I look back at the letter and back at the phone. Im doing it. "Hello-" a cold deep morning voice was heard on the other end. "I-I'm scared.." I sobbed out. For the first time I'm not sassing with him or talking bubbly. ~~ "Who's car did you come out of..." My brother spoke with anger. I gulped. "S-someone.." I said whispering. Darn it! I really thought I had confidence. "I SAID WHOS FUCKING CAR IS THAT!" -- WARNING!!: ⚠️ TW: BLOOD! TOUCHING! BAD Language! MURDER!! ZINA

ALEX The name is enough to shiver down anyone. He is the defination of cruelty and known for his torture. The king of Mafia. He is cold, cruel, dominant and a ruthless monster. Even though everyone know about him but no one ever saw his face or know how he looks. She is cold stern and fearless woman working in a hospital as a general surgeon. She is the defination of pious and religious. He never thought she would come and change his life like a complete rollercoaster, never in his wildest dreams he thought he could do such things. Even though there were many similarities between them but they are complete opposite poles. They never thought two different worlds can ever meet to make it one in the most beauteous way. Tropes; Strong FL X Strong ML. Mafia X Doctor. He fell first and harder. Forced marriage. This is a journey to the straight path which he never knew ever existed.

Hana Saleh's life was a symphony of tradition and quiet contentment. At 20, she was a tapestry woven with the threads of her faith: the warmth of family dinners, the gentle rustle of her hijab as she walked through the bustling streets of New York. Her days were filled with the humdrum of classes at the University, the joy of helping her mother at the family bakery, and the quiet solace of prayer. This tranquil life, however, was another to be ripped apart by a force as potent and unpredictable. Massimo Costa was a man of contradictions. He was the ruthless Don, feared by all, his name whispered with reverence and dread. Born into a life of violence, Massimo had risen through the ranks with lightning speed, his ambition knew no bounds, and he yearned for absolute control over the illicit empire. ------------------------------ His laugh echoed throughout the room, a chill ran down my spine as i hid behind a small space between the door and wardrobe. "It seems like my fiore mio is playing hide and seek." In a swift motion, I was pulled out my hiding spot, his hot breath mixing with mine as he scowls at me. His eyebrows frowning and his large calloused hands clenched around my cheeks. "You think this is a game? I gave you a chance and now you'll learn your place the hard way." His arm circled around my knees, lifting me over his shoulder. I hit his back screaming, I gasped as he threw me onto the bed. His eyes bore into mine. "Take off your clothes...." ------------------------------ ⚠️18 +

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❤️

❝Are you bald, babygirl? Is that why you cover your head?❞ The Bully and His Babygirl ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. [#1 in Bully, 01.02.2021] . . . In addition to being looked down by the entire school because of her faith, the school 'badboy'- Zayd is adamant on making Alya's life hell. A project together and a study trip is all it takes for Alya to discover who Zayd really is. And, for Zayd to discover his feelings for Alya that he never realized he had. There's more to Zayd than meets the eye. And Alya is determined to find out what he's hiding. . . . ❝𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲?❞ . . . [ His series : Book 1 ] Highschool Romance; *not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Note- Idk why Wattpad put a mature tag to this book. This book does not contain mature themes and is suitable for ages 13+ Ranking- #3 in Teenfiction #5 in Chicklit ×2 (06.01.2021) and (08.01.2021) #2 in Bullied (31.01.2021)

Oman married a homeless girl to protect her from this cruel society. At first, he was beyond frustrate by this girl who was thrusted into his hands against his will. Later, unknowingly he fell harder for his little wife. *** Oman was exiled from his own country and he had travel to another country. During their deserted journey they both came close enough to share physical and emotional intimacy. Oman was a ruthless and fearless man, while tara was a quiet and innocent girl. Age-gap Historical fiction. 🔞🔞

"Five nights. Spend five nights with me and I will let your brother go." "I don't spend my nights in brothels." *** Full summary inside. Student x teacher Forced proximity Age gap Hate to love #1 muslimlovestory 06.25.25 #1 southasian 07.10.25 #1 muslim 12.02.25