​"I gave you three years to breathe, Hiba. Three years to grow into the woman I saw that night in the kitchen. Now, the time for breathing is over. Now, you belong to me." ​At fifteen, Hiba became an orphan. At fifteen, she was forced into a Nikah with her eldest cousin, the cold and terrifying Arzan Shah. He was supposed to be her shield, but his touch felt like fire. After a night of dark desire, he fled to London, leaving her with a bruised neck and a shattered heart. ​Three years later, Hiba is eighteen, beautiful, and finally feels free. But Arzan has returned. He isn't the man who left; he's a predator coming back for his prize. And this time, he's not leaving without the Ruksati he wants hiba in his room, in his bed and under him. these story is not like my previous one it's dark Romance and for 18+ read at your own risk.

Welcome to Mirza Haveli, a grand joint-family ancestral home where privacy is a myth and laughter never stops. When the serious, career-focused corporate manager Zain is forced into an arranged engagement with his cousin Aaliya-a fast-talking human radio station with a flare for dramatic vintage-movie antics-the household goes into absolute overdrive. Backed by a mischievous brigade of prankster cousins, a poetic genius who recites situational shayari, and a grandmother who runs the family like a chess grandmaster, this is a slow-burning, lighthearted romantic comedy about finding love in the middle of beautiful, unadulterated family madness.

He is a man who lives abroad since he is just 10 years old and hates the concept of cousin marriage. Not knowing that there is someone in lucknow who is eagerly waiting for him to return back to her. Because he promises that he is " only hers." What happens when they meet again after so long? Is he remember his promise? Is he able to recognize her?

Haider khan, who lost his first love in a car accident and hid this secret with himself deep in his heart. Izza khan who loves him in the shadows without letting him know. But one night changes everything in their life and he had to marry her despite knowing that he didn't forget his first love. Yun ilzam na laga meri mohabbat par, Meine tho bas mohabbat ki hai koi gunah nahi.

"Why do you want to marry me if you don't even like me?" she asked, feeling frustrated. "Because I can't bear the thought of you being with someone else," he replied in a dull voice. What happens when they enter a nikkah bound by confusion and unspoken truths? Is his indifference real-or are deeper feelings hidden behind his silence?

"I am sorry, please forgive me". He said to me lowering his gaze. " You destroy my life, sir. your sorry can't fix anything. I hate you." I said angrily grapping him by his collar. Two souls lived under the same roof ---- one drowning in guilt, the other breathing hatred with every breath.

The Things She Never Said After her father's death, Ayesha and her mother found a home under her aunt's roof. They were given shelter, support, and a family to lean on when they had no one else. Years later, Ayesha still carries the weight of that kindness. She never complains. Never argues. Never asks for anything she cannot have. And most importantly, she never says no. So when her family decides that she will marry her older cousin, Hamza, no one thinks to ask what she wants. Hamza is strict, respected, and used to being obeyed. To him, the arrangement is only natural. To Ayesha, it is a future she never dared to imagine , and one she doesn't know how to refuse. Bound by gratitude, family expectations, and the words she keeps buried inside, Ayesha must navigate a life where everyone believes they know what is best for her. But some silences grow heavier with time. And some things, once left unsaid, change everything.

Series 2 of triplets Yusuf Mir sheikh 💓 Zarmin shahveer khan

••| 1st in Arranged Series |•• Can be read as a Standalone. "Thank God, you took my call," he mumbled. "Why did you send that flower bouquet?" He fought the urge to chuckle at her troubled voice. "At least those flowers made you talk to me. May I know what I did to get this ignored treatment of you?" "Don't do such things and please don't call me again." She wanted to say this but her tongue refused to form those words. "I...I was just busy due to my studies that's why." She bit her tongue when she realized she had answered exactly the opposite of what she wanted to say. He sat up and glared at the phone's screen. So this kitten knew how to play hard to get? "Are you sure that's the only reason?" "No, I am telling the truth. I have exams in a few days. " "Ohh...so am I distracting you?" "I am sorry, I won't disturb you now." "No, no, you don't disturb me." Her heart came into her mouth at the consequences of his words. It was not easy to resist Ruhaan Sufiyan Ahmad. He himself knew it and it took Nisha Sikandar just two weeks to realize it. ____________________ Start Date: 30/04/2022 End Date: 09/06/2023

(used to be titled 'the loving marriage') ━━━━━━━ "Zaroon, Don't," I said pushing his arms away. "Why not?" He asked acting clueless like what he was doing won't get us in trouble. I stared at him in disbelief "Zaroon" I warned "Jannat," He said smirking and mocking me. "We can't do this" I stated looking away as he got closer. "Why not? I'm your husband. You're my wife" He said that. He literally said that. Why? Why is he acting like he didn't hate me last month? Why is he acting like he isn't getting married to Falak? "Not completely. And I'll never be your wife completely. Ever" I said as tears started forming in my eyes and I got angrier. ━━━━━━━ 𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙩 𝙊𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙉𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙖 is a 19-year-old who will do anything to achieve her dreams. But her dreams come crashing down when she gets assigned to get married to her dad's side's cousin, Zaroon. 𝙕𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙌𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙧 𝙉𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙖 is a 24-year-old who works in a company for his father. What happens when he marries his cousin whom he always got compared to and hates it? - this book doesn't define Islam. - the storyline isn't fully mine it was inspired by the Pakistani drama "Suno Chanda" - has strong language and mature scenes. kinda.