𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝕺𝖋 𝕽𝖆𝖟𝖆 𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 Book 2 (Can also read as standalone) Zaviar Raza, once a charming sunshine, is now the silent and cold CEO of Raza Enterprises, broken by heartbreak when the woman he secretly loved married someone else, leaving him unable to move on. Haya Imran, a divorced woman who survived an abusive marriage, thought her life was finally settling-until her father arranges another marriage for her, to none other than her academic rival. But can she truly trust him with her heart? Will Zaviar's devotion be enough to heal her scars, or will the past come back to shatter their fragile happiness? x 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 x • Arranged marriage • Second Chance • Unrequited Love (later turns mutual) • Divorced FMC • Cold MMC x Grumpy FMC • "Can burn the world for her" • He fell first and harder ✯ -this book is for the ones who choose devotion, even when it hurts. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: 27 / 09 / 2025 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: ________

'When I first saw you I said Mashallah and then I said Inshallah' ...... From innocently stalking to fumbling through conversations, she's a walking disaster of charm and sincerity, even if it doesn't always come out right. He's the type to hold his patience like a shield, but even the most patient man can't avoid the chaos that follows this cute, no-sense girl wherever she goes "I am so close to smacking your head with this pen now. Don't get on my nerves anymore and tell me what I said the next step would be!" The patient man, who can no longer be called patient, glares at the poor girl who is pressing her lips tightly together, trying not to let out a sniff, while holding the hem of her shawl so tightly that it will definitely leave wrinkles. "You said..." she starts quietly but ends up bursting when she cannot remember exactly what he taught her. "That you wouldn't be rude! But you're so rude! I don't want to learn from you!" she tried. But couldn't hold back from snapping at his rudeness. Sniffing, she glares at him as he looks at her, clearly annoyed. "You're impossible," he mutters, shaking his head. Yet somehow, there's a smile hiding behind that stern look because nobody can ignore her cuteness. "Jerk," she mumbles to herself before quickly glancing up with wide, innocent eyes, hoping he didn't hear. It's a love story that's as sweet as it is ridiculous, filled with more laughter than either of them ever expected.

Gujrat, Pakistan. A town where legacy doesn't die - it simmers quietly, waiting to rise again. Hasna Chaudhary Sikander was born with a name that once ruled the region. Her grandfather, Chaudhary Maqbool Sikander, wasn't just a minister - he was a legend. Three-time Nazim-e-Aala of the union council, unchallenged for fifteen years. People say the sun didn't rise in the valley without Maqbool's permission. But then he stepped down. Not because he lost. Because he chose silence over politics. And in his silence, a new name began to rise - the Haiders. Now, twenty-one-year-old Hasna lives in the ancestral haveli, walls lined with fading portraits and louder silences. Her family hasn't contested in years. Her father, a quiet businessman. Her uncles, comfortable in the background. But respect - that never left the Sikander name. Especially not in Gujrat. And now... another Chaudhary prepares to rise. Chaudhary Shehryar Haider, son of Haider Sr., is only twenty-four. Young, sharp, and ambitious. He wasn't raised to follow; he was trained to rule. And this year, he's stepping into the ring. Posters with his face are already plastered across poles, rickshaws, and chai dhabas. The air smells like politics - thick and heavy. Everyone expects a Haider vs. nobody election. Until fate flips the board. On a dusky afternoon in the old bazaar, Hasna's path crosses his. She's there for fabric. He's there to shake hands. But one gust of wind - deliberate by the universe - sends her dupatta flying... right onto Shehryar's shoulder. Their eyes lock. Her gaze - proud, unreadable. His - calculating, lingering a second too long. Two Chaudharys. Two legacies that were never meant to mix. But what happens when forgotten power meets rising ambition? He's the storm heading for the ballot. She's the silence that once ruled it all. But some silences... return with thunder.

#11 in What's hot list so far 20/07/2018. Thank you so much my beautiful readers. A simple middle class girl who lost both of her parents..and there's no one to stay beside her, to whom she can call her own is left alone in this crucial world. A boy who is cold hearted,arrogant..doesn't care for anyone except his family..LOVE word doesn't exist in his dictionary. What will happen when they both will collide with each other? She needs love but He's not ready to give.She looks upto him but He looks away from her...Is Ehsaas gonna bind them together? let see... Cover credit goes to @_PrincessRapunzel_

WARDA AHSAN AGE - 19 DAVYAN ZAFAR KHAN AGE -25

His foot steps fell near the bed as he pulled out a blue box from his Kameez pocket. Twisting it in his hand, his lips formed into a sneer as he threw it in my lap. I looked up at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion filled in them. "Mun dekhai uss mun ke leye jisko dekhnay ka mujhay koi shouq nahi." Our first encounter, the first ever sentence he said to me and this was it? I felt my heart break into a million pieces that night. . . . Read Yaar e Bereham for romance, suspense and twists. ✨ WARNING: THIS BOOK HAS URDU DIALOGUES WITHOUT ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS.

Some love stories are chosen, others are written by destiny. Zara never imagined that the path of her life had been decided long before she had a say in it. Bound by a silent promise she never knew existed, she finds herself married to Razaan-a man who has loved her for as long as he can remember. But love was never supposed to come this way. Not forced, not fated, not without choice. Razaan knew the truth all along, yet he waited-for her to see, for her to understand, for her to accept. He loved her in silence, hoping that one day she would find her way to him. But how do you convince someone to embrace a fate they never asked for? Between resistance and surrender, between duty and desire, Zara and Razaan embark on a journey where love is not just about the heart-it is about trust, faith, and the acceptance of what was always meant to be. Because when love is written in Qismat, no force in the world can erase it. A slow-burn, emotionally intense story of love, fate, and the power of written destiny. Are you ready to believe in what's already meant to be? #1 in Muslimwedding #12 in Poetry out of 349k [ROMAN URDU WITH ENGLISH TRANSLATION FOR DIALOUGES]

Yasmeen never imagined her father would marry her off to Khaleel-a man she barely knows, a stranger with sharp eyes and a softer side he hides from the world. Their marriage starts with silence, cold stares, and unanswered texts... but fate keeps pulling them closer. Between stolen glances, unspoken words, and late-night drives, Yasmeen slowly learns that falling for her husband might be the sweetest kind of danger. But she isn't alone in this story. Her best friend Intisar carries scars of her own, and Ya Amar-the quiet observer-might just be the one to heal them. ✨ Secrets. Silent wars. Slow-burn tension. When duty collides with desire, will love be enough to save them all?

She was the loud, modern first-year who never cared what people thought. He was the final-year topper everyone admired-disciplined, feared, and untouchable. They hated each other from the very start. But one ruined wedding, one broken promise... and one desperate decision tied them together in a secret nikkah no one could know about. Enemies in public. Strangers at home. And yet-two souls bound by a sacred vow neither of them wanted. Will pride keep them apart, or will faith bring them closer?

Yasmin is a widow.Her husband passed away from a heart attack and since then she has devoted herself to her in-laws and working as a teacher. Huzaifa is young man who you could classify as being rich but he is humble.Everyone's telling him to get married but his waiting for his one. Cover by @Nanah_Muhammad