She always felt like an outsider in this house. It was like she was a guest who had stayed too long. Her cousin's cold stares, Chachi's sharp words, and the hidden insults reminded her daily that she wasn't welcome. She was quiet, gentle, and really close to her faith, but being so reserved made her an easy target. Even though she seemed soft, there was a strength inside her that no one could see. Her brown eyes showed a mix of hope and sadness, and her love for Feras was something she kept hidden, even though she wasn't sure he could ever feel the same. Feras was different. He didn't talk much and had a strong sense of right and wrong. Tall with piercing eyes, he had this calm but serious presence. He didn't show much emotion, keeping everything locked inside, yet he somehow looked out for Anam. He wasn't mean, but he wasn't warm either. He was a mystery she couldn't figure out. But fate had its own plans. The lies buried deep in their family were going to come to light, and Anam would find herself at the center of it all. It would force Feras to make a choice: save her... or destroy her. Start date: 19 November 2024 Finish date: 18 December 2024 This is my first ever book. Please ignore all the grammar mistakes as English isn't my first language, and give this story a try. I promise it's worth your time, and who knows? You might even enjoy it more than you expect! 😉

#35 in spiritual on 18 March 2018 unawareness . . silence . . Feel . . Love . . Tears . . Pain . . the moment . . Hearts . . connected. That's all I could say about the story. .

The first book in The Whispers of Ibaadat Series She marries him for peace. He marries her for protection. Neither expects love. Illiyeen enters Umair's world through an arranged marriage meant to shield her from family politics and silence old wounds. But what begins as a quiet compromise soon unravels into something deeper-intimacy, trust, and the slow, aching unraveling of two guarded hearts. Set against the backdrop of generational trauma, village legacy, and the quiet rebellion of love, Mehram follows Illiyeen and Umair as they navigate family reckonings, emotional repair, and the kind of closeness that makes them question everything they thought they knew about marriage. This is not a love story. It's a story about becoming each other's safe place.

A writer by passion and a university student, she was everything men wanted in their women but not every family was filled with bustling happiness and after her parents' marriage came to a tragic end, she couldn't bring herself to the thought of loving and marrying someone in the future. Her fear only deepened when her father married for the second time- love wasn't deep and permanent- was all she thought until she met him. He was the son of a politician and a renowned businessman. Everyone in the business and political world worshipped him for what he had and who he was. He had everything but hailing a family like that, he was fated to not have a childhood, dream, passion and perhaps love. He was fated to live for the company. What's life if he didn't get to live it for himself? They then meet, eyes lower and eyes speak. And when eyes speak, souls fall in love. Meet Zaviyar and Maheen.

Nadia's tears streamed down her face as she prostrated herself in namaz, her body shaking with sobs. "Ya Allah, why did You accept my dua?" she whispered, her voice cracking with despair. A flashback hit her mind - her Nani's wise words: "Bewakoof ladki, aisi dua nahi mangte jisse baad mein pachtawa." (Foolish girl, don't make such prayers that you'll regret later.) Nadia's Nani had warned her about the dua she made with Manahil, but she hadn't listened. Now, Nadia regretted her ignorance. She wished she had heeded Nani's words, had been more thoughtful about her prayers. "Why didn't I listen, Nani?" she whispered, feeling a pang of regret. Her tears fell onto the prayer mat as she begged Allah to change her destiny. "Please, Ya Allah, cancel my dua. I don't want to share my husband with anyone." Nadia's voice was barely audible, lost in her sorrow and desperation. Story of two friends nadiya and manahil who loved each dearly and can't live without each other .

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.

Zayden Khan - 28, the powerful and ever-controlled heir of Khan Villa. A man of few words, built on rules, responsibility, and restraint. The perfect son, the respected CEO - but behind those calm eyes hides a storm he never lets out. Especially when it comes to her. Arshiya Shaik - 18, the innocent heartbeat of Shaik Villa. A soft-spoken, chocolate-loving girl who still believes in fairytales and wears her dupatta like a crown. Adored by everyone, protected by her brothers - and unknowingly, claimed by one man since childhood. Bound by a nikah no one speaks of, separated by years and silence - yet tied by something deeper than blood. She was his peace... And he, her unspoken possession. Humiya_writez

UNS: infatuation an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something.

A collection of series of different couples! Some happy Some sad Some reality filled Some emotional Sone cousins All in all every emotion to be portrayed in the story! Peep in to see different journeys of different couples

"I'm coming directly to the point. I'm not interested in this marriage. I'm only here because of the pressure from the elders. At the moment, I'm dating a girl called Shreya and she's a model. If I have to be honest, you are nowhere near her. Anyway, Ananya if you want to you can back off from the marriage. If you decide to marry me then don't expect anything from me. I will still continue my relationship with Shreya, and you won't have any rights to control me. And this marriage will only last a maximum of 6 months. I'm already preparing divorce papers" He said all this in one go. It took Ananya a while to absorb everything he said. Ananya felt numb. The Nikhil in front of her wasn't the Nikhil she had once developed feelings for. Nikhil has changed a lot It took her a few minutes to recover from the shock. And she finally managed to form some words. "Nikhil? Don't you have any compassion?" Ananya asked with tears flowing down her cheeks. . . . . . . . . . . . This is the story of Nikhil and Ananya. And the emotional rollercoaster they go through in life before finding happiness.