"I cannot do this... mai-maine humesha unhe apne bade bhai ki nazar se dekha hai. Aur... aur voh mujhse poore 9 saal bade hain, Dadajaan! Aap samajh kyu nahi rahe?"- ZOHRA QURESHI "Dadajaan, aapki baat ki nafarmani nahi karna chahta... par is baar main Zohra ki baat se sehmat hoon. Yeh nahi ho sakta."- AHSAN QURESHI AHSAN: Like lava. Quiet on the outside, but a blazing fire within. Disciplined, ruthless, and cold... dangerously cold. He is her university professor, and her worst nightmare. ZOHRA: Like a bottle of soda. Unpredictable, chaotic, and cute-a walking storm waiting to explode into anyone's peaceful life. Bound by the unyielding command of their family patriarch, two completely opposite worlds are forced into an arranged marriage. What happens when absolute peace and untamed thunder clash?

IZHAAN🌸ESHHAL

A collection of random one-shots. Different stories, different characters, different emotions.

[𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗡 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥❟ 𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗚𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗔𝗠❟ 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟲] 𝐍𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐬𝐡- 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ✿ a collection of short Indian love tales, binded with care and fates ✿ 𝟎𝟏. 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐠 ✓ 𝟎𝟐. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐦 ✓ 𝟎𝟑. 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐡𝐞 ✓ [THE BOOK IS WRITTEN IN HINGLISH, WITH TRANSALATIONS AVAILABLE]

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

️"I don't want this!!! " I said. "What?!!" He asked somewhat shocked. "I mean...I don't want this Marriage!!! " I said. "And why don't you want this marriage?" he asked calmly. I remained silent not knowing how to answer him. Suddenly he shouted -- "Then why the hell did you waste my precious time!!" He glared at me. "Why did I even come to meet this stupid girl?!!!" he muttered slowly. But I heard that which made me boil in anger. "You are saying as if I'm dying to meet you!!! Do you think you are the only one whose time is wasted?" With that I started leaving the garden furiously but suddenly I was pulled into a hard chest. I slowly looked up to see two brown orbs staring at me!!! "How dare you talk to me like that? Do you even know who I am?!" *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* Meet Krithika Sen....A Junior Doctor, who is a Young, beautiful and Responsible woman who prioritize her family first.She has great ambitions and She strives hard to achieve them 'UNTIL'.... Meet Hruday Aurora....A Successful Well Reputed Young Doctor, who is a little bit (?) Egoistic, Somewhat Arrogant..who don't give importance to anything other than his work UNTIL... UNTIL WHAT?!!! To know that... Read the story right now... ;) *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* Hey guys!!!!❤❤❤ This is our first story. So don't mind our mistakes. Hope you enjoy our story🤗 #1 in Doctors⚕ #1 in Wattpadindia #1 in yourstoryindia #1 in indian💖 #5 in Romance on 15/5/18. #1 in Romedy hot list. #2 in Possessive

Sanam Khan, a rebellious 19-year-old Pathan girl, is shocked when her grandparents decide that she must marry her 30-year-old cousin, Meer Hadi Khan, whom she has always called "Bhaijaan." In their traditional family, the decision of elders cannot be refused, and the marriage is important because Meer Hadi must be married to become the next Sardar of the tribe. While Meer Hadi quietly accepts the responsibility out of respect for tradition, Sanam strongly resists the idea of marrying someone eleven years older than her. Read the story to know what happens after they get married.

Not edited(first draft) Nayab Hasan 22 year old beautiful girl is a journalist. She is bubbly, kind hearted, adventurous and firm in her decisions. Haroon Samad khan 29 year old handsome is business tycoon. He is arrogant, Cold hearted, ruthless but caring, sweet and possessive for his family. _*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_ What happens when they were forced for NIKAH? Inspite of accepting each other as husband and wife they were unknown to each other. What happens when after NIKAH they unknowingly cross each hi other path in adverse conditions? And on their way of revenge, hate and ego they discover their relation and love. Join Nayab Hasan and Haroon Samad khan on their way of finding love..............

NOT A LOVE STORY What she choose for herself ? What God choose for her ? "Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒏𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 - 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒚. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 - 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬. 𝒁𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 is a man whose silence speaks louder than words. Calm, disciplined, and admired for his brilliance, he hides every emotion behind quiet composure. To the world, he is unreadable. But beneath that calm exterior lies a heart that has always loved in silence. 𝒁𝒂𝒓𝒂 is the quiet warmth every heart longs for. Gentle, soft-spoken, and effortlessly kind, she carries a heart that loves without conditions and gives without expectations. Her eyes hold the words her lips never say, and her kindness leaves an impression long after she's gone. She never chases attention, yet somehow becomes the one no heart can forget. What begins as an unexpected bond between two families slowly turns into a love neither of them ever speaks aloud. In stolen glances, silent moments, and emotions left unspoken, they discover that the deepest love is often the one that never asks to be heard. Some feelings stay unspoken. Some hearts understand without words. Some love never needs words. [𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚_𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐳]