𝐀 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐡. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · اِسْتِخارَہ [istiḳhāra] seeking good 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. Before dying, Nasir-ud-din left behind one final wish: for the family he built to stay together. But in a haveli filled with old traditions, unspoken longing, family chaos, and love that grows in silence, she slowly discovers that the heart she guarded the most had already chosen him long ago. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · یہ کس پے تعویز کر رہے ہو یہ کس کو پانے کے ہیں ووظیفے تمام چھوڑو بس ایک کر لو جو استخارہ تو میں تمہارا ye kis pe ta.avīz kar rahe ho ye kis ko paane ke haiñ vazīfe tamām chhoḌo bas ek kar lo jo istiḳhāra to maiñ tumhārā

❝𝙈𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙞 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙪𝙣.❞ (I pray for your death). My 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 I 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ❝ 𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙞.❞ (Then let's see just how strong your hate is). *** Full Desc Inside. 1 in #muslim

Evelyn married Adrian, believing her love could melt his cold heart. But years later, she finds herself trapped in a lonely mansion, raising their daughter Elena while her husband parades his mistress in public. Humiliation, heartbreak, and betrayal become her everyday companions-until the day Evelyn decides she has suffered enough. From a fragile, broken wife, she begins to rise as a woman of strength, grace, and power. But when Adrian finally notices her transformation, will it be too late? Or will love bloom in the ruins of their cold marriage? A slow-burn emotional journey of heartbreak, betrayal, and self-discovery - where love and revenge intertwine.

For Laila, love is devotion-every breath steeped in the remembrance of God. For Aamir love is a storm, untamed and distant from the faith she holds so close. Together they burn, fierce and unyielding, yet fragile under the weight of unspoken fears. When the truth of Laila's infertility strikes, their bond begins to wither in silence, every moment testing the limits of patience, faith, and desire. And then, one night, her soft voice broke the silence, echoing through the hollow of her own heart: "Aapko dusri shaadi kar leni chahiye." What once felt like freedom becomes a chain. What once was worship becomes a trial. This is their Qaid-e-Ishq-a love so fierce it binds, a faith so fragile it breaks.

"Ahhh, please leave me!" I screamed as Aditya dragged me by my hair and pushed me down hard into the living room. He knelt in front of me and yanked my hair forcefully. "How dare you cheat on me?" he roared, slapping me back and forth. Hearing the commotion, his mom and sister-in-law ran out, shocked. "Aditya..." "Stay out of this, Maa," he growled at them. Even I flinched at his voice. "I thought you were different," he continued "But no... I was wrong to believe you" he spat. "I d-didn't do a-anything... h-he's just a f-friend and I swear we were just s-studying. P-please t-trust me" I cried helplessly. "Friend?" He chuckled. "Friend, lover, husband: everything to you is me. Me. Only me," he screamed like a madman terrifying me even more. "You need punishment" he whispered "After this, you'll even hesitate to breathe the same air with another man" he said like a psycho. Before anyone could react, he dragged me to the kitchen and slammed my hand onto the hot pan. A scream ripped out of me. My vision blurred; the last thing I felt was his arms catching me as everything went black. ------------------------ Ananya, a 20 year old college student, gets married to Aditya, a 33 year old psychiatrist, under unexpected circumstances. To the outside world, Aditya is calm, gentle and the perfect husband who takes good care of her. But behind closed doors, he is dangerously obsessive, controlling and dominant and Ananya becomes the only thing he wants to own. ⚠️ Warning: This story contains dark romance, obsession, control and toxic behaviour.

A woman who married her cousin, a woman who tried fulfilling all the responsibilities of being an ideal wife and an ideal daughter in-law but failed to fulfill the dream of her husband becoming a father. Life is not a fairytale where you could have everything but the woman lost her everything with her husband's second marriage. Is this the end of the woman's happiness or does she still have a chance of happiness??

A lone tear escapes her eyes looking at his evil laughing face. "You should have seen your face....ohh god." His laugh was so evil and dangerous. "What...you thought that...I...Vansh Ranawat will Love you...YOU...a worthless...Ugly...Poor Girl...Babe...I don't do love. I FUCK...and you my darling were so far the best fuck...So keep this, it's a prize for pleasure you gave to your future KING." Today not only her heart but her self-esteem died.....this Man killed it....and broke her beyond repair..... He threw a bundle of notes before her and get inside his royal car. Pratiksha was still looking in the direction where he went. She should have listened to her best friend. She did a mistake by giving her heart to this evil man. Wiping her tears she stands...she has to be strong....not only for her but for. Will she be able to stand strong in this selfish society...? Will this betrayal is going to make her Self esteem...self respect..and courage strong...? She has to...she will loathe him till her last breath. Will, he realizes...what he lost...how his evil motives destroyed some one so fragile.? Will it be too late to repent...? Journey of two people... One with lots of FLAWS... One with determination see their Beautiful Ruin.

Isha Roy, a carefree college student living her life in her way. But her world tilts when she meets him-Yuvraj Rawat. Her dangerously irresistible professor who owns the roads with his roaring bike and owns her thoughts with just a look.

"You didn't eat again," he said quietly. She didn't turn. Didn't even flinch. "Maira," he spoke again, softer this time, taking a step closer. "I brought dinner. Atleast have a few bites." Her voice came out barely above a whisper, low, trembling. "Why? So I can stay strong enough to keep pretending?" The words hit him hard, knocking the breath out of him. "You're not pretending," Hadi said quickly, defensively, though he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince, himself or her. She turned slowly, eyes red and hollow. "Aren't I?" she asked, voice trembling. "I sleep in this room like a stranger. Even though I'm your wife. I exist in your world, Hadi... but can I ever exist in your heart?" "Maira," he began, this was the first time she had openly claimed her title as his wife and he didn't know how to respond, but he said with his tone heavy, "you know everything. I... I married you because I..." "...felt guilty," she finished for him, her voice sharp, cutting through the air. "You hit me with your car. My life shattered. And you had to save me to get rid of your guilt." He froze. Words deserted him. Her eyes dropped to the floor, tears gathering along her lashes. "At least Lubna has your love. Your son has your name. Me? What do I have?" --- 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐥𝐢. 24. No identity beyond that. No one to call hers. No place she could truly belong. Except in one nikahnama... where her name sat beside his. 𝐋𝐮𝐛𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 28. A talented interior designer. Graceful, and passionate about her work. Hadi's first love, and the woman the world recognizes as his wife. 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 30. Successful. Respected. A loving husband. A devoted father. A man who did the right thing, even when his heart wasn't in it, and married a woman out of guilt... not love.

Uns :a love series Fahad X Ayesha Fahad fell in love with Ayesha hard and fast, making her apart of his life had been easy , but will they be able to stand the test if time as life presents them one challenge after another . Will he be the perfect humsafar he promised to be. Or will they crash and burn