"Bu...But we are married" I tried to defend myself "But I don't consider you my wife, get the hell out of my room" He yelled I couldn't help but just stare him "You Bloody whore , get out" He slammed the door in front of me as hard as he could. "I hate you" I muttered under my breathe Zara Haider , a 28 year old cardiologist marries an egositic rich brat Shuja Asif, She is a average girl who is practicing Muslimah, she doesn't believes in love. She is a introvert and never fights for her right but when she is forced to marry Shuja Haider her whole perfect life turns into imperfect one. Shuja Asif , a 28 year old Owner of 5 star hotels around world had been forced into marriage with Zara haider who is not of his type. He is egoistic and is already in love with a model "Samaira". A muslim love story, where both of them carry hatred towards each other. One of them believes in love and one of them hates the idea of being in love. Will their world ever colide? Will Zara and Shuja ever get along? To know more , Check the book. #unedited #63 in Spiritual --31st july 2017 #53 in Spiritual --1st August 2017 #45 in Spiritual --2nd Aug 2017 #30 In Spiritual --3rd Aug 2017 #28 in Spiritual --7 Aug 2017 #23 in Spiritual --8/9 Aug 2017 #22 in Spirirual -- 10 Aug 2017 #20 in Spiritual 11 Aug 2017 #18 in Spiritual -- 13 Aug 2017 #13 in Spiritual -- 16 Aug 2017 Cover by Miss Beautiful @Twinkle_Teardrops

"Salim, you're scaring me," she said quietly. He shook his head quickly. "I'm not trying to scare you." "Then what are you doing?" His voice lowered. "We need to do this." Ikram stared at him. "Do what?" Salim swallowed. "We need to make sure they can't separate us." Her confusion deepened. "How?" He looked at her directly. "We need to sleep together." For a second... Ikram thought she misheard. Her face slowly changed. "What?" Salim stepped closer again. "If we do it... if you get pregnant..." Her eyes widened. "They won't have a choice," he continued quickly. "Our parents will be forced to let us marry." The silence that followed felt heavy. Ikram stared at him like she was looking at a stranger. "Salim..." she whispered slowly. "Tell me you're joking." He shook his head. "I'm serious." Her stomach twisted. "You're serious?" "Yes." Ikram took a step back. "No." Salim moved forward again. "Ikram, listen-" "No." Her voice came out stronger now. "Salim, that's insane." "It's not insane!" "Yes it is!" He grabbed her wrist suddenly. "We don't have time!" Ikram pulled her hand away immediately. "Don't touch me!" Salim's frustration grew. "You said you love me!" "I do!" "Then prove it!" Ikram stared at him in disbelief. "Prove it?"