"Ya Tum kia kar rahai ho " said Ayla with tears. "Wohi jo mujhy bohat pehlai kar laina chaia thaa" Salar said with a smirk. "Kia Matlab haa tumhara"said Ayla. He let out a loud chuckle."abhi samjhata hon" he took off his belt and start taking steps towards her.........

[not a student-teacher romance] [wattpad featured story] For Rabail her entire world revolves around the ideals, traditions, and honor of her family, but fate brings her face to face with one person who clashes with each and everything that is important to her. Suddenly her honored family is not so perfect and slanderous secrets are threatening to come out, and her heart is at risk of falling in love with the man who shattered her ideal world. While life has brought at crossroads of either hurting her family or the man who became so dear to her. Khan's world is limited to his books and his words. His doors are closed to the world and he is content living in his own darkness until Rabail literally forces herself in his life. Once he has gotten a taste of the light that she carries, suddenly his comfortable darkness becomes too suffocating, leaving him with cravings of light. Now, his heart is daring him to live and love, but what about all the times he swore to never trust another soul? ///// Mature [for self-harm]

"𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍." They were doing it. "𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖..." Azlan murmured, his voice broken, laced with pleasure. #1 in arab

Kaif Alam - "Loving you was never an option, Yusra. Loving you has always been my choice.🥀 And I will choose you in this world and in the Aakhirah. Because you were written into my soul long before we met-back in Alam-e-Arwah, where our souls met before we ever entered this world."❤️‍🔥 ୨ৎ˚₊‧ 𐙚 ⋆｡°✩ ₊˚⊹♡౨ৎ ִֶָ☾. ᥫ᭡ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Yusra Bashu - "If you don't know how I loved you, Kaif... I loved you without meeting you, without touching you. I yearned for you without ever seeing you. 🥀 For me, loving you always felt like breathing, Kaif."❤️‍🔥

Iman & Ishq is a story of hearts weighed down by silence and secrets, of souls navigating a world where faith and desire pull in opposite directions. Sikandar Khan is a man the world watches closely, a respected politician, sharp with his mind and steady with his principles. Power never changed him, but love. Love was something he never saw coming. Inara Shah is a doctor whose life revolves around healing. Gentle, calm, and guided by faith, she carries a heart that believes goodness can soften even the hardest storms. When their paths cross, it isn't dramatic - it's destiny. A quiet meeting that turns into affection, and affection that deepens into a love so pure that they choose the only path their hearts are at peace with: the halal one. Together, they prove that love doesn't have to be loud to be beautiful. Their marriage becomes a standard, a blend of respect, calmness, faith, and the kind of partnership that inspires everyone who witnesses it. "Iman & Ishq" is a story of two people who fall in love, honour it, and elevate it. A reminder that when love is tied to faith, it becomes something sacred.

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

Qurb-e-Naqaab (Closeness in Disguise) He is the nation's most captivating politician-silver-haired, scarred, and untouchable. She is a quiet librarian-bookish, dimples flashing, a woman who never expected her life to be rewritten overnight. A marriage born out of hurry places Nadia Ahmed in the orbit of Yahir Badar, a man adored by the public yet feared in silence. The closer she draws to him, the more she learns that his charm is a mask, his touch both protection and possession. In a world of power games, hidden enemies, and secrets buried deeper than graves, Nadia must decide whether love is her greatest refuge-or the sharpest trap of all. A tale of desire, deception, and dangerous closeness... where every glance burns, and every silence hides a secret.

For thirteen years, Jannat Noor-ul-Ain Shah lived surrounded by love. She had a devoted father, a caring mother, and two protective older brothers who would move mountains for her. Yet, unknown to her, an entire family was missing from her life. In the heart of Punjab stands the Shah Haveli, home to Ibrahim Shah and his four brothers-a family blessed with generations of sons but not a single daughter. For years, Ibrahim secretly prayed for a granddaughter, never knowing that his prayer had already been answered. Thirteen years ago. Hidden away not out of shame, but out of fear, Sarmad Ibrahim Shah never told his family about the surprise daughter born when most of his nephews were already grown men. Now, a cousin's wedding brings the entire Shah clan together under one roof. What was meant to be Shahzaib's wedding becomes something far greater. The arrival of a girl no one knew existed. A granddaughter longed for. A niece adored before she is even known. A cousin who changes everything. As old wounds surface, family bonds are tested, and thirteen lost years can never be returned, one little girl finds herself at the center of a family that had been missing a piece of its heart all along. Her name is Jannat Noor-ul-Ain Shah. And she came thirteen years too late. Or perhaps... Exactly when her family needed her most.

"Aap agar soch rahe hai, mujhse nikah karne ke baad aap meri zindagi ke hero ban jaoge aur main aap ki ho jaungi toh aap badi ghalat fehmi mein hai, Mirza." Her words ceased his steps. His fingers curled into a fist, trying to control his rage which was bubbling inside him by hearing her disobedient tone. He blew out a puff of air and slowly turned around with an emotionless face. "That's where you are wrong, Hoor. I don't intend to be your hero because I'm not one." He sauntered towards her, making her take several steps back in dread until her frame crashed to the wall. Altan leaned down to her height and placed his hand at her sides, caging her fragile state. Mahoor turned her face away and pushed herself more into the wall. Her left hand started to shiver uncontrollably on which his gaze fell. Taking her trembling hand in his, Altan whispered,"Mai har kahani ka villain hi raha hu aur yeh kahani bhi koi alag nahi hogi. Tum apni ijazat se ha kahogi toh khushi hogi nahi bhi razi hogi toh koi baat nahi," his lips curled into a wicked smile, seeing tears gathered in her eyes. "Altan Mirza, har cheez apni bana hi leta hai aur tum toh meri tab hi ho chuki thi jab pehli dafa meri nazarein tumse mili thi."

She was a stranger in a pastel jora. Now she's his wife on paper. Aariz Ashraf didn't fall in love with Izzah Dua. He saw her once - at a wedding he didn't even want to attend - in a village full of noise, tradition, and unnecessary colors. She laughed too loudly. She joked with everyone. She handed out chai like it was love itself. He looked away. But his father didn't. A rishta was sent. And before he could say no, he was bound to her in nikah - quietly, formally, forcefully. Now, they're legally married. Living separate lives. Bound by silence, shattered expectations, and a bond neither of them truly understands. Izzah didn't want to be just a name on his papers. He didn't want another heart to disappoint. But love doesn't need permission. Sometimes, it finds you in the tension. In the tea cups. In the way she won't stop making dua for him - even when he won't meet her eyes.