She was forced into a marriage she never wanted... with the one man she had always called "Ya Nasir." To him, she is his wife. To her, he is still the cousin she grew up calling "brother." Between fear, misunderstandings, family expectations, and a love neither of them expected, Sabrin must decide whether to keep running from her new reality... or finally give her heart a chance. Some marriages begin with love. Theirs begins with resistance.

Copyright© 2021. All rights reserved. The trees swayed ominously, their interwoven limbs resembling outstretched arms beneath the ethereal ghost moon. Growls emanated from the darkness, just as she had suspected. The fierce wind lashed at the hood of her raven hoodie, wrenching it from its ties, leaving her vulnerable to the freezing winter assault. Fear surged, each breath creating a visible fog. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to give in. She had come too far to let fear overcome her. Summoning every ounce of strength, she sprinted down the dark, unknown path, urging her feet to carry her to a mysterious and enigmatic destination. She would not remain tethered to the stranger her father had forced her to marry while she had been fighting for her life in a hospital bed. How could he have done such a thing to her? Her hatred for him intensified tenfold... The relentless pursuit abruptly halted, her voice releasing a high-pitched yelp at the unexpected sight. Before her stood her rejuvenated nightmare, her husband. She was not the least bit frightened, but the man had pledged to her father that he would stay married to her for eternity. "Seems like we're destined to be shrouded in this ominous darkness," he grinned, his smile dripping with menace, sending shivers down her spine. The desperate words she willed her mind to say failed to escape. Her retort of "Whatever, Police Officer" deserted her.

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©2024 COPYRIGHTS. ❝It's you i want not your virginity, literacy or marriage count.❞ Nabeel became her shadow, her protector in a world that had abandoned her. He fought for her, bled for her, and, in the end, claimed her as his own. In his arms, she found not just love, but a savage devotion-something she never imagined she would experience in this lifetime. And as their worlds collided in passionate, dangerous harmony, Umaimah learned that love, when it finds you, doesn't come with the gentle caress of a fairy tale; it comes with the weight of a storm. Umaimah, a village girl with a heart heavy with desperation, was shackled by the cruelty of her adoptive parents, who treated her more as a servant than family. Her dreams, whispered in the dead of night, were filled with visions of escape-escape from the suffocating village that never saw her worth. Her first and only hope of salvation lay in marriage, but even that fate seemed to mock her. Three engagements had been broken, each leaving her more jaded, and now, at the ripe old age of "marriageable despair," she found herself cast aside, an unwed relic in a world that valued only brides. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. She was sent to the city as a maid-a meager consolation, but one that allowed her to slip away from her tormentors, to vanish into the sprawling anonymity of the urban jungle. She didn't just wish to escape; she needed to find her real parents, the bloodline that might redeem her.