BOOK 2 OF BRIDE SERIES #2 in Top Ten in India ______________________________________________________ Wafa Mittal had a perfect life-a career she loved as a gynecologist, dreams she nurtured, and a heart that believed in simplicity. But everything turned upside down the day she collided with Ehsaan Agnihotri, a mysterious hacker with a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue. Their first meeting? A disaster. Their banter? Relentless. Their hatred? Instant. From the very beginning, they were sworn enemies, challenging each other at every turn. But when fate cruelly tied them together in a marriage neither of them wanted, their war only intensified. She had someone else in her heart. He, too, longed for a love that existed only through a screen. But as much as they resisted, something dangerous began to bloom between them-something neither could afford to feel. Every argument made them stronger. Every challenge brought them closer. And when the truth unraveled, it shattered everything. With their paths diverging, will they hold on to their past loves, or will they surrender to the connection they never saw coming? A fiery enemies-to-lovers, forced marriage romance filled with playful rivalry, slow-burning desire, and unexpected fate.

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"You seem to be really intelligent," she said, running her fingers over the spine of my book. "More than you, I guess," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Then you must know the meaning of every word," she said. "Not every word, but most of them," I replied. "Do you know what manhoos (cursed) means?" she asked. "Cursed," I repeated. "Where have you heard it?" I asked, curious-or maybe more concerned. "My Dadi Ammi says I'm manhoos," she continued. Her eyes lost the sparkle they had a moment ago. I was left speechless for a moment, wondering why a grandmother would say such a harsh word. "It seems like you don't know either," she said, her voice laced with disappointment. I stared at her face, and before I knew it, I blurted out, "Beautiful." "Cursed means beautiful," I added hastily. 🌟🌟 Alizey Haider: A girl labeled as cursed, unfortunate, and unlucky by the world- believes she isn't worthy of love. Shehryar Sultan: A boy who considers her as his entire world and loves her like breathing. A LOVE STORY THAT YOU CANT RESIST ✨️ Bitter Brownies by @author_lizz09

"Want me to read to you?" he asked, voice barely above the hush of dawn. She nodded, nestling closer. So he began, the words spilling into the room, wrapping around them like silk. "Wa min ayatihi an khalaqa lakum min anfusikum azwajan..." (And of His signs is that He created for you from yourselves mates that you may find tranquility in them...) Alya's lashes fluttered. She could have lived a thousand lifetimes right there, each one spent simply listening to this. When he finally closed the mushaf, he looked over at her with eyes so gentle "You look like your heart is somewhere else," he teased, thumb brushing her cheek. "It's right here," she whispered. "With you. With Him." ~ She didn't fall in love. She fell into silence. The kind that comes after you've cried so much, your tears forget how to fall. The kind that lives in the space between heartbreak and healing. Then came Zaid. He didn't arrive like lightning. He arrived like the adhan-soft, calling, certain. He never looked too long. He never said too much. Alya didn't believe in fairy tales. Not after the things she'd endured. She had every reason to run But when the proposal came when he asked for her hand the way a believer should- it wasn't her heart that said yes. It was her sabr. She said yes, Not because she was ready. Not because she wasn't scared. But because something about him felt safe. Not the kind of safe that promises no pain- but the kind that holds your hand through it. Their marriage wasn't fireworks. It was healing in hushed tones. He asked with intention. She answered with trust. And together, They built a sanctuary with their Lord at the center- Where Qur'an echoed louder than the world outside, And love felt like sujood after a storm. This isn't a story of falling in love. It's a story of choosing love. Of trusting Allah more than your fears. Of a girl who thought she was too broken to be loved, and a boy who believed healing begins at marriage. 1 ~♡

Haya never imagined that one man's obsession could turn her life into a nightmare. Young, independent, and unready for marriage. But Eric, a powerful and relentless man, has only one desire- her. To him, Haya is not just a woman; she is his passion, his obsession, and he will go to any lengths to make her his. Despite her repeated refusals, he leaves her with no choice but to surrender to his demand: marriage. While she may be bound to him legally, her heart and soul refuse to submit. His love is not gentle but possessive, dangerous, and consuming. The story intensifies from that day when Eric left her no choice, and their marriage is just a few days away. The real story begins after marriage. Is it Obsessive love or obsessive.....? EXPLORE THIS UNEXPECTED AND MOUTH-OPENING SERIES....DIVE INTO THE SERIES OF THIS OBSESSIVE LOVE OR MAYBE SOMETHING ELSE OF ERIC FOR HAYA..... #freepalestine #muslim #justiceforgaza (UPDATE 3-7 TIMES A WEEK. It depends on my mood.) Best ranking so far: #4 in cleanromance out of 780 stories. #21 in violence out of 87.4k stories. #42 in Islam out of 21.6k stories. #3 in forcedrelationship out of 3.58k stories. Alhamdulillah for Everything!

Ye kahani un logon ki hai jise duniya ne nafrat kaha... lekin dil ne mohabbat samajh kar chhoda nahi." Unka pyaar ek jurm tha - aur saza sirf ek thi: barbaadi. Jise Nafrat Kehte The - a story where hate meets heartbreak, and love learns to bleed. This is the story of those the world called hate... but the heart couldn't let go of its love. Their love was a crime - and the punishment was destruction.