[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia] Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident. After a full month, Ila runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "I was a doctor." "You can still be," he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards. My face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.

UNS: infatuation an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something.

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

عائله تعيش في جنوب السعوديه ، الجد : هزاع الجده : موضي عيالهم : 1 - عبد العزيز حرمته : مرام عيالهم : جابر : عمره (29) محمد :عمره (25) بناتهم : غنى : عمرها ( 20) 2-عبد الرحمن حرمته : نوف عيالهم : كايد : عمره(28) سعود :عمره (24) بناتهم : رُبى :عمرها ( 22) ريم :عمرها(19) 3- تركي حرمته : ملاذ بنت وحده ليان : 19 4- فاطمه عيالها : نايف:عمره ( 27) بنتها : رهف : عمرها (23) 5- سدن عيالها : سطام : عمره (26) بنتها : سجى :عمرها(21)

'When I first saw you I said Mashallah and then I said Inshallah' ...... From innocently stalking to fumbling through conversations, she's a walking disaster of charm and sincerity, even if it doesn't always come out right. He's the type to hold his patience like a shield, but even the most patient man can't avoid the chaos that follows this cute, no-sense girl wherever she goes "I am so close to smacking your head with this pen now. Don't get on my nerves anymore and tell me what I said the next step would be!" The patient man, who can no longer be called patient, glares at the poor girl who is pressing her lips tightly together, trying not to let out a sniff, while holding the hem of her shawl so tightly that it will definitely leave wrinkles. "You said..." she starts quietly but ends up bursting when she cannot remember exactly what he taught her. "That you wouldn't be rude! But you're so rude! I don't want to learn from you!" she tried. But couldn't hold back from snapping at his rudeness. Sniffing, she glares at him as he looks at her, clearly annoyed. "You're impossible," he mutters, shaking his head. Yet somehow, there's a smile hiding behind that stern look because nobody can ignore her cuteness. "Jerk," she mumbles to herself before quickly glancing up with wide, innocent eyes, hoping he didn't hear. It's a love story that's as sweet as it is ridiculous, filled with more laughter than either of them ever expected.

Intiha [in.tay.haa] extreme, utmost point or limit "I have laid everything that I am, and all that I have, at your feet, Zohra," he said. "Now my fate is yours to decide. Do to me whatever you wish. I am in your hands." - Zohra Awan x Zoraiz Agha - She was his queen, he was her king She wore him like a crown He surrendered all he had, to her seeing She showed him how in love, to drown And he lay his entire essence to her being What an example of love they were, The world didn't know where she ended and he began

Ebony is haunted by the voice of a man who claims she is his long lost bride. ⭐️Number #1 in Vampire⭐️

In which a rebellious girl is forced to marry a Sardar who vows never to let her go, and she plots her escape, even if it means his downfall. Gulminay Mehrzad, the Nawab's sister, belongs to one of the most powerful families in the country. She always believed she was born to charm, to conquer and to destroy. And she had never lost, until a year ago. Vowing to never be a prey again, when she is forced into a marriage, Gulminay sets out to do what she does best: make her new husband break and fall to his knees so she can set herself free. But she soon finds out that he isn't like the men she played with before. He's infuriatingly calm, maddeningly gentlemanly, and the biggest shock: he's utterly immune to her looks and touch. In her quest for freedom, she risks losing something else.

Mahira had loved him before she even knew what the word meant, he would braid her hair, go on walks, drop and pick her from school then college. Izan was hers, she had assumed he loved her, he did, but not the way she did. She could die for him, Mahira had loved him for sixteen years and that love was snatched from her within sixteen weeks. The hand that held hers, was entwined with some else's, the eyes that stayed on her wandered in search for her, Zara was everything she was not. She couldn't hold it back when she saw the love of her life become someone else's, just like her another person lost their love to someone else. Munshid loved Zara, but he never got the chance to confess because suddenly he was invited to her wedding. Mahira couldn't let this marriage happen and she did everything she could to stop it but every single time a man came in her way. To make sure that she doesn't cause any disturbance in the wedding he locked her in her room on the day of nikkah. This drove her crazy and Mahira swore revenge, she crossed all limits and schemed against him. Took her frustration out on him, she blamed him because he was the reason Izan was someone else's so as a revenge she forced a marriage on him.