Previously know as "Marriage A sacred bond" ******* " We two are different people, marriage isn't an option for us" "You have to marry me in order to save your father and your family" "Why are you so stubborn, cant you see, this marriage would end up by divorce or we would really kill each other. This marriage will not work between us" "Who said I want this marriage to work, its a way to stop my parents to see gold diggers for me. This marriage will be nothing but benefit for both of us" "What do you think marriage is uhu?, its not a game, it sacred relation. At least fear from Allah" "Listen! either you marry me or prepare to live on roads with your family" ************************ Zeenish Shah a Pakistani girl, full of life, She is confident and love her family especially her father, A good muslim Shayaan Ahmed a cold and ruthless businessman of London, who get what he want at any cost, loves his family , doesn't know much about his religion. He doesn't beleive in love How will a pakistani girl and business man of London will cross thier path? or how will they live their marital life? Will they end up hating each other more or love will blossom in their life? ***** I m not so good writer but this is first time writing on Muslim lovestory Hope u will enjoy please vote share and comment

Shaurvik Mukherjee ruined Dhrishka's life with a lie-promising marriage only to reveal it was all revenge for sins she never committed. Now she lives in his mansion, hidden and punished for a crime she never committed. He seeks vengeance. She seeks love. But the real question haunts them both: Can he ever forgive her for the betrayal she never did? And can she ever forgive him for the cruelty he chose?

"aap yeh kya- kya k- kar rahe hai " she asked timidly. "nothing just worshiping my biwi,hmmm" he said while wearing her anklets. "b- but ---"she closed her mouth as he warned her just by his eyes not to talk. she was continuously looking at him as he was the most beautiful thing in the world well yes for her ,he is. he slowly kissed her feet as she flinched by sudden touch. "a--aap yeh kyun ,aap humare pair nhi chu sakte " as she finally said after keeping her encourage. " kyun pati hai tumhare ,tumhare pair kya har ek chiz par humara hak hai ,samjhi? " he asked while raising his eyebrows. "ji,p-par---" " ab so jao kafi raat ho gayi kal subah uthna bhi hai , aur maa ne kaha tha ki abhi kuch rasame aur hai"he said while turning to the night lamp to blow off . she slowly laid on the bed as his one arm was under her head and second was grasping her waist tightly as he would loosened a bit she will go away. Tropes:- arrange marriage. sarpanch biwi village 1970's mature content 18+ enjoy reading the story....

He tore open her blouse, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "Ab tu meri hui..." ["Now you are mine..."], "...teri har saas..." ["...your every breath..."], "...teri har dadkan..." ["...your every heartbeat..."], "...tera yeh jism..." ["...this body of yours..."], "...in sab mein bus mera haq hain." ["...in all of this, only I have the right."] Vamika stood paralyzed, a silent scream trapped in her throat. Every shred of resistance had been stripped away, leaving only the hollow shell of surrender. She was his to claim, his to break. And as his shadow fell over her, he did. Now he owned her. Completely. Can an arrogant village headman ever truly fall for the daughter of his lender-the woman he married by force? Or will his "love" remain nothing more than a dark, consuming obsession? Will Vamika remain just a pawn in his game, a collateral for debts and power... or can she become something more, something real to him? Can their marriage ever transform from a cold, calculated deal into a true union of hearts... or is it doomed to remain a cage of control and desire?