Aleeyeh set the tray down gently, careful not to let the cups clink. She had learned these small precautions-how to exist softly around him, how not to disturb the silence he lived in. Salman didn't look up. She stood there for a moment, fingers twisting into the edge of her sleeve. "I made it the way you like," she said softly. "Less sugar." That was when he spoke. "Aleeyeh." Her name sounded heavy on his tongue, like something he had avoided saying for too long. She looked up, hope rising before she could stop it. "You don't have to do this anymore," he said, finally meeting her eyes. His voice wasn't angry. That almost hurt more. "The effort. The trying." Her lips parted, but no words came. "I see it," he continued, measured, distant. "And I don't want it." A pause. Then, quieter-crueler in its honesty. "I will never love you." The room felt smaller. "I understand," she whispered, though her chest burned with the lie. As she turned away, Salman added, almost like a warning, "Stop waiting for me to change. You'll only hurt yourself." She walked out without another word, carrying her dignity like a fragile glass-unbroken, but trembling. ........ Aleeyeh was promised a marriage before she was old enough to understand what love meant. Salman was twenty-five when that promise was made-already in love with another woman, already tied to a heart that was not meant to be his forever. When duty binds them together, Aleeyeh enters the marriage with hope, patience, and quiet prayers. Salman enters it with silence. No love. No warmth. Only respect and distance. Living beside a husband who does not see her, Aleeyeh learns how lonely marriage can be. Ink of a Broken Vow is a story of patience, past love, and the quiet strength it takes to heal a heart bound by promises made too soon.

ᴄᴀɢᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1 He was the country's most powerful minister and a Businessman. She was just a college girl caught in a political tsunami. He claimed her in the name of duty But what happens when duty turns into obsession? or what if duty was just an excuse to get her? Hidaya Khan never imagined her life would change overnight. One day, she was skipping lectures and arguing over exam deadlines. The next, she was forced into a marriage she never wanted to the ruthless and dangerously powerful Minister Faris Butt . She thought it was temporary, just a political strategy to end their families undying rivalry. She thought she could leave once the deal was over but little did she know... that Faris never intended to let her go! "You became mine the moment you signed those papers, Hidaya. There is no escape, no turning back" Trapped in a world of power, secrets, and unbreakable vows, Hidaya fights for her freedom only to realize that the more she resists, the tighter Faris's grip becomes. And the most dangerous part..? Her own heart was betraying her, it had started to beat for Faris... A tale of passion love and possession, where Hidaya can't run even if she wants to.. dive in to know more! ✄----------------------------------- Welcome, My Dear Readers! 🤍 This is my very first book, so please be kind. I'm not a professional (yet)! If you've decided to give this book a chance, well, thank you for trusting me. Just remember, it's your choice, your adventure! So if you're here for some intense, dramatic, and possibly unrealistic romance, you're in the right place! Hope you enjoy the ride, and feel free to laugh (or cringe) along the way! ✨ Most impressive Rankings💅🏻 #4 - pakistan. #1 - businessman #1 - ishq

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

"Some people are born extraordinary. Others spend their lives being compared to them." Kinza Khan has heard the same sentence for as long as she can remember. "Look at Ammar." "Why can't you be more like your cousin?" "He's the pride of the family." No matter how hard she studies, how many sleepless nights she spends with her books, or how desperately she tries, she never seems to be enough. Now, fate has played its cruelest joke. Dr. Ammar Khan-the family's golden child, a brilliant professor, a respected doctor, and the very cousin she's been compared to her entire life-is also her professor in medical college. In his lecture hall, she is just another student. A student who always forgets the answers. A student he never hesitates to question in front of the entire class. A student who silently dreads hearing two words... "Miss Kinza." As if surviving his lectures wasn't difficult enough, an unexpected betrayal turns both of their lives upside down. One day before their separate weddings, the truth about both families comes to light. With their family's reputation hanging by a thread, one decision changes everything. Instead of marrying strangers... Kinza and Ammar are asked to marry each other. Two cousins. One unwanted nikah. One house. One college. One classroom. And countless unspoken emotions. Can a girl who has always lived in her cousin's shadow ever become more than the family's greatest disappointment? Or will she always remain... the girl they compared?

They were promised to each other before they even knew what love was. But time moved on... and so did they. Inaya Rizvi has everything,money, popularity, and a tongue sharp enough to leave a mark. She's bold, unapologetic, and not the kind to follow rules... especially not in a classroom. Raees Shahzad doesn't care for attention. Reserved, respected, and always in control, he prefers discipline over drama,until she walks in. She tests his patience. He challenges her pride. And the air between them? Electric. But between banter and boundaries, something deeper brews, something neither of them can ignore for long. Because not every story begins with love. Some begin with a collision.

"enough hide and seek love" She gasped when he trapped her between his body and the counter with both his muscled arms by her side and leaned in to face her dark brown sultry eyes. 12 years is what they had between them. she loved him with all her heart all throughout the years, his sanity came from her and could destroy everything if it comes to his Zahra but one single night, one single decision and their lives changed forever. ----------- no more description, i just became lazy but do read the story and share your views , and comment if you like it ABSOLUTELY NO COPY WRITE! its my first story so please show love, English is neither my first language nor is Urdu or Hindi but i did try. sooo do enjoy lovies

A multicouples story with lots of fun and family drama A story which will lead you to experience all the emotions Zultan × zimal " ᶻᵘˡᵗᵃⁿ ᵏᵒ ᵃᵃʲ ᵗᵃᵏ ᵏᵒⁱ ᵏᵃᵇᵘ ⁿᵃʰⁱ ᵏᵃʳᵖᵃʸᵃ ᵖʰⁱʳ ᵗᵘᵐ ᵃᵃʸⁱ ᵐᵃˡᵐᵃˡ" -- zultan mirza Fazil × Ismaat "ᶠᵃᶻⁱˡ ᵏⁱ ᵏⁱˢᵐᵃᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ʰᵃⁱ ⁱˢᵐᵃᵃᵗ " -- Faazil mirza Mohid × zarmish "ᵃᵃᵖᵏᵒ ᵠᵘᵇᵒᵒˡ ᵏᵃʳⁿᵃ ʰᵘᵐᵃʳⁱ ᵏʰᵘˢʰ ᵏⁱˢᵐᵃᵗⁱ ʰᵃⁱ ᶻᵃʳʳ" -- Mohid mirza Give this book a chance to experience a lot of fun and happiness #1 rank in respect on Wattpad #1 rank in Muslim © All rights reserved

"A cousin's love story" Dive In Shiza's and Shahveer's love story! "A girl who was promised to her elder cousin the day she entered in this world, who knows maybe it was way before she was born, read how their different personalities brought them closer" shiza: an innocent, cute, religious one Veer: a dominant, dashing, a Hafiz Tropes~ -Touch her and die 🔪 -No abbuse (between male and female lead) -Violence -Mafia -Forced marriage(sort of) -fiction -Age gap (8years) -marriage -hijabi -innocent heroine -possessive male lead(he's so possessive about her that he doesn't let her out of his sight, not trust issue at least not with her, but he doesn't trust anyone else with her) -quiet heroine (minds her own business) DISCLAIMER!!! If you don't like the story please don't pass hate, just leave it. I ain't the one forcing you to read it. Also it will be sort of Islamic and mafia, as well as izza is a practicing muslimah, so please don't judge my story and if you like it please do comment and vote!, Also none of the pics shared related to the story is mine, the credits goes to the rightful owner. Also my story is purely fiction based so please don't come asking me silly questions also my men are dominant whereas women are submissive so please I already warned you if you're not comfortable, I ain't the one forcing you to proceed. Thank you and enjoy my story!!~ RATINGS!!!~ #7 in jealousy on 5th June #3 in possessive on 2nd June #4 in Mafia on 17th June #8 in obsession on 17th June #1 in Muslim love story on 1st Aug #9 in obsession on 3rd Aug

Shehnaaz has never met her father's side family in her whole life because they don't know her father has married woman from outside their caste and kept her and his daughter hidden for years until they find out. When they came to know there is girl with RASHEEDI blood running inside her they refuse to let him marry her to just anybody and forced her marriage with eldest son Sidharth Rasheedi who wasn't fond of her After going there she found out she has dramatic elder brother and many more cousins. She loved everyone they all were welcoming but him. He was intimidating, very much unapproachable and egotistic mf. They fight anywhere everywhere and will die than admit that other person is right. heated arguments those turns into something else at end

The Things She Never Said After her father's death, Ayesha and her mother found a home under her aunt's roof. They were given shelter, support, and a family to lean on when they had no one else. Years later, Ayesha still carries the weight of that kindness. She never complains. Never argues. Never asks for anything she cannot have. And most importantly, she never says no. So when her family decides that she will marry her older cousin, Hamza, no one thinks to ask what she wants. Hamza is strict, respected, and used to being obeyed. To him, the arrangement is only natural. To Ayesha, it is a future she never dared to imagine , and one she doesn't know how to refuse. Bound by gratitude, family expectations, and the words she keeps buried inside, Ayesha must navigate a life where everyone believes they know what is best for her. But some silences grow heavier with time. And some things, once left unsaid, change everything.