"You ruin my peace." "And you take three hours to get ready." From playful arguments and endless teasing to moments that quietly steal their hearts, Hiba Siddiqui and Zaroon Durrani never expected to become part of each other's story. She's sunshine, laughter, and beautiful chaos. He's calm, collected, and far too serious for his own good. They clash. They annoy each other. And somehow, they keep finding their way back to one another. Between family, faith, dreams, and the little moments that matter most, they discover that love isn't always grand gestures and fairy tales. Sometimes, it's the person who makes you smile when you're trying not to. And sometimes, the one who ruins your peace becomes the one you never want to live without. ♡ A slow-burn Muslim romance filled with family, laughter, faith, and love.

An Erotic , dark romance Reverse harem story, Three brothers × One girl Foursome Forbidden love Maid's daughter Obsession Kabir grabbed her wrist one night, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you know what happens to people who touch what's mine?" She gasped as kabir pulled her closer. His fingers tying the waist chain around her waist . Ayaan only smiled, his eyes dark with amusement. "You're adorable when you pretend you don't belong to us." And Arjun... Arjun simply looked at me like he had already decided my fate. "You grew up in my house, Aarohi." His voice was calm. Terrifyingly calm. "Did you really think you could ever be anyone else's?" A shiver ran down her spine , not just from the words but because of the way Aayan kissed her earlobe sucking it , before whispering : " You are meant to be ours , Aaru and we don't share " He clipped my earrings and I couldn't breathe not with this possessiveness. Arjun's voice calm as ice rang in my mind : " Aarohi , my babygirl , eyes on me " --- Three dangerous men. One girl who was never supposed to matter. But somehow... I became **the only thing they want.** And the Rathod brothers don't share. --- She grew up in the Rathod mansion. Not as family. Not as someone important. Just **the maid's daughter**. The girl who stayed quiet. The girl who kept her eyes down. But unknowingly she was loved by the Devils. She became their obsession since the day she stepped into their mansion , 8 years old , clutching her mother's saree looking at the large mansion knowing she doesn't belongs here . It's gonna be mature so skip if uncomfortable.

Zahra Batina has a unique understanding of destiny. To her, destiny is nothing but the heart's deepest yearning. If the heart desires something, shouldn't it be granted? And if one is denied what they long for, why would that longing exist at all? Her desires are fierce and convincing. Only to discover that what she believed to be true was, in fact, an illusion. Tariq has always been boring. Not because nothing interests him. And definitely not because he is shy. Having lived a very reserved life, he convinced himself for actions to be enough. However this time, he's proven wrong.

"𝑨𝒌𝒔"... 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒖𝒙𝒖𝒓𝒚-𝒁𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒌, 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔, 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒚. 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕?? 𝑹𝒂𝒚𝒚𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. "𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐛 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢" (𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞; 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞.) ⚘ ⚘ ⚘ 𝑨 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒.... Raaz_e_tasauur_

On the day of her Nikah, as the room filled with prayers and quiet smiles, Zainab sat behind her veil-calm on the outside, trembling within. When she was asked "Qubool hai?"... her heart didn't answer immediately. Because in that moment, she didn't see the man in front of her- she saw him. A story of love that was never lost, only written to find its way back. Step into Zainab's story... and find out who her heart saw that day. #10 rank : islam