𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌/𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 (NOT EDITED) "Can you stop being so clingy for once?" Saying this he pulls out his arm from his tight grip and making her stumble back. tears gather in her eyes seeing his harsh behavior. ~~ "For god sake don't die on me Aaban...please!" whispering to him, she continues to perform CPR on him tears leaking out of her eyes, while the gurney was being rushed to the emergency ward. ~~ Join this beautiful love triangle story with me. please read the full description inside.

WARDA AHSAN AGE - 19 DAVYAN ZAFAR KHAN AGE -25

She always felt like an outsider in this house. It was like she was a guest who had stayed too long. Her cousin's cold stares, Chachi's sharp words, and the insults reminded her daily that she wasn't welcomed in the family. She was quiet, gentle, and really close to her faith, but being so reserved made her an easy target. Even though she seemed soft, there was a strength inside her that no one could see. Her brown eyes showed a mix of hope and sadness, and her love for Feras was something she kept hidden, even though she wasn't sure he could ever feel the same. Feras was different. He didn't talk much and had a strong sense of right and wrong. He was Tall with sharp dark eyes, he had this calm but serious presence. He didn't show much emotion, kept everything locked inside, yet he somehow looked out for Anam. He was a mystery she couldn't figure out. But fate had its own plans. The lies buried deep in their family were going to come to light, and Anam would find herself at the center of it all. It would force Feras to make a choice: save her or... Start date: 19 November 2024 Finish date: 18 December 2024 This is my first ever book. Please ignore all the grammar mistakes as English isn't my first language, and give this story a try. I promise it's worth your time, and who knows? You might even enjoy it more than you expect! 😉

DEDICATION: To all the book girlies, who hide their swooning hearts behind a mask of innocence... who dreams of a husband who will pour his love into her, filling every crevice of her being, even if she never received that love from her family. who yearn for a love that consumes their soul, body, and heart... Meet your new obsession, your fictional soulmate, the one who'll make your knees tremble like jelly and your heart skip a beat. Get ready to fall head over heels for the charming, captivating, and utterly irresistible man-the one who'll steal your heart, and maybe even your soul... NOTE: If you're not comfortable with the Hindi language, please wait until this book is completed or edited (no subtitles available). ..... Troups ╰┈➤Arrange marriage ╰┈➤Enemies to lover (tom and jerry) ╰┈➤ Love at first sight q ╰┈➤ family revenge ╰┈➤fluffy romance .......... Note: this is my 1st story as such soft romantic type so there can be lot's of mistakes n i wrote this book on impulse 😔 so don't hate it for that.... N inshallah soon i will edit this book filhal mere pass time ki kaami chl rhi h❤️‍🔥 Trending: 30july2026, 31st July, August: 1, 2, 3, 4 (2026)

Asfia's gaze lingered on her husband, a man who possessed all the qualities she'd ever dreamt of: tall, handsome, and unfailingly kind-a true gentleman. Yet, beneath his perfect exterior, she sensed a profound sadness, his eyes devoid of light. This was an arranged marriage, she reminded herself, and love couldn't be rushed. He provided for her, granting her every wish, yet an unspoken question lingered-was material comfort enough? Faisal, in his own silent contemplation, had accepted the marriage to Asfia, a recent graduate from a dental college. It had been his parents' wish, and he had gone along with it, almost apathetic to the outcome. His heart, once given entirely to Fiza, had been broken, leaving him emotionally empty. Love had become synonymous with pain, and he harbored no desire to endure such hurt again. "Look at me," Asfia thought, "I'm right here." ***************************************************** Can a hopeless romantic and a skeptic find love? *****************************************************

Hasna and Aarhan have been married for four years. It wasn't love at first sight-it wasn't even love at all. An arranged marriage turned into a comfortable routine, with their two-year-old daughter Afrah filling their home with laughter. Aarhan Baig is everything Hasna expected him to be: calm, reserved, a man of few words but steady actions. He's a CEO in the world outside, but at home, he's just "Baba"-the man who gives bear hugs that swallow their daughter whole. Possessive, protective, quietly affectionate... he is hers in ways he never says out loud. Hasna, graceful and quiet to the world, hides a playful heart only Afrah ever sees. To everyone else, she is composed. To her husband, she is his niqabi wife-beautiful, the epitome of grace, and his alone. They are comfortable. They are content. But beneath that comfort lies the question they've both avoided-what does it mean to truly love each other? This is not a story of falling in love at first sight. It's the story of falling in love slowly... after the "happily ever after."

"Look Ayan...," I started, ready to announce my decision, "I know your brother is a total weirdo and can't do romance and stuff but I can't ignore his good qualities. I mean it's not like I am head over heels for him but yeah, he seems like a good guy. Now, if he proves to be a jerk in future, then I'm sure I won't think twice before breaking his bones. Therefore, you can tell him I'm ready for the marriage." "Well thank you, my lady. I promise you won't regret your decision," I heard him and immediately recognised the owner of the voice. It wasn't Ayan. Shit!! Did I just make a fool of myself in front of HIM. Oh my Allah! "And about that romance thing..." He spoke again as he turned to me and I swear I could hear my heartbeats, "I'll prove you wrong after marriage." . . . Ashiya Zarin, a 24 year old practicing muslimah who is crazy, sweet and innocent. She's cheerful and loves to make others happy. What happens when she meets Ahan Rahman, a smart, straightforward and serious guy? Start reading to know about their journey full of comedy, surprises and of course romance.

"Zayan, you don't believe that is true, right? You know I am not that type of girl. That- It's not me in that video, Zayan, you believe me, right?" She asked, desperate as she held onto his warm hands, looking deep into his brown cold eyes. "How can I not, Maham? It's your face, your voice, you- your body" He spoke before closing his eyes painfully and saying quietly so only she heard Tears gathered in her eyes as she realized that the man she believed to be intelligent was fooled as well. He didn't believe her. Her husband, her companion, the father of her child didn't believe her. "Your time is over here. Get out." Shahnaz said, walking towards them and snatching Maham's hand away from Zayan's. ━━━━━━━ Peace. All Maham could ask for in her prayers was peace. 𝑆𝑢𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑛. She begged, prayed, and cried for peace in her eyes. She felt as if she would die if she suffered more of her relative's abuse. She finally got her well-deserved peace. But at what cost?

••|3rd in Arranged Series|•• Can be read as a standalone I always find myself getting mesmerized by him. And today is no different. As I come into the corridor leading to the swimming pool with his favorite fresh orange juice, I am stunned by the sight in front of me. Stun is perhaps a small word. I am shocked, surprised, dazed, hypnotized, and bewitched by it. Do I do something really good in a while? Maybe Allah sometimes gives you a ton even without that. My prayers, my fascination, and my mind has always been filled with him. No doubt, I was lucky enough to behold this scene. My blood gets frozen in my veins as it can't even bring a blush to my cheeks. I am in an enchantment. He just performs a butterfly stroke and the way his beautiful and muscular back contrasts with the blue water, makes my jaw drop. He finally gets done with his daily swimming time and comes out of the water. His wet hair is stuck to his scalp and forehead. The water is dribbling through his hair, eyelids, and attractive beard. My breath gets stuck in my throat when he sweeps his hair away by his veiny hands. Allah, this is too much. When he stands up, his bare, sturdy, and muscular chest was all I can see. He grabs the towel and dries his body with it. When he reaches near me, I mum. He is just in his swimming shorts, looking so handsome. He is in his full glory and that is my weak point. "Earth to, Glasses." He snaps his fingers in front of her face. "I know I am a sight to behold but your eyes might get tired like this." The blood finally starts moving again. A flush soon creeps on my cheeks as he takes the glass of juice from me which causes his fingers to brush against my hand. I am doomed. That is for sure. Start Date: 04.03.2024 End Date: 31.05.2024

Wafa Zaini hated rich people with a passion. She can't stand them for their arrogance and their self-righteousness. She so happens to be living in a very similar rich people's house, as a servant's daughter. Which is an everyday reminder for her of why she hated them so much. When a circumstance forced her to get married to her master's son, things just got from bad to worse. Shahzaib Hussain hated the concept of love and marriage. His parents' years long failed relationship was just another reminder of why he is better off without being married. But a certain circumstance made him marry his nanny's daughter. He didn't want to stay married to her forever though and he made it very clear to his temporary wife on the first day itself. Of course, she was just temporary and he'll get rid of the situation sooner, Or so he thought. *** Word Count: 73,179