she was Forced to marry him.. she just did this to save her mother She thought he hated her but what happen when everything around her was just lies and she was trapped into it.. She was his Obsession and He could go to any extent to get her.. He wants her all for himself.. She was His Secret Wife The Billionare's Secret Wife and She was trapped into The Web of lies Stuck in the Dirty Game Of The Billionare.. "YOU ARE MINE NANDINI ONLY MINE AND I HATE SHARING" Mr.M Join me in this journey of BILLIONARE and HIS SECRET WIFE full of suspense, heartbreak, betrayal and Love..

Aksh left his newlywed wife after 1 week of their marriage...alone...all alone... And the reason behind this, is something you all want to know. •~•~•~• This is my second story guys and believe me give it a chance you wont regret reading the book. I dont want to reveal here much, so to know more you have to take a look inside. Thank you...

On Hold "Where a girl who doesn't believe she is worthy of being loved, has to adopt to the ways of an affluent man,who claims he is intrigued by her timid nature."

Behind Silk Curtains// On Hold Eyes, oh those green eyes. His eyes. She couldn't help but remember the intensity they held. Ouff magically beautiful they were. And how they had looked at her. Her toes had even blushed pink. " Keep your distance at all measures from him." The softest of voice broke her sweet trance and she snapped her surprised eyes through the reflection onto the woman who had spoken. " Uhm hmm." She hummed for the longest of time not knowing how to respond. She bit her lip slightly, her eyes no longer meeting the eyes of the woman who combed her hair; looking at the young woman all too knowingly. How had the old woman known what she was thinking about. But how could she not know, she had looked over the princess from the day she was born to this date. All of her twenty two years were looked over by the old woman. " Why Bano?" She had asked in the lowest of voice. Hesitating throughout. Bano was what she called the old woman. Bano's hands carefully curled around her shoulders and she leaned down to the princess's ear level. " Because he's from your father's rivals. " (Entire description inside) - The most beautiful girl in the entire state, daughter of the Chandpur's king, gets her toes tangled in the knots of delicate innocent love with the enemy. Risking her father's honour against the war of love. The handsome prince of Mehranpur, falls for the princess he shouldn't be with. Risking his state and his title. The rival's daughter is the last thing he should be thinking about yet faith had other things in store for two hearts. Join in Miraal and Dilawar as they take you through their journey of lies, deceit, war, scars, betrayal, love and everlasting peace. Join them in their biggest secret to reveal what hides behind Silk curtains. The castles would never be the same again and so would the hearts. ❤

Through the rare/dark side to the subtle warmness of him, this story leads from a normal looking side to the completely different fantasy of two souls. The stark and dashingly handsome Hamza Ibrahim, with his breathtakingly mysterious, flamboyant looks and a socially awkward vulnerable girl. When their paths crossed silently, they fell for each other but then he got disappeared one day. This story is indeed packed with lots of thrill and heartwarming romance to keep you at the edge of your seats. Who is the boy in the black cap? Does he know her already? What does he do? Ps: it's my first wattpad story do sue me for mistakes or just ignore them for me please, and let me know about your thoughts, the line you like or the thing you don't want to be happened. You have the full right to criticize too.. Love, Ayesha

(UFW sequel#2) (Unwanted series#3) Ask me. What was my fault in all this? Just this I love him without my knowledge. I fell for him when I knew he could torn me apart. Slowly I felt lightheaded and my head hit the floor where my blood was pooled. My eyes were now completely closed and I heard the loud banging on the door like he was trying to break the door. I heard the loud thud and his voice but it was too late because when I heard his screaming voice which was calling my name I gave up on my body. His voice was the last thing which I heard before completely drowning in the darkness. - - - For her, he is beast. Arash, an arrogant, rude, cold, and beast man. He hated the idea of marriage because he hated all the girls except his mother. He never wanted to get married. For him, she is nothing. Mirha, a shy, innocent, cute, and pampered girl of her family. She wanted to fall in love like her parents and brother. She loved the idea of getting married. Two people who are polar of each other. What will they do when they tied in a knot of wedding? A little warning, there are many twists after twists. Started: 26/8/2018. Completed: 3/3/2019.

In a world of lies and crimes of heartbreaks, there were very few cases where the broken hearts were two and not one. There were few screams with silent sobs in the corner of souls that were too happy to suffer too bright to be dim. Yet the sun did let the darkness to take over again as the dawn up surfaced again but for the people who were not stronger; not ready. Walking through the memory lane of time as he goes through the same hallways of his beloved's lost memories, he thinks about how something so pure was all a lie with a broken existence of hope that his mother will one day come alive from the shadows of death. "Ishq" I repeat the word of love that she uses to call me with. "You successfully killed your love, your Ishq, Jeena." Rafan was not the same man anymore. He is not the same happy go-lucky-guy, not since his mom died, not since the person who promised him nothing but a lifetime of love, comfort and presences left him. The world he was promised was what he wanted, it was enough to complete him of something he did not know he needed. He needed her, he needed Jeena. In the silence of those corridors in his subconscious mind, he makes a sound full promise of finding the remainder of his love and the criminal of his hopes, the keeper of his promises and the rebel of his words, to make it rough for her. To make her feel what he felt. To make her bleed the same way he still bleeds. To make her pay the price he had to pay. "Sir your flight to Istanbul will be... early morning, tomorrow. The details are here." Kabir, my assistant informed, passing me the boarding paper after checking them. To him, he was the only broken soul in this tragic love story but was it even the love story to began with? It was a mess of dried up tears and lies spoken with a smiling face. It was a game of chase and hiding from your fate. It was the ruins of belief in good and affection. It was a story, yes but of love, not so much...

Muneenah yaseer sheikh, I don't promise you a bed filled with roses, I also don't expect you to expect a tub filled with milk and roses, I don't pledge to you a marriage life filled with love and fiction, We're gonna fight, but at the end of the day make sure we mend, We're gonna argue but at the end, still eat together, There will be times I'd be working so late that you'd have to sleep alone, There will also be times we both will be busy to care about caring for each other, There will be ups and downs, Highs and lows, Bends and curves, But at the end, The best of it all is, We will be home, Insha Allah. #3-desires 19th march 2021

《Don't trust what you see, even salt looks like sugar.》 Two men. A man alleged of murder. A man guilty of perfidy. Three women. A woman motivated by revenge. A woman caught in the snare of fidelity. A woman preyed upon in a stratagem. Read on to find out what happens in this plot of deceit.

ROMANCE/SPIRITUAL There is nothing like despising someone you grew up with. There is nothing like obsessing over someone you grew up with. Being the odd one out never made Noori Abdullah's life easy at school and then at work. Azhar Ibn Musa made sure of that, of course it was easier for him to ensure she was miserable forever. While they played their games, shadows started moving, secrets were being whispered and finally the past chased up to the family of Musa Ibn Mustafa. And it was going to get very dark in these trying times and Noori surprisingly found herself in the middle of it all.