•Love Never Loved• They said this marriage would change her life, it did. They said she would be surrounded with luxuries in Kashana House, she was. They said her future would transform, it did. They said she would be lucky to be married to their heir, she was. They said she would be loved, she was not. •|• Silah Shafee married Sarfaraz Khan. They were the happiest couple. The most charming and loving. Their eyes gleamed of love they had for each other. Any room would glow up with their presence. Kashana Family was witness of how much Sarfaraz loved Silah, but truth was; he never loved her. Sarfaraz passes away and Silah holds this secret forever. But it remains a secret only until Sarfaraz's cousin, Altamash returns home. Silah. Altamash. And a story.

Book 8 of the Mangoverse • A Marriage in Trouble Romance • His dream was to see his business roar and touch new heights. Her dream was to have a perfect family she missed out on as a child. When he married her for his gain, she had hope that one day she would win him over. That hope dimmed every day until it vanished. If six years of marriage didn't change anything, she didn't think anything else would. So she crushed her hopes with her own hands. She never complained, never fought. But it's different now. Her wounds are deep and she would not let them bleed anymore. Leaving him seems like a good option. But it is never that easy. He never knew of the pain she hid behind her supportive smiles, and now that he does, he is willing to ask for forgiveness. Or beg for it. Whatever works. He never had any intention of letting her go. Even before he married her, she was his, and he is determined to prove it now more than ever. ------

Dobara. Phir se. Again. Once more. |Raqs| Hadeed could hear the cheers of everyone who had caught up. He could hear the bottle of sparkling water being popped. But he could only see her. Brown assessing eyes, narrowed as she smiled with them, full lips and red cheeks and silk like hair. His lips turned up in a smile, at the corners, like he was sharing some sort of joke and then he was stepping forward and she was in his arms and he was spinning her around and oh God. Oh God. This hadn't happened before. He hadn't felt this before. Ever before. |Ba Dastoor| "I don't know. It shouldn't be like this. I don't feel those butterflies when I'm with him. I don't feel giddy in my stomach or excited and jittery. My heart doesn't race." "What do you feel?" Diya couldn't speak for a few seconds. Her mouth would open but the right words wouldn't come out. She wanted to cry pitifully. Because as soon as the words came together, she knew. "Safe." Her voice broke. "At home. Like I've known him forever. Like I could make any mistake in the world and he wouldn't care. Like his arms are the only place I'd ever want to be. Like his words are the antidote to any poison I could think of. Like he and I were made from the same fabric." Her voice trailed off and tears pooled in her eyes. "When he looks at me, I know I'm going to be okay. And if I don't. Then he promises me that he'll make it okay." //// Heavily unedited 😭

Weaving in and out of each others lives. Maaz Yousafzai and Noorulain Rehan. Who thought they'd never be able to live together or apart. When she was 17, Noorulain watched him speak at an assembly. They had been friends for ages, she listened to his nonstop chatter daily. But in that moment, when the power of his words seemed to shine through his eyes, his gentleness, his humility, his kindness radiating through each part of him. She fell so very deeply. When she was 20, she was shivering outside the room where she would defend her thesis. One of the panel members was a professor who had blatantly targeted her throughout her first year at college. How could her dissertation be enough to ward off that bias. When she was 20, Maaz walked up to her with that stupid stupid all knowing look. A cookie shaped like a star in his hand that he put in his pocket. "For celebrating later." And it was so funny that she couldn't help but laugh, her nerves melting at the spot. And then at 24, she watched him put a ring on another girl. And she thought, he's still my Maaz, my best friend. No one could break them apart. Maaz thought there was an ocean in Noorulain's eyes. When she was happy, and calm, they were still, drinking in his words and crinkling at the corners when she'd laugh. And when she was angry, they were a storm. She'd ruin all that was in her path. When he was 19, she was his best friend. He played games with her, they went to arcaded together. They studied together. And there was no other place he'd feel as normal as he did. When he was 22, he was working and he hated his job. And when she saw him moping around she handed him a letter. "What's this?" He had whispered. "Your resignation letter. Allah know tumse khud toh kuch kiya nahi jaata." And when he was 27, he scrambled to correct the one mistake he'd been making all along this scientific life of his. His friend, his soulmate, his Noor. Stubborn, mean, and rude. But for him, she was everything.

IZTIRAAR اِضْطِرار The perfect word to describe her helplessness. Can you love and lose. Can you hate Can you choose. Insia wanted to fight for her love but if Wali wont fight with her, she has no reason to put herself through pain. What would Wali do to find his redemption. To win back Insia. Does he want to? "You have no right over me, Wali!" she screamed through the tears. "You're mine. You just haven't realized it yet."

Anaya Raheem's life was never hers to choose. Forced into marriage with the cold and distant businessman Zayan Ali Khan, she endured years of silence and loneliness, believing their bond was nothing more than a cruel fate. After their marriage, Zayan disappeared abroad for work, leaving her to carry the weight of their union alone. But when Zayan returns, everything changes. Anaya is pregnant with his child-something neither of them were prepared for. The tension between them escalates as Zayan, now back in her life, remains as distant and cold as ever. Anaya, meanwhile, struggles with anxiety , caught in a whirlwind of confusion, guilt, and fear for the future of her child. As Anaya battles between her growing feelings for Zayan and the harsh realities of her situation, will their fragile connection survive the weight of the past, or will the light of love fade forever?

"I trusted you," Mirha said in a voice barely above a whisper, trying her best to keep tears from falling down her cheeks, trying and failing. Hadi paused for an entire second. "Well, you shouldn't have. Not my fault," He spoke softly, evenly, his face pale and pinched as if trying to hold back emotions of his own. *** A best friend. A chase gone wrong. An empty promise. Out of control, unexpected run-ins. Out of control, unexpected feelings. And you've got a conundrum. Mirha Qadeer was a simple village girl new to the capital city. She felt like a fish out of water in her university but tried her best to fit in and study hard. She made a few mistakes along the way but she had never thought she would have to pay this high a price in return. Hadi Maher was not your nice, friendly guy next door, nor was he a ruthless bad boy. He was something else entirely. But whatever he was, Mirha Qadeer should never have been a part of it. But she somehow forced her way in, and now he has to make a choice, a choice that will take too much from him either way, a choice that's threatening to undo him. --- There are typos and some grammatical mistakes in the story. Will be editing soon.

Zoha visits her old town only to reminisce over the lost teenage years, but is hurled into the old, almost dilapidated manor she made the mistake to breach the boundaries of. Torture, politics, magic, run-ins, and secrets. Her hopes keep growing and rising up in the air, so much so that an entire castle builds up amidst the clouds. One severe blow of the winter wind and the castle will perish. Why is heartbreak inevitable in every story? Why do dreams not come true? Why do people keep secrets? And most importantly, why do people let others down? --- It's your dose of family drama with a bit of mystery, sweet waves of romance, sprinkles of fantasy and the undeniable peace of spirituality.

Its been 2 years since they last saw each other. 2 years since Umeed Pasha had barged into his monotonous life and changed him for good. 2 years since Farjaad Khan Bahadur lost his heart to an adorably clumsy girl. 2 years since they promised to start a new life together on that starry night on the shore. Now standing in front of each other, they were mere strangers for the world. But only their hearts knew the truth.

She was never the favorite daughter. Never the ideal cousin. Never the girl who fit into mirrors or people's expectations. Mishel Wahaj, the youngest in a large, opinionated family, has grown up hearing one thing - "You need to lose weight." From aunties' taunts to silent glances at weddings, she's been shrinking emotionally long before she ever tried to shrink physically. But on the edge of 18, something inside her breaks - and quietly begins to rebuild. Across the same bloodline, Rayyan Alvi, her much older cousin - a 28-year-old CSS officer - is everything she's not: composed, dignified, unreachable. For years, Mishel barely registered in his world. But when life pulls them back into the same orbit, something fragile begins to form between unspoken words, eyes that linger too long, and a past that refuses to stay buried. This isn't a love story told in flowers and fairytales. It's told in sajdahs, silences, self-worth, and slow healing. As Mishel fights for her identity, her voice, and her relationship with Allah - she discovers that sometimes the most powerful love stories begin when you finally learn to love yourself. A journey of broken mirrors, unexpected souls, and divine timing. Because when Allah writes your story... nothing comes too early, and nothing comes too late.