"Darling, I understand you are butt-hurt at losing the tender but don't blame me for your impulsiveness and incompetence in handling business dealings, we all know you aren't cut out for the business world. The problem is that you never learn, but don't worry sweetheart, because this time, I'll take it upon myself to teach you all the lessons that will help you navigate effortlessly your way through the business world." Those words hurt Anabia more than she'd liked to admit. "No thanks, I don't want anything to do with you. I know I'm no comparison to you for you are sharp, calculative, and manipulative a businessman but I know without a doubt that you are deliberately meddling in my business and trying to sabotage it." "You don't have any proof sweetheart and even if I do admit I'm meddling in your affairs what will you do?" Aaron shot back. "Why are you doing it?" Anabia asked frustrated. "It wouldn't be wrong to say, I get pleasure in winning, and well who doesn't enjoy their victory," he quirked his brow and smirked. Anabia was disgusted by him yet again, but more so, she was angry at herself for barging into his office for explanations when she should have known that it would be futile. Aaron would never leave a chance to rub in her face how he has always won. Before he could humiliate her further, she decided to leave. However, seeing Anabia leave, Aaron got angry because he expected her to fight, to argue with him, and to give him the attention that he was used to, so he mocked her once more, "Leaving again like the coward you are? What are you gonna do pack up again and leave for Pakistan like a sore loser?" "Better a loser than a cheat, liar, and traitor like you." Anabia retorted with misty eyes as she made a beeline for the door without a backward glance for she knew she would break down any moment and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of affecting her even after 3 years. ♚♛♜♝♞♟|♙♘♗♖♕♔

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫." The king of Vijaygarh had to marry a girl to complete his thirst of desires. She was well aware that she was married to fulfill his needs... so she shouldn't hope for anything from him as she was just a girl who he had to bed because of the curse. Marrying her doesn't felt any special or significant until the way he got used to her, obsessed to her. The king's craving for her only increased and increased. He started yearning for her more and more with each passing days and he felt it was natural and normal as she was ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏, 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉. ~𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁~ || ON HOLD TILL FURTHER NOTICE ||

☾ featured ~ ❝Empty chest and misplaced heart, what can fix them if not love?❞ ☾ Started: January 15, 2021. Completed: May 27, 2021.

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sasha waziq, a young and strong buisness woman,,, people would call her bitchy and sassy and yes she had turned into one heartless woman after bearing too much pain in her past but now everyone around was scared of her as she was the queen of a business empire. zakwan cemil, tall and handsome billionaire, new into buisness world yet already conquering it but the only thing he cant conquer is sasha's heart in which lies immense hate for zakwan because of the past they shared! * bad at descriptions( keep saying it always) so just read it and embark on zakwan and sasha's love hate journey along with me.

She was his according to shari'ah and law. His wife. His to touch, own and do whatever he wanted to. She was helpless and had nowhere to turn to. He wanted to punish her so badly for all that he suffered because of her and her mother. This was not how he thought he would start his married life and particularly his wedding night. He was standing right in front of her with a distance of a couple of steps. She could very well see the shameless and lustful stare of her husband, she was trying to cover herself with her soaking wet Dupatta that was sticking to her body. He took a step forward she took two backwards. "What are you doing" she asked him nervously. "What I should have done earlier" he replied. A tale of two women, Zarghoona trying to overcome the pain of the past and Anissa trying to control her fear of the future.

His eyes scanned the room silently .The room was filled with colours. It was too bright for his taste.People were talking and laughing with each other.He was sitting quietly on the front like a King.His attitude and his personality screamed danger while his features showed a beautiful combination of dominance and sexiness.He was beautiful.His face screamed power,may be that's why people were too scared to come near him.His bodyguards stood protectively behind him ready to do anything waiting for his command.His eyes found no sign of danger ,he was about to relax when his eyes settled on a beauty laughing in a corner playing with a kid.He was unable to take his eyes off of her.His eyes assessed her shamelessly as she played with the kid oblivious to her surroundings.Her giggles were like honey floating in his ears. A smile automatically made its way upto his face as his mind settled its claim on her

COMPLETE Let me make this crystal clear, because you don't seem to understand," he said, his voice deceptively calm, but laced with venom. "I paid for you to be my wife. That means you do what I say. You're mine now." He flicked a check toward me, and it fluttered to the ground between us. I couldn't look away from him, though my chest tightened in panic. My hands shook as I fought back tears, refusing to let him see me break. But he wasn't finished. "What did you expect?" he scoffed, eyes narrowing. "This is what gold diggers like you get. Money has a price, and now you're paying yours. Enjoy it, wife." Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the massive, empty living room-speechless, breathless, and drowning in disbelief. I never expected this. © MaryRose 2018. All rights reserved. Content Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of physical and verbal abuse. Reader discretion is advised. My intention is not to romanticize or condone abusive behavior but to present a fictional story for entertainment purposes only. If themes of violence, toxic relationships, or power imbalances are triggering, please proceed with caution or choose a different story. This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as a guide to real-life relationships. Offensive or disruptive comments will be removed to maintain a positive reading experience for all.

Catherine was a woman blinded by love. She lives with her cheating husband who betrayed her and took everything she once owned. She can't leave, because if she does, she'll lose even the little things she has left. He goes out, he sleeps with whoever he wants, he has fun, while she just waits home. One day, she gets enough. She decides that her husband isn't the only one who can have fun. Will she find a way to take everything back from her husband? → More background details in the prologue. ←

It was an unspoken rule for Misha Yousaf to stay clear of those creatures, to stay clear of men and boys alike. Coming from a conservative Muslim family, for as long as she can remember, the only male interaction she has had in her life is with her father, brothers and male cousins. To make sure this rule was enforced, Misha's over protective brothers had carefully managed to shelter her from the 'dangers' of the outside world as they called it, for sixteen years of her life by enrolling her in all-girls school and whatnot. But things were about to take a very dark turn as one harmless action by Misha causes her to land in a mess she can't get out off. Things aren't looking bright for Misha Yousaf when she involuntarily catches the attention of a certain politician's son, Ibraheem Narejo. Ibraheem Narejo is everything Misha is not. Despite being a Muslim, all his habits contradict his religion. He drinks, he parties and is the epitome of spoiled to the core. With parents who shower love on him since he is an only child and don't restrict him from doing anything, Ibraheem has come to believe that nothing can stop him. If he commits a crime, his father covers it up with his money. He is untouchable. Ibraheem gets a virtual slap on the face when he gets a reality check from a creature he least expected, a girl. ~ Two souls tied together by the red thread of fate. Entwined so deeply that even if they try to go against all forces of the world, they will come back to each other. A beautifully emotional yet deeply moving story of two people who fell in love and never managed to break free of the chains that came with it.