"𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇." They told me her name would bring influence. That her bloodline would open doors no campaign ever could. That marrying her would tie me to the minister whose word sways cabinets and commands kings. I was twenty-two, hungry and unshaken- A 𝒢𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓏𝒾 by name, born of legacy and cold-blooded business. So I agreed. To the alliance. To the girl. 𝒜𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾. She was fifteen when they marked her as mine. Eighteen when we signed the nikkah. I never saw her-only the tremble of pale fingers, and the quiet grace in her signature beside mine. And then I left. Now, at the brink of becoming the youngest Chief Minister this state has ever seen, they say it's time to complete the picture. Time for her rukhsati. Time to claim the girl I never forgot to remember. She's the granddaughter of a man who could make me king. And somehow, she's also the one thing in this game that feels... undeserved. And now she's waiting. And I don't know if I'm ready. Because what do men like me know of worthiness, when all we've ever known is conquest?

I've learned that healing isn't a straight line. It doesn't happen all at once, and it doesn't come with instructions. Some days you feel strong, like you've moved past the pain. Other days, the same memories still find you But healing, for me, has been about showing up anyway. It's been about allowing yourself to feel without judging those feelings. About understanding that breaking didn't mean you are weak, it means you're human. I've learned to give myself grace. To stop rushing my growth. To understand that rest is not quitting, and silence is not failure. Healing taught me that I don't need to erase my past to move forward. I carry it with me, not as a burden, but as proof that I survived. And every day you choose to keep going, even when it's hard, You're healing slowly, honestly, and in your own time. (Welcome to Zainab & Muhsin's story)

The unscripted pieces of the lives of Hadley, Archer, and everyone possible from their world.

❝Jab koi salam kare, toh uska jawab dete hain,❞ he said with a voice that sent a shiver down her spine. "Ji," she barely managed to whisper before yanking her hand back and running to the kitchen. ⁕⁕⁕ Pari had always dreamed of a fairy tale love story... But on her wedding night, those dreams shattered: "Don't expect anything from this marriage," her husband said in an emotionless tone. "Yeh sirf meri family ke liye ek formality hai. Bas. Aur kuch nahi.". She stared at him, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. A few days later, while cleaning the attic, she found a diary... his diary. A woman's name written over and over again. It didn't take much to piece the truth together... his heart was never hers to begin with. Still, no matter how much his indifference hurt, she couldn't stop herself from falling for him. And just when she thought things couldn't get more complicated, life threw her the ultimate twist... At university, she came face to face with her cold, distant husband once again... this time, as his STUDENT. And that was only the beginning... Start Date: Late December 2024 Finish Date: 26th April 2025 English translations for Urdu dialogues (which mostly start appearing after Pari's Niqah) are available. All rights reserved

The Alif Series #3 IQRAAR- اِقْرار Noun, Masculine confession, promise, pledge acceptance, consent, agreement The story of Saifaan and Sohai. The not knowing, the indecisiveness, the love and the final acceptance. IQRAAR! اِقْرار

The Alif Series #1 IBTIDAA- ابتدا Noun, Feminine beginning, commencement It is never too late for a new beginning of life. The story of Bakhtaawar Zayd and Gulaisha Bakhtaawar. How they struggle through daily life and yet come out victorious every single time. All for their babies. For their Saifaan, Yaaseen and their baby girl Mehtaab! ابتدا

The Alif Series #2 IZTIRAAR- اِضْطِرار Noun, Masculine helplessness, irritation, agitation, restlessness, uneasiness, eagerness Just you and the world. Just you, are the world. The story of Mehtaab and Masoud. How their life is not a smooth sail despite having a peaceful start. How they fight to be with each other despite all odds. How they find love in their faith. The restlessness of their love. IZTIRAAR- اِضْطِرار sequel to IBTIDAA.

She looked at all of them with hopeful eyes. No one belived her. Except Him ! She didn't expect him to believe her out of all the people. She had expected some vile remarks and insults which she was used to. But life is cruel in wicked ways. It shows you the most beautiful things at the worst possible time and with the worst possible scenarios. "Your wife is going to be the unluckiest, I swear. God bless her already. Because she is going to need all the blessing she could get, to have her sanity after being married to a vain, controlling, conceited and..... and... a jerk like you." She was looking for words to describe him but had settled for 'jerk' in the end. Little did she know , that those words were going to bite her in the rare when she finds herself married to a man , she thought she hated his guts. The funny part was, she choose to get married to him and a small part of her was glad that it was him , instead of her harasser. Join Haya as she finds herself being rescued by the man she hated and who she thought hated her back. But there are things that doesn't meet the eyes. That we hide in our heart. And there were alot of secrets hidden in his heart. Things that either could destroy everything he had worked for or could bring him the peace and forever that he was looking for !! Status Complete but not completely edited. I am working on it and it really needs editing. Some chapters are unedited.😁 ~ Ranking ~ 28th in marriage 1st August 2020 1st in Lahore in Feb.2021 2nd in Pakistani / Pakistan on 3rd September.2020 1st in Muslim on 12th September 2020 1st in Desi on 31st August 2020

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 😭

𝑺𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒌𝒐 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒌𝒉, 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒒 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒌𝒉... _ Anonymous Read the story inside...