"You hate me right?" I shook my head but he pulled me closer to his chest. "Feeling is mutual honey " his hot minty breath reached to my ears. He gripped my arms tightly and I winced from the pain. A tear fell from my eyes, I tried to push him but he was way stronger than me. "Daniyal, it's hurting " I cried out. "I know right " he smirked at me. He leaned into me and his lips were about to touch mine, I pushed him with full force. "What were you doing with me Daniyal " I yelled. His face was red, he held my wrist and pushed me to the walls. "You think I'll do this with you, really? " he let out a loud chuckle and shot a glare at me. "You're just a piece of trash that my dad bought for me to play but I don't want to lower my standard so don't worry, I'm not gonna touch you" his words shattered my heart into pieces. I was his wife, his unwanted wife. ***WARNING *** Zillions of grammatical mistakes. Give this book a chance 🖤 Xoxo

Momin ki Dua : The believer's supplication / prayer. She was his everything, He was her many things. Her smile was his peace, His pain-she never could see. He broke just to build her dreams, She forgot what his silence means. She thought she was strong and smart, He knew her soft, innocent heart. He forgave her every wrong, She kept hurting him all along. She realized it when love had gone, He'd already left... and moved on. ************* I don't know how this description is guys, I just try to describe what this story about. But I will request you to just give it try. You won't be disappointed, I can assure you

The day had started as usual, with the promise of a calm and uneventful Sunday. The office was quieter than usual, the hum of computers and the occasional phone call creating a serene backdrop. I had taken a moment to escape the confines of my cubicle and retreat to the restroom, seeking a brief respite fbefore the meeeting. That's when she barged in, her voice a sharp contrast to the tranquillity. The familiarity of her presence was like a shock to my system, bringing with it a wave of memories. The last time I saw her, it was under very different circumstances. I watched as she fumbled with her bag, clearly agitated. Her long, silky hair was the same, cascading down her back like a waterfall. It was a sight that stirred something deep within me. I remembered how that hair used to brush against my skin, a sensation both comforting and thrilling. "Ma'am, I believe this is the men's toilet," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I washed my hands. I could see the water on the floor, a hazard waiting to happen. "Is it? Who cares? I just need to wash my hands," she mumbled, not even looking up. "You should be careful with your heels. The floor is slippery," I warned. Just as I spoke, she turned towards me, her heel skidding on the wet tile. Instinct took over, and I reached out, grabbing her waist to prevent her from falling. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Her hair fell over her face, and the scent of her perfume filled the air. It was a heady mix of familiarity and something new, something that spoke of changes and time passed. She quickly composed herself, standing up straight and fixing her hair and shirt. When she finally looked at me, her eyes widened in recognition. "You?" she asked, her voice a mix of fury and surprise. "You?" I echoed, equally taken aback.

"Khadijah, you aren't the only one being forced into this marriage." Khadijah Abdulmalik has already put her life on hold for her younger siblings after losing her parents. Now, she is being forced to marry the last man she ever wanted, while the man she loves is still in her life. Yusuf Imran is a wealthy businessman with little time for anything beyond work. He has his own relationship, his own problems, and no intention of making this marriage easy. Brought together by their grandparents, Khadijah and Yusuf have no choice but to live as husband and wife. They don't get along. They don't want this marriage. And neither is ready to let go of the life they had before it. But with family secrets, complicated relationships, and two stubborn hearts standing in the way, can they make this marriage work? Or will they spend the rest of their lives fighting the person they were meant to love? (You can find book II in the account @WinterBearz).

This story is about hadiza; a young fulani woman and Ahmad; a fulani/hausa man with a business empire. Ahmad is known for his kindness, love and caring attitude but with only a flaw that could seperate them. Hadiza without knowing of his unknown disease falls in love with him. She later finds out when it is already too late. Will she stay with ahmad even though he has an incurable disease or leave him?

Its all about love Love! Love! This, Is a Journey of three wonderful soul; Nasreen Arshed and Marwan what did u think? "a lady with two men" its like impossible? YEAH!!! What do you smell? a love triangle YEAH!!! Now the questions are; What happened on the quest for love that involves those three souls? Who does she marry among them? Is he her choice and her Prince charming? Follow me and find out muwhh

Aisha's dreams become a reality when Aashiq, the jinn of her dreams comes to life to claim what's his. ••• Aisha is happily married to Aman and is set to go on another vacation when something terrible happens. She's kidnapped by Aashiq and thrown into the supernatural world of jinns. With no way out of the world of jinns, she decides to seek help from Sifriti, the first and most powerful ifrit. But someone beats her to it and rescues her, Aman. Just when they think they've escaped and everything will go back to normal, their lives take a different turn.

Five people. Five lives. Five tales. Each of them is struggling through life and these struggles aren't something extraordinary. The journey is of friendship, questioning norms, fighting set standards and in doing so, maybe, stumbling upon love as well.

Six people, six lives, six emotions Bound together with one feeling called LOVE