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. ❤

"If I swallowed fifty aspirin would you call an ambulance?" "No," This time his expression was plain but I liked the way it slightly hardened when he looked at me; like he was displeased, uninterested, but still unable to let me go. "I'd just fuck your mouth until you puked them back up." 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 | After an ill fated night in which she blames herself, Winona has spent the rest of her life trying to convince herself that there is good in the world and that she contributes, but when tragedy strikes again by a devil she doesn't know she sets out for vengeance with the help of the devil she does. Ruthless, seductive and haunted by the one crime he couldn't stop, Gommorah made himself his own god and makes a living selling narcotics and assassinating the enemies of the powerful crime family that raised him into being the man that everyone fears and every woman wants to fuck. But when his latest conquest comes begging for his help, together they plunge into a world of drugs and depravity where the gods are the monsters and they're faced with a lust neither of them prepared for. There's just one complication: One of them is lying. So is the other. © dana dior 18+ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐘

In which a teenage girl sets her sights on the mafia don, and innocently seduces him. . . . . . . . . . . She gets what she wants because no one dares to refuse the Principessa. But when they can't give her the one thing she wants, she gets it herself. . . . . . . . . . . 19 year old Giana is beautiful, sweet and convey's innocence. Giana is also bratty, spoiled and manipulative. What happens when she's sent to live with La Famigilia after her own family dies? She craves the one man she can't have. The man that is to take care of her. The man that will always give her what she wants, yet the same man that tells her she can't have him. But like the brat she is, she doesn't listen. . . . . . . . . . . - Forbidden romance - Age gap - Dark mafia romance - Explicit sexual content Highest Ranks #1 in Spoiled #1 in Seduction #1 in SpoiledBrat

☀︎︎𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈☀︎︎ #3 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒖 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊 #12 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂 #20 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 "Leave my hand, it's hurting."Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to get rid off of his deadly grip on her wrist. "Why? When he holds your hand you don't tell him to back off, Huh?" Tightening his grip on her, Murad seethed. The pain which he was causing her was intolerable, tears fell down from those hazel orbs on her pale cheeks as she wished for a certain pair of sea blue eyes to come and save her from this tormentor. "He is my husband! He has every right on me as I have on him." Hazaan yelled at him as anger started welling up in her body, slowly replacing the fear. "Oh, Accha. Now, he is your husband then who am I to you? Did you forget what we had.." the words got strangled in his throat and a loud noise took place in the room making a pin drop silence which shocked the daylights of Murad as he never expected the timid, extrovert and bubbly girl to strike him hard, across the face. "You were a mistake and you'll always be one! I was so blind in your trap which you called 'love' to not see a cold blooded brute." Hazaan gritted out the words not knowing what the outcome of her honesty would cost her. Fury and rage was all he felt towards her. He jerked off his grip on her and pushed Hazaan to the wall harshly, making her yelp as her head started throbbing in pain. Murad wrapped his fingers on her throat and pressed his fingers more firmly which caused her to squirm in his hold for the oxygen. His next words were not for which Hazaan was prepared for. "You are mine Hazaan! YOU.ARE.MINE. If I can't have you then no one can..." were the last words heard by her before everything went black.

Ranking #12. (15 july 2018) A story of two strangers. How they met and how their first meeting ended on marriage? Shahyan Hasham malik was a son of billionaire. He himself was a successful businessman. He was the boy that every girl dream of but what happened when at mid night a girl asked him to marry her?? And if he does how will his family take this marriage?? His father was a strick man having his own rules. In order to bring all things normal and to find a solution How will Shahyan and Anabia hide their marriage?? How will they face all problems and will they be able to stay far from each other when love will knock on their hearts.?? On the other side There is a girl named Maham. She's the girl known with fashion and her boldness and her this boldness irritates someone. Ashar who is best friend of Shahyan hate this girl Maham who irritates him. Not a single moment left in which both didn't fight. How these fighters leads to a hidden marriage?? Join them in their Hidden marriage.

He saw her for perhaps seconds, across a filled room, even then she had managed to stop time. Customers, sales assistents and even security, all frozen. Eyes followed the group across the shop floor and down the elevator. Captivated. 3 men: tall, dark and handsome dressed in cool beige linen suits had immediatly flanked her as she emerged from the restroom. The word "polished" came to mind. As if they had stepped out of photo shoot. Chiselled jaws, clear skin and darkly composed looks, which occasionally drew back to the women in their midst. And who could blame them, she was striking. It was the only way to desribe her, she possessed features beyond comparison; pixie haired, alabaster skin. A woman with eyes the colour of sage. A woman, more fae than mortal. Graceful and demure. And completely unaware of the effect she had on her surroundings. She nodded to the men to show she was ready to go and they moved together. The men at her sides spoke with an air of polite familiarity that was puzzling. Brothers? Maybe. One could be a husband? It was unclear as they all seemed drawn to her. Bodyguards? No- there was a look of mixed affection, respect and something else- longing as if they cherished her somehow. It was a remarkable incident that was seared into his memory. For yearis he had remained captivated by it. Then she reappeared. She was different. . . Her hair was longer, hung in a velvety curtain at her shoulders and she seemed infinitely more amiable. He knew then he had to have her. He wasnt the man he had been 10 years ago. ‐---------- Please do not plagiarise my work xxx Many thanks to everyone who has adding this title to their reading list xxx

Adeel, 25 is a business man .He has graduated from Harvard University and is a good Muslim. He is finding a suitable partner for him, when he sees Khadija he believes that she is perfect for him and decides to make it halal. Khadija, 24 is a doctor, graduated from Cambridge University in London. She is an independent woman and a religious person and believes that she will find her future husband, the right man for her, at the destined time and she knows that Allah will move both their hearts if he wants them to get married. But Khadija has some terms and conditions for her dear future husband. Will Adeel accept them and answer all her questions the way she expects her husband to? Will it always be one-sided love from Adeel?

A Muslim love story.... Al Hamdulillah #10 in Spiritual ..... He got married to get his Revenge. She got married to keep the secret hidden. Overnight, irresponsible Ghaith goes from widowed father to a married man. He gets married to a Seventeen years old, Nowa, who had a boring life up until three months ago and now she is forced to marry her father's friend, twenty seven years old Ghaith Jaber. ____________________________ When People asked if I was his daughter and they ask all the time. Hoping, accusing. I never say yes, and I never say no. Since I knew my age makes him nervous and embarrassed, cause his eyes to keep heading southwards and then back up, guilty. I can tell I can make his eyes spin and that's just about all the control I needed. {And of His Signs is that He created for you from yourselves mates that you may find tranquility in them; and He placed between you affection and mercy.} [Quran 30: 21]

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018