"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

A car screeching and engine dying out couldn't pull me off this bliss until I felt like somebody was staring at me and I opened my eyes and I was locked in his gaze. A man in a black suit was standing with blood red 2016 Mazda mx-5 Miata with a passenger door yet to be closed. .. His olive green eyes catch my attention that is so deep, intense and lonely. .his now drench black hair was adding another point to his already beautiful face. ...how could a guy be this beautiful was the first thing I could think of... ~~~~~~~~ Raseen Malik doesn't know what's its like to be loved or love.she kept herself almost all the time busy by studying hard to find a cure for her mother. Her best friends are her pencil, paints, books and herself. The things that provide her with love. When Wasiq Durrani the famous actor walks into her life, she isn't sure. There is a strain in her mind that she doesn't know how to love and that how somebody could potentially be hers. When they meet unknowingly from time to time they are finally brought into a relationship that both of them couldn't possibly digest... A beautiful relationship that she never knew could exist.... ♥ Wasiq Durrani was once a kind hearted, humorous, innocent guy but now turned into arrogant, cold-hearted, piss off type of a guy because of something....that something which he may never get in his life. And he named those things unfulfilled desires. Now he is a heartthrob of many girls around South Asia and he has a huge fan following that he sometimes hate but to prove his worth to this person he diverted to become an actor. When Raseen Malik walks into his life as if she belongs here..he begin to fear that he is turning back into the same old Wasiq ...the guy who likes to paint, prank, smiles, laugh, enjoy solace in books and most importantly again seeking that thing called love in her and from her and from this person. ♡♥ please do not copy and let's be happy♡♥

She thought he was a normal boy. She was so naive and innocent. The perfect target for him. 1st Book of the Darkness Series Cover Credit: @saltea_ STARTED 8/2/2016 COMPLETED 1/28/2017

He pinned her to the wall by grabbing her arm and stood too close to her. So close that their noses and foreheads were touching. "You look hurt, Maira. Your eyes are reflecting your pain. Is it because you are finally realizing your feelings for me?" Hearing his words, Maira felt a shiver run down her spine. She gathered some courage and looked into his eyes, daringly. "I will never fall for you, Arim. Never ever" she whisper with determination, glaring at him. His grip on her hand was gentle but strong enough to not let her move. "But I Will Make You Mine, This Is My Promise" he said with a playful smirk, his voice as determined as hers. His eyes held so many emotions of love, hurt, jealousy, pain and the most important one, passion. Passion for her. She twisted her hand in an attempt to loosened his grip. His hot breathes fell on her forehead, making her heart flutter and she almost forgot to free herself. His innerself shivered when she lowered her eyes, making her long eyelashes brush against his cheekbones. *** Arim Singh Bharadwaj, grandson of one of the richest persons in India. Very polite by nature. He can buy anything in the world still, he longs for something. LOVE. His first love; Maira. He loved her from the time when he doesn't even know the meaning of it. Maira Singhal, daughter of a rich industrialist. Very stubborn by nature. Life is nothing but a competition for her. Her only goal in life is to win, either by hook or by crook. She is a confused soul when it comes to the subject of 'Love'. Her priority is her family and friends. She never cares about others emotions. Will Arim ever be able to make Maira fall for him?? Find out what happens when these two worlds colloids. *COMPLETED* Started on 21st January 2017 Completed on 4th March 2018 * Warning: Don't read. Needs to be rewritten or at least editing.