Marrying Him² AJAY weds AHAANA A marriage that should have been one of the big indian fat wedding......ended up being a secretive marriage In a church with none of their families and friends around. Can this secret marriage be successful? And they have their forever happy ending? Or like in any stories, do they face obstacles that can succumb their relationship? Let's read and know what are Ajay and Ahaana. Ps: You might have to read part 1 of MARRYING HIM to know what happened in the past and events lead to the marriage.

''People say you don't know what you've got until it's gone. Truth is, you knew what you had, you just never thought you'd lose it." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Coming Soon...

"She was his wife in name only. Now, she wants out-but he refuses to let her go. When love and revenge collide, will she finally escape, or will she become what she swore she'd never be-his wife, for real?"

"Leave me"...I struggled hard ...but his grip was too tight around my waist.. . "Never in a million years....love..... you are mine"he said... . "I'm not your property....that you can claimed as yours...."..I replied with anger in my tone... . "Oh babe..... I know you're not my property.. but you're definitely mine..don't you dare to deny that. you know that what I'm capable of.... right Darling!!???? . That was enough for me to understand.... that what is he talking about!! . _______*****_____ This is the story of a Mafia who is obsessed with a Hijabi.. .. Sorry for the grammatical errors!! Not only Muslim... But also anyone can read my story.... Cause it's a story for everyone.... ......*****-*........ ___________

Previously known as "The Ceo And His Hijabi" *** The night was dark. Ruthless and forbidden. It was like the murkiness was calling him in the arms of lurking demons, the demons which had always been there with him, teasing him mocking him. He stood before the window, looking down at the city, which was glittering as if thousands of stars have descended down from the sky, each scattering as far as a human eye could see. The tall buildings stood there, an aura of pride surrounding them, reminding him the consequences of the evil power that he had faced. His heart was beating in a sinful rhythm but the devil, oh the devil, he stood there in the darkness as if it was his own cloak, his own shelter. "Tell me this is a lie," The little Muslimah whispered. Her voice hoarse with emotions, her throat perched from all the crying that she had done in the past hour. The truth that laid before her had broken her. "Either you believe the artificial lie or realize the truth lying before your eyes." His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion. His mind but his heart, it was in chaos. A cry of pain escaped the Muslimah's lips but he stood there, unwavering, listening to the tortured soul. "How long? How long have you kept this from me?" She questioned him. Her green eyes held a fire which he had never seen before. It was dangerous because it could consume her, becoming the reason for her own downfall. He knew after telling her the truth there was no coming back but he was a man of character and no matter how comforting a lie is, he would always go for the truth even if it meant chaos.

"I don't feel anything towards you. You're kind of like my brother." She says, making faces again. Well, if being called a brother by someone you like doesn't sting then what does? "We aren't siblings. We're married. I've given you enough time to accept that." I try to put some sense into her. She shakes her head. "I can't ever accept it." "Too bad. I'm going to make you mine no matter what." ••• Maria comes from a big, rich, happy family. But like all other families, hers isn't perfect either. They criticise her for wearing Islamic clothing and practising Islam. But through every difficulty her faith doesn't waver and she remains firm no matter how broken she is on the inside. When her long gone cousin, Emad, returns home from abroad. Her life slowly breaks apart. For their grandfather wishes for them to be wed. ••• #3 in spiritual #1 in halal #1 in thoughts

(18+) "After a few moments I felt her kissing me back, I started kissing her roughly, grabbing her waist crushing her to my body. This is where she belongs. To me. With me. For me. She's mine. My baby girl. Mine to cherish. Mine to claim. Mine to possess." Popular guy, Brandon loves innocent and sweet, Honey and she loves him back. They become addicted to each other. But one fateful day Brandon comes from a trip as a Vampire and everything changes. Honey is his fiance, and the sweet and caring Brandon turns into an obsessive, possessive maniac, who's "love" starts suffocating Honey that she's no longer the same person. Will they ever be like they were before? Or will Brandon's possessive nature destroy Honey. This is my first book guys. Please give this a chance! Some chapters will contain sëxual content (even forced) I advice readers to be 18 and older to read my story. This story will be slow paced because this is my first attempt. :) Contains Bonus & Private Chapters!

'Don't play with me baby girl, or you'll get punished and fucked senseless'

R E C O N S T R U C T I N G "You are coming with me." He states sternly. "I'm not going anywhere until my parents come back." I spit back. He tries to grab me but I back away and slap him. That's when all h*ll broke loose! "Do you know who you just slapped!?!" He yells coming dangerously close to me. I back away and shrug. "Should I care?" He just laughs and grab my arm so that we would be chest to chest. "You just slapped a Mafia boss." WARNING: This book MAY be messed up but I'm trying it out! IN NEED OF EDITING RIGHT NOW!

"Eyes on me little one..." he hissed as he scanned her terror-stricken face. "Please don't do this to me.... I beg you!" she screamed as his fingers tightened around her throat. He was a celebrity with an inflated ego. He was arrogant, selfish and charming. He never compromised for anything in life. He believed that he could get whatever he wanted till he met her. She was an abused, naive and soft hearted person. She feared to trust people around her. Her only motivation to live, was her determination to reach her dreams! What happens when a celebrity enters her life and causes destruction to her already-broken life? [Private Story with Mature Content]