Book 2 of Ishq series. Highest ranking: #1 in Longing THE JAHANGIR SUCCESSORS. Talab-e-Ishq- Offspring of Aas e Ishq. Dig in to know how Daniyal's favourite cousin becomes his need. Need for love. Need to be together. Need to have her in his arms. Need to wake up with her. How Dua and Taha was arranged to love even before the existence of life in earth? How Ahad and Anabiya suffer from the disease called love even when it wasn't diagnosed? But a year of separation is all it takes for them to realise. How Tauqueer and Tausif's childhood wish of getting married to inseparable sisters come true? How they fall in love even after getting arranged. How will you know if you don't dig in? So hurry up and start reading. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS BOOK SHOULD NOT BE PUBLISHED NOR TRANSLATED IN ANY OTHER FORM. IF YOU SEE ANY OF MY WORK ANYWHERE ELSE BEING COPIED, PLEASE REPORT. Love, Nabiha.

• 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃ℊ • ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵈᵃᶻᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵒᵖᵉʳᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵇʸ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ. A series of short stories bringing bundles of emotions and delight to your heart altogether~

"I'm marrying a beast." I whimpered, more to myself. "A husband is supposed to love faithfully and endlessly, respect and trust wholeheartedly, and protect his wife with his life! That's what I searched for in my prince charming. But I ended up with the beast...." I scoffed at my own luck. Sarah's getting married to a rich arrogant stranger for her sister's happily ever after. But they start this proposal on the wrong foot. Will they suffer through the hatred in fate's testing circumstances? Or will they find something unexpected along the way? Will Sarah be able to go through sacrificing her future for her sister's happiness or is the urge to become the independent woman she always hoped to be, stronger. What will get between it all, love or hate?

-- We hear many times of couples meeting, spending time together, getting to know one another before getting married and having their happily ever after. How often, though, do we hear of these very people after their happily ever after? How often do we hear stories from relationships which have gone through hell and back? How often do we hear of a love so great that it rekindles after years of destruction? Not very often. Sumayya wakes up one morning to find that her husband has abandoned her, leaving her all alone in their bed, their home and their marriage. Alone and pregnant. For years, Sumayya pushes her way through life, overcoming countless obstacles which life mercilessly throws at a young, single mother of two. The story begins when Zaid, the man she has not seen for four years, shows his face at her work place, and goes on to follow the pair on their whirlwind of emotions, rash decisions and their thorn-filled journey of falling in love all over again.

•completed• When I was six, Baba had got me my first doll. I vividly remember her, my best friend. I had named her Sameera, she had huge eyes and wore a red bridal outfit, I would play with her all the time and one day I wed her off, wed her to another doll. But now that I had grown up, I knew that wedding someone wasn't just a game, being someone's wife was about much more. I was in my final year of degree in fine arts, I just 21 when my life reminded me of Sameera, turned me into Sameera, jis tarah Sameera ka nikah ek mazzak tha, ek khel uss he tarah mere nikah ne meri zindagi ko bhi ek khel me tabdeel kar diya. I was the wife of a man who already had a wife he loved dearly. I am Meher Butt and this is my story. (Book is written in English) #1 Urdu (march'21) #4 Lahore (jan'21) #1 Hyderabad (jan'21) #1 Pakistan (march'21) #2 Muslim (feb'21) #18 arrangemarriage (march'21) #24 age difference (jan'21)

{Highest rank: 285 in Spiritual} {THA 1st place winner in Spiritual} I won't be anything like my parents. That's what they both said. Dina vowed to be open minded, a listener, someone who loved change. Farouz vowed to be kind, successful, and someone who loved life. Unfortunately family roots aren't so easily removed. And in their fits of distress and anxiety these two find themselves at each other's mercy. He needs her to keep him rooted to his beliefs and she needs him to pull her out of her culture. Without each other they'd be a mess. Yet together, they're a whole different kind of mess.

Lamia Shah didn't have the light in her life. Being told that her father was no more and spending her childhood in pain from her abusive mother was enough to shatter any hopes for a better life. The sudden marriage of her mother to a man unknown to her wasn't helping her situation either. And neither was the fact that her stepfather's son was coming along into her life as well, slowly letting her secrets come out undone, at the same time setting her heart on fire in the name of love. Mysteries are solved, hearts are torn, history repeats and in the end, Lamia could only question one thing from life: Was her father really dead, or had she been lied to the entire time? A beautiful and heart-wrenching story of sweet love, undeniable passion and bittersweet pain that makes the heart crave for what's beyond limit. °°° *NOT CLICHE* This story is none other like the Muslim stories currently present on wattpad, and in no way depicts the true Muslim culture. P.S: This book contains strong language, graphic content, extreme violence and mentions mental health disorders so I advise you to read it with care. ©Copyright 2019. sanasays. Any sort of plagiarism of my story will be reported immediately, and that includes my aesthetics and banners as well.

"I don't want to marry you i hate you and your stupid family"I said angrily without thinking His eyes turn red he look serious his hand turn into fist he was looking in my eyes i start shaking I try not to look afraid but i fail I m dead anytime ya Allah save me he grab my arm and pull me towards him "How dare you to call my family stupid I will not take time to shoot your head" he said in his rough voice He must be kidding Is he gonna kill me His grip was so tight on me which was hurting badly what should I do now Genius mind"stay quite he can hurt you" Stupid heart"no don't listen to brain fight back he is trying to scare you but show him you are stronge Genius mind "don't listen to heart remember what happened last time when you listened to heart" Stupid heart "heeeyyy I m heart I can make mistakes as well sana fight back he is making you weak" Without listening to brain i said "Go a head I m not afraid of you jerk now let me go don't touch me with your dirty hands"I said loudly His grip went more tight i want to scream but I m not gonna weak again.... His eyes went blood red his push me towards wall my back hit the wall he came dangerously close to me I can feel his breath on my face no one ever came that close to me i m so scared i put my hands between us to maintain a distance He grap my hands and pinned up them on wall with his hand i close my eyes tightly Yes yes i m weak yes i m scared i can't hide my emotions from him anymore "Leave me"I almost whisper my eyes are still close my hands start shaking "I will teach you how to keep your big mouth shut"he whisper in my ear I can feel him smirking She is talkative He is serious She is broken but don't show He never show his emotions She live for others He live only for his self She don't trust anyone For he she is not his type

Bunch of short stories ... u 'll LOVE to explore .

ONCE A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY "It's time" The simple sentence could be interpreted in different ways. Time? The favorable and appropriate time to do something. To do what? Was the thing she was most scared of. No matter how hard she tried to form ignorance, she knew what that particular daunting sentence meant. Time to get married, not just any type of marriage, an arranged marriage. Every family has a tradition and the Garko family did too. Although traditions are different, theirs too was, a tad bit orthodox even. It was an arranged marriage and she was next.