As if being kidnapped from a poverty-stricken town in the Middle East was not horrifying enough, Hayat Ishfaq, a 21 year-old American Muslim, is forced to watch the slow beheadings of her own students. But, those are the least of her worries. ~A Wattpad Featured Story~

Put the wedding of the year, a surly army major and an upcoming election into a blender, what do you get? Chaos. Ultimate and utter, CHAOS. =========================================== Highest rankings: No 1: Pakistani 🥰 No 1: Representation No 1: High Society No 1: South Asia No 2: Pak 🇵🇰 No 4: Contemporary

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

⭐ FEATURED ON OFFICIAL WATTPAD PROFILES ⭐ It is said, "Everything is fair in love and war", but falling in love amidst animosity is exotic, painful but indeed selfless. ❤❤❤ Love is an emotion just like hate. This is a journey of turmoil between love and hate, a turmoil between ethics and responsibilities! Aparajita Singh Rathore, the Queen of Vijaygarh falls in love with Veerbhadra Singh Rajput, the Prince of Shivgarh but little did she know that he is playing with her emotions, her innocence and her soul. This is the journey of true love, betrayal and redemption! ❤❤❤ Anyone can fall in love with a perfect individual indeed. However, true love is not about loving the perfections, it is about accepting the imperfections and realizing the worth of innocence. Betrayal is never acceptable unless and until redemption is achieved! ❤❤❤ Let us begin the journey of Aparajita and Veerbhadra to find out how would the virtuous queen react to the betrayal. Let us see if Veerbhadra will realize his mistake and tread upon the path of redemption. Both the kingdoms have animosity towards each other since ages. Let's see what will happen to the future of these kingdoms! ❤❤❤ ⭐Featured in the reading list, 'KINGS, COURTSHIPS AND EMPIRES', of the Official @HistoricalFiction profile of Wattpad on 9th March, 2021⭐ ⭐Featured in the reading list, 'ANCIENT LOVE', of the Official @WattpadHistoricalRomance profile on 25th March, 2021⭐ Love you all 💜 Disclaimer: All the pictures used in the story belong to rightful owners and I have taken them from Google or Pinterest.

"Who did you say she is?" Osman demanded from the man. The prisoner was shaking and pleading for his life but did not say anything as he got aware of the terrible blunder he had made. "Answer me or I will end your miserable life right here right now" waves of anger was visible in Osman's eyes. He raised his sword intending to cut the man's throat. "Stop" Arta shouted. Osman slightly turned his head to Arta's direction while his sword was still high above his head ready to strike. Arta's heart was beating so fast, she was frightened but at the same time, she couldn't see this monster kill one of her people and do nothing. "I am Shahzadeh Arta. The only daughter of King Darian." Arta confessed. Her voice was louder than normal and a bit shaky. Osman chuckled coldly. A devilish smile appeared on his face. In the blink of an eye, he cut the man's throat. Everyone was silent only a faint hysteric cry of a woman from the cage could be heard. Arta's body was numb. She was just gazing at the man's lifeless body with teary eyes. Osman turned back and after cleaning the blood on his sword with the prisoner's clothes he lowered his head and whispered into Arta's ear, "you are just a slave now".