Book 2nd in First Generation Possessive Series.. DAVIS GREY POV :- The very first time I saw her at my business partner's office. It was her first day and She was sipping her coffee. Yummmm, I wanted to fuck her sweet little mouth. The second time I saw her i wanted my tongue to roamed all over her body. The third time I saw her with another man, I wished to fuck her pussy mercilessly that she will never imagine about another man. I desired myself to buried deeply in her clit. I always wanted to crush her whole body with my Bulge shaft. But The last time When i meet her, I saw some different kinds of emotions in her deep charcoal eyes. Fuck man, I always admired her but why the hell I am always thinking about her. Now, When I have seen her after two years of long time. Why my mind and heart is again occupied by her thoughts. She is nothing in front of the models who sleeps with me. Why? Why? Why? I don't have any answer and the question is why the fuck she never notice me? She never gave any attention to me And she is ignoring me like a disease. Sorry, SUNSHINE! But you can't ignore me forever because it's time to show this Indian Beauty that what kind of monster I am. You're Mine, baby. My Possession. And now I know about my feelings for you. A Story of a Monster's Madness, possessiveness and obsession.... "I want to break you into tiny pieces at the same time I also want to mend you", DAVISH GREY His love was Dark and Dominant but she was his SUNSHINE. He was passionate about her but She was afraid of him and his possessiveness.. #1 in Love and hate (22/12/2019 to 14/1/ 2020) #67 in India out of 19K stories (20/1/20) #55 in Abusive out of 6.3 k stories (25/1/20) #1 in Kajal Aggarwal (22nd/12/ 2019) #54 in Mature themes (29/1/20) ©️®️ @ShineeSunshine

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

© 2018 All Rights Reserved Yusrah's life takes a dramatic turn when her parents decide to get her married to Masoud Abdullah. That wasn't the life Yusrah wanted for herself. She wanted to go through college, get a nice job and finally settle with the man of her dreams but all hopes were shattered the moment her marriage was brought up. Being the only girl amongst three children, she decides to respect her parents decision to make them happy. She agrees to the marriage and decides she would give her all and learn to love Masoud. But what happens when Masoud doesn't try to make the relationship work? Join Yusrah in this thrilling tale of marriage and how quickly hate can turn into love. ~~~ I really wanna kiss you right now but I don't wanna spend 14 years in jail. Nice story dear. - muniralawal Aww this was such a lovely story. - rosascarlet55 So I finished the whole story in one day. That was hella quick and good to the point. Great job miss author. You worked well and I enjoyed reading. - rahmoAli0 I love this book like die. I thought it'll not be as interesting as I expected. More grease to your elbow. The book was like oh damn sweet. - teemaluv Wonderfully written. Creative ideas and wildest imagination ever written. - ayshab01 #wattysNG2020

Rabbi shrahli sadri. wayassirli amri. wahlul uqdatam millisani. yafqahu qawli. [surah Taha] It is said by our prophet (PBUH) that "if a women prays her *five (daily prayers) *fasts her month (Ramadan) *guards her chastity and *obeys her husband, it will be said to her enter paradise by whichever of the gates of paradise you wish" 'Do you have a boyfriend?', 'Did your fiance confessed his love towards you?', 'Did he propose you? Aww that is so cute', really? How often do we ask those questions and how easy it is for us to answer them as a 'yes'. But do we even realise that it is not lawful in the eyes of our Creator? Do we even realise that we are violating the rules of being a Muslim because Muslim literally means 'the one who submits to the will of God'. The story stresses on the particular topics which the present youth is going through. A girls journey from haram to halal who was trapped in haram things and a lesson for those who attach their hearts before marrying.

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder...real beauty lies within and not what's outside. Then why do all judge others base on their looks and shape? What is beauty exactly? Is it a good face, a flawless skin, white complexation, a perfect body, a good personality...? Being called names like fatso, Moti and ugly is a huge blow to one's self-esteem. I being an 85pound sixteen-year-old had been often mocked by classmates, shopkeepers and other people for being overweight. It used to hurt me a lot, but then eventually I started blocking all the negativity. I had always been an introvert, maybe because of all the negativity around me. But everything changed when he came in my life. It wasn't love at first sight in fact when he made his first move towards me, I used my defense mechanism and blocked him ignoring him. But he was persistence, he wanted to be my friend. Arham Hooda, our school's heart throb, captain of our school's football team, he is interested in befriending me? Yet I took the leap of faith... only to be broken. No one's words affected me as much this heartbreak did. 10years later, I came face to face with my past again. Arham Hooda stands in front of me. Just looking at him after so many years I felt an old spark ignite inside me.

Romance Ranking : #4 on 5/05/18 "I want her! " I told looking at my life who was busy playing with the kids. "But.. But you can't drag her into your life Arjun... She is innocent and can't handle our life style. " I glared at Surya and my eyes went back to my life like a moth attracted to fire. "She will learn to live eventually. " I told releasing the breath I was holding. "She don't love you Arjun...!" He tried to reason. "Then I will make her love me. I don't care about what she feels Surya, all I care is I want her. I want her in my life. I want her completely. " my finger slide the glass door tracing her features. She is driving me crazy! ___________________ Arjun Khaleja , know for his cruelty was an arrogant Mafia boss. He kills people without remorse and finds pleasure in taking lives. He's born to win, he never takes no as an answer. Siya Ramakrishna, journalist. A clumsy, cute beautiful girl. She finds pleasure in making others happy. Loves nature and accepts life wholeheartedly. She never gives no as an answer and tries her best not to hurt any life. What happens when these two poles meet? what happens when love blooms between them? Will Siya fall for Arjun or Arjun will end up ruining her life. ______________ *Contains strong language*

"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:)

"You should have told me before that you weren't interested in me" I yelled at my so called husband Samad. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. "Jawariyah please try to understand" Samad said but this time I won't. "From two years only I am trying to understand..... Only I am the one who's compromising... Why not you?" I questioned him. I know I was the one who was being harsh this time but that's enough. "Jawariyah.. You are not the only one who's compromising..." He yelled as his jaws clinched and he pulled me closer.. Closer to his body.. His chest... His heart.. *********************************** They both are married to each other but are totally diff: She's sweet, kind, beautiful, caring and afraid.. Afraid of anger afraid of loneliness... Scared of darkness... and most importantly she's weak! She can't stand up fo herself. He's arrogant, rude, angry, bitter, a psychopathic lover... He's all what she hated.. He's rich.. He's handsome.. If you're looking for sweet romance this is not it. Mistakes.. Misunderstandings.. Miseries.. All these three words would shatter their life.. Their love.

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

"What did you say?", he asked with quite surprise and amusement in his tone. "I love you aadi",i said feebly and weakly. "WHAT!!!",this time he nearly shouted..with a bit of anger in his voice . "I SAID I LOVE YOU AADI !! I.....LOVE...YOU(this time i shouted)!Did you here it properly now?", i said. Suddenly,he started lauging like a maniac..."Did u ever look at your face in the mirror....ohh i forgot! Is your family even able to afford a mirror?how did u even dare to confess to me...if possible dont ever show me ur tramp face again",he said! "Please...please just...!",i start to plead. "Leave...NOW!",he shouted and i was in tears! ------- It started raining,aadi pinned my hands above my head against the car. He had trapped me, his scent overwhelming my senses. I closed my eyes as he got closer and turned my head away. His lips connected with my jawbone instead, he made the most of it and trailed tiny butterfly kisses down my neck and collarbone. He smiled faintly at my gasp of reaction, he lowered the other one to my face and gently pulled my face to face him. He skillfully closed the gap between us devouring my lips and stealing all my ability to think. Without giving a second thought to what I was doing I arched my body into his and kissed him back.He let go of my trapped hands so his could go other places n i pulled him closer. "I love you my angel",he said in between the kiss...."what !" ,i asked!.."I SAID I LOVE YOU ANGEL",he replied. I pushed him with all my force..."Angel Please...just please",he said weakly......"Leave Aadi , NOW", i shouted and turned back..through the side window i could see he had tears in his eyes!! ********* #32 in general fiction on 10-11-15