Set in the culturally rich and traditional backdrop of Pakistan, Hania Zafar Ali and Zafar Sherkhan Ali were more than just cousins-they were destined for each other. Born into the same sprawling household, they grew up together, sharing not just rooms and memories, but the unspoken knowledge that one day, they would be husband and wife. In a family where marriages often intertwine relatives to preserve ties and legacies, Hania and Zafar's union was decided at their births. Hania, the youngest and most cherished daughter, is gentle and shy, shielded by her overprotective elder brother Kaif. Zafar, on the other hand, is fiery, headstrong, and possessive-traits that both attract and intimidate Hania. But their seemingly perfect match is tested when their marriage transitions from familial obligation to a deeply personal relationship. Zafar's fiery ego-his anaa-clashes with Hania's quiet devotion, especially when family interference threatens their bond. "Anaa" is a poignant tale of love nurtured over years, challenged by pride and family dynamics, and tested by personal insecurities. Can two people, bound by tradition and destiny, overcome the weight of their own egos to forge a love that is truly theirs?

"What happened to you?" I asked and she looked away from me. "No... nothing" she stuttered I can tell she was crying. "You were crying?" I asked more like stated and she shook her head. "Isha... if you're upset because of what you saw in the morning then you sho.. shouldn't be" I said in the end stuttering. "I shouldn't be?" She asked innocently. And now her eyes filled up with tears. "She is my wife isha" I reasoned and she gives me sad smiled. "So am I" she whispered and tear escaped her eyes and turned to other side making me froze on my place. In those 2 years, this is the first time Isha said that she is my wife. Even I never acknowledge her as my wife. We hide this from everyone. We never behaved nor we asked each other that we are husband and wife and we want rights. So hearing Isha mentioning her as my wife makes me feel something in my heart which I never felt for her before. It makes me feel that I'm standing here with my 2nd secret wife. ******** "Mai bhale hi sirf tumhara nahi hun, par tum sirf meri ho. SIRF. MERI. Mrs Isha Arshad malik (i may not only yours. But you are mine. Only mine. Mrs Isha Arshad malik)" ******** Isha Abdullah. a beautiful 17-year-old girl. She lives in a small village. A village where girl treated like trash. She lost her mother when she born. Her father married another woman cause he wanted to give his daughter the love of a mother. But her fate gave her witch disguise by mother. She lost her father at the age of 12 and after that, her stepmother makes her life hell. Arshad Malik. A handsome kind 25 years old man. Happily Married man. He loves his wife. He married his college sweetheart when he was 23. He lived in Dubai with his wife cause of his business. They both came to their home town for some business but that led Arshad to married Isha. So how they got married and how they will hide their marriage from the world.

#1 in spiritual "You are mine!" He claimed, gazing at her deep hazel eyes intensely. "No, I was never yours."She countered, as a lone tear fell from her eyes. "You were and you are. I will not let you get married to anyone else and there will be only my name in your henna!" Daniyal smiled gandering at her delicate hands, which were soon going to be covered with henna, but with his name? "Aren't you happy that I am finally leaving your house! Please Daniyal! You know how much it took me to be okay after you broke our friendship! Then you came back again as if nothing happened?" Kinza Malak burst into tears. Her bottled up emotions exploded like a volcano abruptly! "I am sorry Kinza. I was a jerk back then; I spoilt everything. Please let me fulfil the promise, my dad made to your abbu," with that he walked away, hiding hurt and love in his emotionless eyes, leaving a shocking Kinza behind.

"The Caregiver and the Mob Boss" ❦ Avelina makes her money by taking care of those who can't take care of themselves. When she is handed a case about a man who had needed a personal caregiver, she accepts. One thing Avelina never anticipated was the dangerous lifestyle he lived. Not only that, but she didn't expect for him to be so incredibly good-looking. Adrik Zolotov, the Russian mobster that everyone called "Mad Hatter". His insanity and crave for blood left him the most feared man of all. All he wanted was power and those around him to fear him. For a man recently diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, everyone believed him to be emotionally incapable of ever loving anyone. . . Imagine their surprise when he meets Avelina. ❦ "Mr. Zolotov, I have to make sure you bathe before I leave. It's apart of my jobs protocol," she said softly. The truth was that he made her feel nervous. There was so much coldness and evil in his eyes, it left a chill to run down her spine. "Fine," he stated before walking over to his bathtub. Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled off his shirt causing her to lick her lips and quickly look away. She could hear the sound of more clothes falling onto the ground until the sound of water running littered her eardrums. "You assist when asked, isn't that right?" He asked. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see that he had already gotten into the shower. "Yes," Avelina answered. "Bathe me." ❦ Dangerously far from cliché

[Leaving Nov 11th] "No, no. I want you to crawl. Hands and knees, Ms. Nielson." . . . Aubrey Nielson gets more than she bargained for when she accepts a position as a tutor for the three children of a wealthy, British businessman. Augustine Montgomery has become closed off after the death of his wife and has grown distant from his children. While attempting to mend the family's relationships, Aubrey finds herself falling into a much more provocative position with the widower. Cover designed by Regina Dionela © 2021 E.M. Wilson, All Rights Reserved

Phoebe grey, Daughter of Christian grey finds herself introduced into a world/lifestyle that she never knew existed. One that her father was a part of long before she was born. Now she must do everything she can to hide that side of her from her father and brother. Parker, the man who Phoebe met at only 16 is the one introducing the now 18-year-old Phoebe into this other lifestyle. Highest ranking #1 - fifityshadesofgrey (out of 926 stories) : sept 12, 2020 #2 - christiangrey (out of 721 stories) :sept 12, 2020 I am currently writing a second draft to this story. I will not post that until in is complete. I want to take my at making the story better.

Sometimes all the parched valley of heart needs is a drop of Petrichor. Noor Fatimah hasn't had it easy but still she faces every obstacle in her life with a smile on her face and a firm faith in her heart. When circumstances shake the very base of her being , she comes across the worst nightmare of her life. But in all this her feet stumble upon a confusion she can't seem to understand. A confusion named Rayyan Ahmed Khan. He's cynical. He's a bad news. And he questions everything she's always believed in. Two very different people from two very different worlds cross paths. One is determined to get out of the dark shadows looming over her while the other cherish the darkness he's living from within. Can she be the drop of petrichor he needs? Or will he be the storm she's hell bent on avoiding. And will love have a role to play here? Highest Rank: 2 in Spiritual Winner of The Fiction Awards 2019

Henley agrees to pretend to date millionaire Bennett Calloway for a fee, falling in love as she wonders - how is he involved in her brother's false conviction? ****** Henley Linden's brother is in jail for a crime he didn't commit, and she'll take any job to raise the money needed to free him. Soon, she's agreed to pretend to date millionaire Bennett Calloway for ten thousand dollars, so his mother will ease up the pressure on him to find a wife. But once Henley is enmeshed in Bennett's world, he falls for her, and she starts to have feelings for him as well. Despite her romance with Bennett, as she grows closer to the Calloways, Henley realizes they are somehow involved in her brother's conviction. Journeying deeper into a world of wealth and conspiracies, Henley is forced to rely on Bennett, though doing so could cost her everything. [[word count: 200,000-250,000 words]]

Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series. Warning: Mature Audiences Only!! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation #1 in Fiction on 1/10/23 #2 in Romance on 12/29/20 Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series. *** Summary: "I hope you remember me. I hope you see something that reminds you of me. And I hope you smile and remember the memories we created together. And I hope your throat tightens up, and it finally hits you..." I felt a tear burning down my cheek "You never should have let me go." I slammed the phone down, my breathing was heavy, like someone was standing on my chest. I glanced outside, and stared at the rain that fell in sync with my tears. Come back to me, Sinister. *** Sinister Velkov was the leader of the Russian Mafia, after falling in love with a beautiful girl named Calla, he couldn't keep himself away. They fell in love, and got married. He thought he could protect her from the dangerous life of being a mob bosses wife. But he was wrong, no one is safe from the drugs, guns and death of organized crime. So he sent her away, hoping to keep her safe, promising to never see her again... Loving someone is a sacrifice, you give them the power to destroy you, and that's exactly what they do. Sinister Velkov was the Devil himself, but everyone knows...the Devil was once an angel. COMPLETED

"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