"Green, don't die on me! I can't lose you too.ً" Hamsa Tahir is free-willed, she's bold, she's stubborn. And she's a Muslim. Her parents were killed in the English invasion of their country, and ever since, she lived her life vehemently hating non-Muslims and all they stood for. Sebastian Walsh is cynical, he's arrogant, he's hotheaded. And he's an English man! Not just any English man; he's the son of the invader of Hamsa's land. His mother died at the hands of Muslims when he was young and he grew up with extreme loath for every Muslim's guts. After an unfortunate incident forces them together, no two people could hate each other more than these two do. But what happens when they find themselves forced to trust and help each other in order to survive?

"Stay away from me...don't you dare touch me" I yelled at him He pulled me flushed against him and threaded his fingers in my untangled mess pulling it back mercilessly "You are my wife ...I have every right to touch you" with that he grabbed my hands and pinned them against the wall near my head. He started sucking and licking my neck peppering small wet kisses . Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. Meet Misti Singh a shy and introvert girl soon to be married to an engineer named Gaurav . Here enters Mr. Vikrant Singh Rathore a shrewd and clever businessman who is keen to get Misti at any cost. He blackmails her family and marries her forcefully. This is their Journey from hate to love.

Indulge in an intoxicating tale of sheltered beauty colliding with an uncompromising tycoon. My brother's cautionary words echoed in my ears, warning me to steer clear of Qais Sheheryaar-a man shrouded in darkness, cruelty, and an icy demeanor. He wasn't just a storm; he personified the haunting calm before it, exuding an aura of calculated danger. Yet, with my family's fate at stake, I am compelled to take a daring risk, even if it means stepping into the heart of the lion's den. Bound by the chains of propriety, societal expectations, and sensibility, I have never been one to follow the rules. That is precisely why Sitara Ali captivates me. A woman of elegance and grace, she unwittingly stumbles into my world through a single misstep. Our paths would never have intersected, but destiny has intervened. Now that she has fallen into my world, she will discover the depths of surrender. Brace yourself for a journey where passion clashes with power, and the boundaries of love are tested beyond measure.

After being stripped of his title as a God and turned into a demon in the presence of his brother, Yuri was banished to earth to live amongst the humans whom he hates. 200 years later, a young girl shows up at his doorstep holding both his life and death in her hands whilst not having any idea of the power in which she possesses. __________________________________________ An exiled God, seeking revenge on the Gods. A human girl, devoted to the Gods. And their "accidental" marriage. Put Adrian Vandermir of 'Fatal Alliances' and Vitaly Rostov of 'Damned' together, with a dash of unearthliness and what do you get? Excerpt. The scent of smoke tickled through my nostrils. I coughed and twisted, feeling cold and damp. My heavy eyelids peeled itself open tiredly. My heart stopped at the image before me. The snow haired man sat before me, observing me in my sleep, while smoking a pipe nonchalantly. A flush of blushed panic shocked through my body. "You creep!" I shrieked, threw a pillow at him, and missed in reflex. I was mortified. Did he really sit there watching me sleep while my clothing thinned upon my body due to the rain? What a perv. Unbothered, he exhaled a cloud of smoke. "What is a perv and why are you screaming?" I blinked. How did he...? "You are quite an ugly creature, I must admit." He continued. Did he just call me ugly? My eye twitched. The nerve of this guy. "Oh, says the one who's trying to observe and take advantage of the poor helplessly soaked sleeping lady on your sofa." He frowned in confusion, "I do not see any lady, only a filthy little rug rat perched with drool from her mouth staining my sofa." He stood and turned, "However, if it makes you feel any better, you do not have much for me to observe in order to 'take advantage' of." ...

**A Wattpad featured story** Bekhudi || بیخودی ❝ He gently dragged his hand around the delicate skin of my neck, slowly caressing it under his stifling touch. I felt his breath curling against me, as a wave of sultriness rode over me. As if sensing it, his soft touch become firm and his thumb pressed against my bottom lip. His eyes were still trained on mine, studying me with a burning intensity. He looked at me with a fervent gaze, as I felt his eyes darken with desire? ❞ _____________________________ Bekhudi follows the life of Shanzae Malik, a political heiress, as she manoeuvres through the clutches of a patriarchal, honour bound society. Her life takes a turn when her family suggests an unexpected proposal to save their withering political dynasty. Crisis strikes, and her only option is to choose between the love of her life and his brother. A tale of love, heartache, deception & ecstasy!

"You know that this is casual right? It doesn't have to mean anything." She spoke with her arms still around his neck, indicating unconsciously that she very much wanted to continue whatever they were doing. "You know there's nothing casual about our situation, we're married." "That doesn't mean anything." She shrugged. "Oh doesn't it? This label has affected us both and we can not pretend that it's not hanging over our heads like a sword." "What-" "Will you just shut up?" Dan pressed his lips to her. ° They were married. He basically used her. And she let him. There was nothing between them. He had countless affairs and she had countless affairs to take care of. So they drifted apart. But circumstances brought them together again after years. They had no choice but to face each other. Would his perspective change about her being a princess and dolling herself up twenty four seven? Would she see him as anyone other than an asshole and manwhore? Let's find out.

Why do you think I would be okay with the man who allegedly killed his former three wives? Or did he? --- Why do you think I would be okay with the girl who tried to ruin my plants? Or would I?

She was in love with words she'd never spoken, places she'd never explored, people she'd never met, and a world that didn't exist. Yet, she didn't believe the truth he vocalized like lies. He despised every syllable she uttered, every place she marked with her soft steps, the people she tainted with her pure voice, and the world she imagined. Yet, he didn't know the secrets she hid behind her mesmerizing eyes. ****** The purest of hearts have endured the most pain. The kindest of souls have been wounded the greatest. The biggest of smiles have quivered the hardest. The quietest of eyes have cried the heaviest of tears. || A Wattpad Featured Story as of May 17th, 2018 ||

Alam e Muhabbat - عالم محبت ✹ 𝗡ineteen-year-old Anabiya Khan is a lovely definition of purity. Sheltered all her life, she is hesitant to step out of her shell and has yet to unravel her limitations. However, despite her seemingly sealed fate, destiny maneuvers her controlled life to accidentally collide with the most brutal embodient of raw masculinity, completely changing her life as she knows it. For the 𝘁hirty-one-year-old Punjabi feudal lord Sardar Jalal Alam Shah, his pleasurably hedonistic life is destined to be upended by the flames of an intense newfound love. Yet, unbeknownst to Anabiya, he's willing to risk it all. Set in the rural areas of PAKISTAN, Ishq Zaat unfolds a social romantic tale of two strayed souls observing a divergent elemental life indulged in desperation, grief, and separation-but, above all, by the selflessness of their ISHQ! * * * The story عِشق ذات mentions materials such as profanities, obscene language, graphic violence, and other mature themes. FEUDAL ROMANCE POWERPLAYS | #1 Copyright ©2025 by Husna