𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓵𝔂 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓼 "𝓙𝓪𝓪𝓷-𝓮-𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓯" 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓯: 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓙𝓪𝓪𝓷, 𝔂𝓮𝓱 𝓻𝓪𝓶𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝓴 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓾𝓶 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓴𝓸𝓲 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓴 𝓱𝓮 𝓝𝓪𝓱𝓲 𝓱𝓪𝓲, *𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻* 𝓩𝓪𝓻𝓪: 𝓫𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓳𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽? *𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭* 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓶 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓷 , 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓴𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮, 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓱𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓯, 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭

These will be a series of standalone MSM one-shots that follow no particular order and are set at different points of time, both within the timescale of the drama and in an alternative universe. Just my way of imagining what might have been.

In my version of TalRosh, Aayat goes to London to do her civil engineering after Talha breaks her heart brutally at the beach which is their last interaction btw. But after a year, Ayat returns and story goes from there! THERE IS ANGST, A HAPPY WEDDING THEY DESERVED AND A LITTLE DATING PHASE BEFORE AS WELL AND WELL MORE ANGST 😭 ALSO AHAD IF U ARE PEAKING BY ANY CHANCE.. PICK THE "AYAT SULEMAN" and "SHAADI MUBARAK MRS.TALHA"!! NOTHING ELSE!! (Just a public service message lol just in case he actually peaks 😭)

What exactly goes down right after Talha and Roshi end up being intertwined forever? [ I have written the descriptions in English and the dialogue the local language... this is literally my first attempt at fanfiction so 👀💀] This beautiful story cover is done by @buutter_chicken on twitter. 💕

The love and freedom they both deprived of. A love story that never got written the way it could've. Miran Hamidi was twelve when his father sent him away. He was too angry to settle down and too stubborn to live under the same roof. . Aayat grew up in the same house, but they never really knew each other. He was the absent cousin who never looked her way. Their paths only crossed during Eid greetings and polite nods. They didn't have a connection. There was no warmth or hatred, just a distant respect rooted in tradition. Five years after his return, the silence changed. It started small-a cold glance, a sharp word, misunderstood gestures. What had been indifference slowly turned into tension and discomfort. ____________________ Aayat - "Miran bhai... main-main ne sirf ek class bunk ki thi." Miran : "Tumne sirf ek class bunk ki thi... aur izzat ka kafan bhi utar diya saath mein?" _____________________ Miran: "Scene mukammal hai. Ab agar koi taali baja de toh drama bhi khatam ho. Aayat : "Sir dard ho raha tha. Woh bas-" Miran:"Sir ya jism ka? Saaf bata do, aaj toh tum dono tayyar dikh rahe ho." ______________________ But love doesn't come from names on a nikahnama. And hatred doesn't need to be loud to exist. A story of missed timings, a woman who craved dignity and patriarchal man who only controls. This isn't a love story. It's the slow unraveling of two strangers forced into closeness, under the same roof, under the same name.

In Noorghar, love is a crime and Nawab Talha rules with an iron fist. When Ayat Sulaimam tries to escape a forced marriage, he catches her and claims her as his own. Now bound to the man who once destroyed her heart, can she ever find freedom-or love-in his grasp?

What will happen when a girl who is totally spoiled....living her life in fun way will cross paths with a strict handsome professor who will bring her on line There will be fun,romance,fight etc etc....

"Do you have any idea how close fear smells to arousal?" He asked, his words making my breath hitch. "They both make your blood race in your veins and thicken your scent. It's making my mouth water little one." He spoke softly. Tears filled my eyes as horrible thoughts began to occur to me and I deeply regretted ever leaving that room. "Fret not my darling, I'm not going to take you tonight even though I so desperately want to. I won't force myself on you." He promised, but seeing as he had made another promise tonight that he had already broken, I had little faith in him. "Now hurry on up back to my room little mate. If I catch you out of bed again tonight, I won't let you go so easily." He said, pulling one more deep inhale before releasing me, stepping back. I could feel his eyes on me as I ran down the hall and then up the stairs, feeling hunted even though he wasn't giving chase. Credit for the amazing cover goes to @STESLARA

This is the sequel to my previous book I Love You, I Am Sorry. You might want to check that one out first, as the story and timeline are quite different from the show. In that version, Talha and Roshi dated before getting married, had the beautiful wedding they truly deserved, and so much more. This story picks up right where that one left off!

Small snippets from the lives of the Ahmed and Sulayman families, showcasing the many languages of love, and the joys, trials and struggles of maintaining the belief in the power of love.