Years ago, Inaya Mazhar disappeared the night her haveli burned and her bloodline was erased in a brutal political massacre. The world believed the daughter of the Mazhar family died alongside them. But Inaya survived. Raised under a false identity, she grows up surrounded by secrets, revenge, and the haunting memory of gunshots echoing through rain-soaked halls. She plans to ruin him. He becomes obsessed with uncovering who she really is. Neither knows they're falling in love while standing on opposite sides of a blood feud. ✧ political romance ✧ enemies to lovers ✧ dark desi aesthetics ✧ hidden identity ✧ revenge & betrayal "Some love stories begin with flowers. Ours began with a funeral."

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Born to a Muslim family, Jasmine is a very cheery, young lady. She has an aim and that is to get a good job to support her parents. However, life takes a turn. She ends up falling into the hands of a rapist, a person she respected so much. She's a victim of rape. She doesn't seem to have a place to go to. She's lost in a city that is unknown to her. Will she be lost forever? Will she ever be able to achieve her aim? Will she ever find happiness again? _________________________________________ This story is set in Modern India. {This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.}

A young woman saves a small child from certain death, only to later become the hostage of a billionaire obsessed with her. He is determined to possess her at any cost, regardless of the consequences or respect for her Muslim community, blatantly violating the customs and traditions that define her society. When she rejects and distances herself from him, he becomes fixated on destroying her, sabotaging her marriage, kidnapping her, and forcing her into marrying him. He even pretends to convert to Islam so that no one can object to his plan. A thrilling novel that bridges the gap between a liberated Western society and a conservative Muslim community. I hope you enjoy it.

Two individuals and two different paths but at the end the same destination. Sana is a young bubbly girl in her twenties. With no warning she finds herself between people she thought only existed in news and movies, terrorists. Sana can't comprehend how the deep blue eyed intimidating man even can call himself a Muslim when being a terrorist. How much knowledge may he have about Islam when he literally does not give a damn when terrorizing people? Islam can't teach what they're preaching. That's impossible. Then how come Sana learns a thing or two of the people she actually loathes? When secrets unwraps, her mind and thoughts end up in a more tangled mess, as does her life. Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved to Shona1993

Aaliyah Syed thought she had finally found love, until the man she trusted shattered everything-her marriage, her heart, and her future. Alone, humiliated, and carrying a secret that could change her life, she runs from the only home she's ever known. Nicolas Laurent is quiet, steady, and protective. A café owner in his family's hotel, he's used to keeping to himself-but a couple of months ago, his life was shaken in a way that still haunts him. When their paths cross, neither of them expects sparks... or the chance to heal. Can Aaliyah open her heart again, or has she already lost her chance at love? And can Nicolas heal from the pain that still lingers? [Rankings] #1 convert #1 Pakistani

Mira never believed in the whispers of ancient jinns-until she met one. Bound by duty, Zahran was more than just a shadow in the dark; he was a noble guardian, torn between honor and an unspoken truth. As their fates intertwine, Mira must uncover the secrets hidden beyond the veil of the unseen. But some secrets are never meant to be revealed...

Qurb-e-Naqaab (Closeness in Disguise) He is the nation's most captivating politician-silver-haired, scarred, and untouchable. She is a quiet librarian-bookish, dimples flashing, a woman who never expected her life to be rewritten overnight. A marriage born out of hurry places Nadia Ahmed in the orbit of Yahir Badar, a man adored by the public yet feared in silence. The closer she draws to him, the more she learns that his charm is a mask, his touch both protection and possession. In a world of power games, hidden enemies, and secrets buried deeper than graves, Nadia must decide whether love is her greatest refuge-or the sharpest trap of all. A tale of desire, deception, and dangerous closeness... where every glance burns, and every silence hides a secret.

viraj dobariya a well known businessesman , known for his kindness and calm behaviour but only for the outsiders,he is actually very toxic with their closest one he had some kind of mental illness ,,he likes to torture people , everything going well but one day he saw a girl jhanvi and he like her , jhanvi is also very innocent kind girl and she had a friend named raghav,both of them are college friends,,but things getting complicated when Raghav started liking viraj , and raghav didn't know about his toxic behaviour,( jhanvi x viraj x raghav ).. let's see how things end up..

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*