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*

"You fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected times." ▪▪ He stroke my arm with his hand and carefully followed his own action with his eyes. "What are you doing?" I asked, pushing his hand away. He raised his both hands in the air as defense and tucked them away in his jeans pockets afterwards. "I have a question before you leave." He smirked. He was going to ask me something stupid, I could feel it. I crossed my arms and waited for his question. "You can take your headscarf off as soon as we're married, right? I mean, we are married then." He said taking another step forward. He suddenly grabbed me by my waist, pulling me towards him. He stared into my eyes holding me with a huge strength I could never compete with. It was at that moment I could smell a faint smell of alcohol on his breath. He was drunk. ▪▪ Meet Aliah Samuni; a simple, religious and down to earth 23 year old girl, who lost her parents 5 years ago. Meet Harris Cooper; cocky, rude, rich, has a different girl every week and isn't friendly towards his staff. When Aliah Samuni is being hired as a receptionist at the biggest fashion company in New York City, she meets Harris Cooper. THE Harris Cooper, the most famous and rich business man in town. Little does she know, that the guy she insults and loathes the first day at work, is the CEO of the company. Her boss. Can she change his life? Can she make him fall in love again after a horrible past? ▪▪ Read #TCUL for a spiritual adventure with mystery, drama and occasionally some intense romance. Highest ranking: #1 (Multiple times)

Sometimes you just might have to die to live again. ***** When art historian Reine Baldwin meets Gabe Moran, a charming journalist, she has no idea their blossoming love will shatter her comfortable life. But a series of clues lead Reine to discover that she's not alone in knowing that she was born centuries ago and-worse yet-there are many things she apparently doesn't even remember. Reine has to face a forgotten past and a forgotten ex-husband (the handsome billionaire Max Baldovini), who-like her-is immortal and cannot truly die. Should she trade her ordinary life with Gabe for the love of Max, a man who's worshipped her for half a millennium? The choice should be easy, until Reine starts to remember things that Max is desperate to make her forget. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Eman has always been invisible. A plain lookig girl overshadowed by her beautiful sisters. A burden to her impoverished family. When a mysterious prince from a haunting castle offers a dowry for a bride, her parents seize their chance to be rid of her. But the groom is no ordinary man. Rumors say he is half-beast, half-djinn, his face hidden behind a mask of polished steel. His castle is a placeof darkness, its halls thick with sorrow, its gardens blooming with blood-red roses that cut like secrets. Can she survive this marriage?

𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖜𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖜🖤 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖑😍 𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘 𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖞𝖊𝖙 𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖆 𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙? ------- In the heart of Butterfly Valley, Turkey, Halima Nur's world shattered - not once, but again and again. First, she lost her husband. Then, her unborn child. And before she could even grieve, she was accused of an illicit relationship with her late husband's younger brother. Slandered. Shunned. Banished from her village. And then, forced into a marriage she never wanted. Now bound to Emir, a man she despises from the depths of her heart, Halima clings to the only hope she has left: divorce. They both agreed. This was just a formality. A way to end the disgrace. But feelings don't follow logic... and hearts rarely ask for permission. Somewhere between silence and survival, Emir's heart changed. He fell for the woman who had nothing left to give him... except her hate. Will Emir ever win Halima's heart? Can love grow in a marriage born from slander and sorrow? Or will this nikah be just another chapter in Halima's unending tragedy?

Miguel loved it when more than 60,000 people in the football stands scream his name with pride. The most successful footballer of his time, he is a legend even by the age of 29. Arrogant, Selfish, Narcissist, Rude and Uncouth, he is the favourite of papparazzis and a terrible reality as far as football critics are concerned. At the peak of his career, he enters the world of Italian Football with a record fee. His life was never the same again. Alexander Almaraz, the name that brings the continent to its knees, is the most powerful Mafia Lord there is. The cold-blooded man is known for his callous and violent nature. He also owns a football club in which he was least interested in but still keeps it because it was family owned. That is until he sees Miguel Endrizzi play football for his club.

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(Undergoing editing) *WILL CONTAIN M-PREG, SMUT, SWEARING* (Book 2 in the Mafia Series.) "Raymundo Vega meet your new wife, Derek Giordano." He wheeled around in his chair and stared up at me, hate flaring in his eyes. I wanted nothing but to leap over the table and strangle him with his intestines. "Two words." He held up his fingers in distaste and I glared at him. "Hell. No." That was it. Case closed.

She doesn't have a name. Not because she doesn't deserve one, but because he never asked. Not aloud. She came to every performance. She never spoke. Never screamed. Never reached for him like the others did. But she watched. Eyes like moonlight, hands folded at her chest. Still. Reverent. Vessel noticed her the first time because she didn't try to touch him. He noticed her the second time because her lips moved with the words, like a prayer. By the third show, he was looking for her before the first note.