"Me Usmaan ke ilawa kisi bhi mard ke bistar pr sone ka soch bhi nahi sakti" "Naam Nahi Lo Uska!" "Usmaan" Zaakir Khan. A messiah to many, a man of his word, a man strict on his tradition..but one tiny mistake he had done in the blind love of his baby sister. The 29 year old had raised his sister with great love. That he turned a blind eye to his morals just for a second. Little did he know he had been guilt bound for a lifetime now. Qirat Hussein. A bubbly, witty 19 year old girl. Raised by her single mother. She wishes no harm on anyone except a specific 29 year old who turned her world upside down in the name of revenge. She shall now make him regret his actions, his regret will be her revenge! Par shayad is baat se dono anjaan the ..ke is inteqam ki aag me jalne ke bajye do dill pighaljayenge ~KMH THIS BOOK IS SUBJECTED TO BE REMOVED SOON NEEDS EDITING! 1⭐️ Urdu 1⭐️ Khan 1⭐️ Pakistan 1⭐️ Paki 1⭐️ Shaadi 1⭐️ Ishq 1⭐️ Desi 1⭐️ Forced

Nadia Suleiman modibbo is who you can define as a beautiful, shy, loving and caring young lady with a painful past. What happens when she's thrown into a conditioned marriage with the arrogant Abdallah Ahmad who is a successful young CEO and also the only son to one of the most powerful politician in the country. 04/05/2014 is the day Nadia's life took an abrupt turn. what happens when she finds out that Abdallah might be related to her past? Secrets will be revealed, hidden truths will be unravelled, but will love still prevail? DERAILED By @zinat Abdulkadir ✍️📖 Highest rankings #1in Arewa #1 in Hausafulani. #1 in Abdallah. #2 in Nadia #3 in Deen. #3 in painful memories.

"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.

"One kiss won't hurt, right? Just one, I promise" He whispered holding my face. "It's wrong" I said. I knew I was just lying to myself. "I've waited so long for one kiss" He whispered his lips a breath away from mine. "When you left I thought I meant nothing to you. You can't do this to me now" I said feeling vulnerable. "I'll show you just how much you mean to me"

**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!

*Book 1.5 of YOURS series* Can be read as stand alone Zaan khan, 23 years old guy who doesn't believe in love and marriage due to his past. Due to turn of events he get married to his brother's bride. Maahi wasl, 18 year old girl who has one goal in her life that is to pursue her career. She belongs to conservative family where she carve for freedom. She is arranged to marry Zaan's brother Maan but ends up marrying Zaan. What will be the outcome of this unexpected wedding?

Shhh don't raise your voice at me dollface",he says and fists my hair pulling it tightly."your family ours is too much, your brother will substitute for Federico",. " That will never happen over my dead body,you bastard, you're out of you mind if you think I'll let that bat shit crazy mother of yours raise my brother",I say despite feeling my skull painful burn from him pulling my hair. "I don't like this smart mouth of yours,a woman should never speak unnecessarily and should agree with her husband but you are one disobedient little bitch",he says and pushes me to the ground. " I never asked to be your wife you forced me, I'm not the one the killed your brother,I was never there!",I yell as tears stream down my face,they can't take away my brothers I won't let them.

Second story in the 'Mafia' series "He's my son, Emma!" He shouted causing Isaac to sob louder. "Stop yelling you're upsetting him." I hissed rocking him. Nikolai stopped, but I could still tell he was angry. I kept rocking Isaac and humming the Italian lullaby I grew up on. "You and Isaac are staying here, because you're still my wife and he's still my child." Nikolai hissed and left the room. •*•*•*• One year ago, Emma escaped the mafia life. Only too find out she was pregnant with Nikolai's child. Her husband. The Russian mafia boss. One year ago Nikolai's sweet wife left without a word. And he's been searching for her since. Until he finally finds her, only to discover she's been hiding a son from him. She wants to leave so Isaac can grow up normal, he wants her to stay because he loves them both. She thinks he's gonna break her heart again. Nikolai will make sure she stays this time.

First story in the 'Mafia' series My hand lowered in horror. I had just hit him. I just fucking hit my "husband", the fucking mafia boss. He glared at me with a passion and I knew I was gonna die, wife or not. *•*•*•*• At the age of ten Emma Russo is chosen as the future wife for thirteen year old Nikolai Ivanov, the future Russian mafia leader, without each others say. So that the Italians and Russian's could unite. They've known each other their whole life but two years before Emma's eighteenth birthday they are forbidden to see each other for unknown reasons. But exactly one week after Emma's birthday they are to be wed. Nikolai is now cold and mean. Emma is still kind and stubborn. As soon as their wed, they immediately neglect each other but they have to stay married for both family's sake. This is, Mrs. And Mr. Mafia

Humsafar.