"You didn't eat again," he said quietly. She didn't turn. Didn't even flinch. "Maira," he spoke again, softer this time, taking a step closer. "I brought dinner. Atleast have a few bites." Her voice came out barely above a whisper, low, trembling. "Why? So I can stay strong enough to keep pretending?" The words hit him hard, knocking the breath out of him. "You're not pretending," Hadi said quickly, defensively, though he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince, himself or her. She turned slowly, eyes red and hollow. "Aren't I?" she asked, voice trembling. "I sleep in this room like a stranger. Even though I'm your wife. I exist in your world, Hadi... but can I ever exist in your heart?" "Maira," he began, this was the first time she had openly claimed her title as his wife and he didn't know how to respond, but he said with his tone heavy, "you know everything. I... I married you because I..." "...felt guilty," she finished for him, her voice sharp, cutting through the air. "You hit me with your car. My life shattered. And you had to save me to get rid of your guilt." He froze. Words deserted him. Her eyes dropped to the floor, tears gathering along her lashes. "At least Lubna has your love. Your son has your name. Me? What do I have?" --- 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐥𝐢. 24. No identity beyond that. No one to call hers. No place she could truly belong. Except in one nikahnama... where her name sat beside his. 𝐋𝐮𝐛𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 28. A talented interior designer. Graceful, and passionate about her work. Hadi's first love, and the woman the world recognizes as his wife. 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 30. Successful. Respected. A loving husband. A devoted father. A man who did the right thing, even when his heart wasn't in it, and married a woman out of guilt... not love.

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and selflessly. However, she was unaware that her kindness had drawn the wrong kind of attention until Shariq Raichand kidnaps her, shattering her world. Lost in despair, Shivanya nearly gives up hope-until her boss, Vihaan Rajput, steps in as her unexpected savior, pulling her from the clutches of a traumatic future. But when Vihaan returns her to her family, she discovers a chaotic mess waiting for her at home. In a surprising move, Vihaan offers to marry her to protect her honor. But will this marriage be born out of pity, or could it blossom into something more - something real? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

❝Jab koi salam kare, toh uska jawab dete hain,❞ he said with a voice that sent a shiver down her spine. "Ji," she barely managed to whisper before yanking her hand back and running to the kitchen. ⁕⁕⁕ Pari had always dreamed of a fairy tale love story... But on her wedding night, those dreams shattered: "Don't expect anything from this marriage," her husband said in an emotionless tone. "Yeh sirf meri family ke liye ek formality hai. Bas. Aur kuch nahi.". She stared at him, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. A few days later, while cleaning the attic, she found a diary... his diary. A woman's name written over and over again. It didn't take much to piece the truth together... his heart was never hers to begin with. Still, no matter how much his indifference hurt, she couldn't stop herself from falling for him. And just when she thought things couldn't get more complicated, life threw her the ultimate twist... At university, she came face to face with her cold, distant husband once again... this time, as his STUDENT. And that was only the beginning... Start Date: Late December 2024 Finish Date: 26th April 2025 English translations for Urdu dialogues (which mostly start appearing after Pari's Niqah) are available. All rights reserved

She always felt like an outsider in this house. It was like she was a guest who had stayed too long. Her cousin's cold stares, Chachi's sharp words, and the hidden insults reminded her daily that she wasn't welcome. She was quiet, gentle, and really close to her faith, but being so reserved made her an easy target. Even though she seemed soft, there was a strength inside her that no one could see. Her brown eyes showed a mix of hope and sadness, and her love for Feras was something she kept hidden, even though she wasn't sure he could ever feel the same. Feras was different. He didn't talk much and had a strong sense of right and wrong. Tall with piercing eyes, he had this calm but serious presence. He didn't show much emotion, keeping everything locked inside, yet he somehow looked out for Anam. He wasn't mean, but he wasn't warm either. He was a mystery she couldn't figure out. But fate had its own plans. The lies buried deep in their family were going to come to light, and Anam would find herself at the center of it all. It would force Feras to make a choice: save her... or destroy her. Start date: 19 November 2024 Finish date: 18 December 2024 This is my first ever book. Please ignore all the grammar mistakes as English isn't my first language, and give this story a try. I promise it's worth your time, and who knows? You might even enjoy it more than you expect! 😉

I threw pillow after pillow hoping that it would magically knock my kidnapper out. "Let - me - go!" I threw a pillow after every word I said. My kidnapper pointed his finger at me,"Stop throwing pillows at me!" Oh he thinks I'm gonna stop because he told me to oh he's got something coming. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My name is Bailey Dixon and this is my story about how I got Kidnapped by the Mafia King. ** When the book is finished I will go over and edit it**