Set in the 1990s, this is a story of Pratham and Nitya, who begin their journey of love and discovery after getting tied into an arranged marriage with each other. ***** © All Rights Reserved

[All Rights Reserved] "I thought Muslims wear hijabs."I turned to look at him with an annoyed look. "Well you thought wrong."I told him as I turn back to where I was going, back on my feet. "And that's why Muslims like you push Other Muslims not to do things they want."I stopped and hold shirt tight with a fist. ---- Almas Yasmeen Khan. An Afghan Muslim who doesn't wear hijab and believes Allah is everything to her. She's devoted to Islam and she loves being who she is. Zack Ali Isa. An Arabian Muslim who's dedicated to his Islamic beliefs. He believes that Women covering their beauty describes closeness to Allah. When both meet, he doesn't know who she is? Thinking she's White, he doesn't say anything. When he finds out, will he take it seriously or forget it? Rated: #1 in Afghanistan 2/27/19 started: august 7, 2018 completed: february 9, 2019

A tale of love, war and Spirituality.

•||Book one in Royalty series ||• The Tales of Rakshatra #1 Zravasaya X Tanirika When one of the strongest kingdom on earth is abducted ruthlessly by the barbarian prince from the Romania, The other kingdoms make a decision of signing a treaty with the ruthless empire by offering their princesses as a bride for the greatest king of the Rakshatra. Born with the royal blood webbed in the clutches of slavery a fire ignited with another to write one of the most enchanting love sagas in history. "Marrying one of the princesses was a political arrangement but it became my possession when my eyes fell on you. " All rights reserved © Aditi_Singh

Vrishali was popularly known as the life of the party. She had a natural ability to make friends with anyone she met. Everyone adored her, and she had yet to find her perfect match amidst all the chaos of her college parties. However, she was not interested in dating anyone at the moment. She was content with being single and wanted to enjoy her college life to the fullest without any commitments holding her back. She always had this belief in the timeline in her mind. 'Meeting. . . Knowing. . . Dating. . . Live-in. . . Marriage. . .' Marriage has always been somewhere in the back of her head. She didn't believe in the concept of love at first sight or the prospect of marrying someone she hadn't lived with. She is fully committed to enjoying her college life to the fullest. However, when her grandparents invite her parents to spend the summer holidays with them in India, she reluctantly agrees to go along. To her delight, she discovers that she will have the opportunity to meet one of the country's royal families during her trip. But that's not all stored for her. When things take a 360°, she couldn't do anything except listen. Until it crashed all her beliefs in one go, they said love doesn't need to come first, then marriage. It can be the other way: first comes marriage, then comes love, filling you like slow happiness in a desert of sadness. "We meet for a reason― to fill the empty parts, to make it a little over the top, to try the filmy drama in a drama called life."

Every year a student is chosen to get a scholarship to graduate at the official Werewolf Committee. No one gets to meet or even see the high society wolves unless they are lucky enough to be born into a family of wealth, or to be chosen as a scholarship graduate. Elina Weitzel is the year's chosen scholarship graduate and she is the person who was least expected to be chosen. However even if she doesn't know it, she has the qualities the Werewolf Committee were looking for: Confidence, Academic, Athletic, Ambitious, and Compassionate. Little does she know, one of the powerful Alphas turns out to be her mate. [Highest Ranking; #1 Werewolf #1 Teen fiction] [Currently in featured section]

️"I don't want this!!! " I said. "What?!!" He asked somewhat shocked. "I mean...I don't want this Marriage!!! " I said. "And why don't you want this marriage?" he asked calmly. I remained silent not knowing how to answer him. Suddenly he shouted -- "Then why the hell did you waste my precious time!!" He glared at me. "Why did I even come to meet this stupid girl?!!!" he muttered slowly. But I heard that which made me boil in anger. "You are saying as if I'm dying to meet you!!! Do you think you are the only one whose time is wasted?" With that I started leaving the garden furiously but suddenly I was pulled into a hard chest. I slowly looked up to see two brown orbs staring at me!!! "How dare you talk to me like that? Do you even know who I am?!" *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* Meet Krithika Sen....A Junior Doctor, who is a Young, beautiful and Responsible woman who prioritize her family first.She has great ambitions and She strives hard to achieve them 'UNTIL'.... Meet Hruday Aurora....A Successful Well Reputed Young Doctor, who is a little bit (?) Egoistic, Somewhat Arrogant..who don't give importance to anything other than his work UNTIL... UNTIL WHAT?!!! To know that... Read the story right now... ;) *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* Hey guys!!!!❤❤❤ This is our first story. So don't mind our mistakes. Hope you enjoy our story🤗 #1 in Doctors⚕ #1 in Wattpadindia #1 in yourstoryindia #1 in indian💖 #5 in Romance on 15/5/18. #1 in Romedy hot list. #2 in Possessive

{ 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*

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)