𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢? He questioned tears brimming out of his eyes. 𝐉𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 ?! She replied with great agony controlling her heart. - ★ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐥 𝐀𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐝 ! Strong yet delicate flower. A girl who is burdened with a cursed past and haunted by the dreadful thoughts of her parents death. Her heart ached, yearning and searching for someone desperately. Despite her disinterest in marriage fate intertwined her life with a man who is totally contrast to her. - ☆ 𝐀𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧 ! Not like any guy who grows up and be the heir of their father's business. He was different,he wanted to be a painter, a great one. He wasn't allowed to, but marriage was a deal that opened the doors for him to complete his dream. - ❀✿ They say opposite attract let's see if it's gonna work in the case of Arsalaan and minahil. Will they be able to tolerate each other ? Will they try to make things work out? 𝐓𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 !!

"If you could ask the Devil a question, what would it be?" - - - ••• Alexander Romano ••• Handsome. Charming. Deranged. Psychotic. Obsessive. Controlling. Sinister. Cold. Those are the only few words that can be used to describe such a person, if one can even call him that. He gets what he wants, when he wants it. He has everyone wrapped around his fingers, like they're his personal puppets. ••• Laila Khan ••• Beautiful. Graceful. Shy. Kind. Compassionate. Affectionate. Spiritual. Warm. Everything she does moves everyone around her in awe. Her heart is made of pure gold, there is no denying that. She never asks anyone for anything that would cause inconvenience. She's the first person to sacrifice her own needs for other's happiness. - - - Alexander's next target, his next want, his next plaything is Laila Khan. The second he laid eyes on her untouched, innocent frame, he knew he wanted her. He wants her in his own sick, twisted way. He wants to break her, crushing her soul until she can't identify as anyone except his woman. He'll do anything possible to have her, he'll use every and any method to shatter her. She'll be his, only his. Note: - Everyone (including people of different religions and cultures) are welcome to read this! - I don't want any haram police attacking me bc this is NOT a spiritual-focus story.

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Sahara Akbar is a happy-go-lucky, naïve 19 year old Muslim girl, raised with high morals and ethics. She tries her best every single day to practice her religion as well as she can in order to reach the highest form of her spiritual life. But there are times she gets sidetracked, like when she gets late for Nama'az because she spends too much time watching Netflix or when she sees a random cute guy on the streets and falls in "love". Hey, I said she tries, I didn't say she was perfect. Damian Visiliev is a tatted up ruthless, arrogant, cold-hearted billionaire, who could care less about religion. All he cares about is W.W.S: Wealth. Women. Sex. Settling down and getting married is something that doesn't exist in his life. Period. In fact, he despises the idea of spending a lifetime with one person because he doesn't believe in the idea of loving one person for the rest of one's life. But what happens when you throw two polar opposites into each other's world? In fact, how does a Muslim girl, who's trying hard to be a good Muslim and a Russian businessman, who doesn't give a damn about anything even end up intertwined in each other's worlds? Will there be forbidden desire that stirs between them? Well, I guess you're about to find out. Join the journey full of romance, drama, heartbreaks, and mysteries. **YOU DONT HAVE TO BE A MUSLIM TO READ THIS** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"I hope you realize you made the worst f**king decision of your life." She could feel his cold icy blue eyes piercing through her soul. "I didn't ask for this..." tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her lips quivering in fear. His grip on both her wrists become tighter as he slams them hard against the wall, trapping her petite body in-between the wall and his body, "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone my heart, do you understand?" She winces from the pain from her wrists. He slams her arms against the wall again. He leans in close enough to the point where their lips are only inches apart, "I said, do you f**king understand, foolish girl?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw in an impatient manner. She nods in hopes that he'll let go. And just like that, he lets go of her as she falls to the floor in utter defeat. What have I done... she asks herself. **Full Summary Inside** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!