Nikkah Stories

BOOK 1 RAYYAN MALIK: In the glittering world of business empires, where power and wealth often define respect, stands Rayyan Malik-a man of silence, precision, and unshakable discipline. At just twenty-eight, he is counted among the top businessmen of India. Known for his serious demeanor and sharp intellect, Rayyan is a man who has never been distracted by charm, beauty, or fleeting desires. To the outside world, he appears cold and distant, but in the quiet corners of his heart lives a secret-one that has been there since childhood. Hidden in his every prayer and in the depths of his unspoken wishes lies a single name: Aayat Malik. AAYAT MALIK: At twenty-two, she is the embodiment of warmth and innocence-bubbly, carefree, and unburdened by the weight of the world. She grew up under Rayyan's watchful eyes, completely unaware that she was the center of his silent devotion. Unlike him, she is not ambitious or extraordinary in academics; she is simple, often struggling through studies, yet her charm lies in her purity. Her mornings begin with prayer, her recitation of the Qur'an, and then a return to her beloved world of dreams. Fate, in its mysterious way, answers Rayyan's lifelong prayers when Aayat becomes his bride. But what begins as the fulfillment of his silent longing soon turns into a test of trust and faith. Rayyan's love, once sacred and unwavering, becomes clouded with doubt. His mistrust pushes him into decisions that will shatter Aayat's world. Surrounded by accusations, abandoned even by her family, Aayat finds herself standing alone, her tears unheard and her innocence questioned. Yet, what no one expects is the storm that brews within her heart-the strength she discovers in her solitude. Aayat's journey, from being misunderstood to redefining her place in the world, will leave everyone astonished. And in this clash of love, betrayal, and resilience, both Rayyan and Aayat will face the true meaning of faith, loyalty, and destiny.

𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹-𝗲-𝗠𝗮𝗵𝘁𝗮𝗮𝗯~ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻. 𝗛𝗮𝘀𝗿𝗮𝘁-𝗲-𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗾 (𝗭𝗮𝗶𝗺~𝗠𝗮𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗵) ~completed 𝗙𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁-𝗲-𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗾 (𝗠𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘇𝗮~𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗻) ~completed 𝗚𝗵𝗮𝗺-𝗲-𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗾 (𝗛𝗮𝗺𝘇𝗮~𝗔𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗵) (𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗹~𝗛𝗮𝘆𝗮) ~completed Read the contents for more details. Pictures and some quotes DO NOT belong to me and the copyright goes to the original people.

𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕 (𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅), 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒛𝒊𝒅𝒅 (𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔) - 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏 (𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔). 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 - 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐫, steps into the glamorous yet cruel world of 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝, ruthless business tycoon known for his arrogance and control. She believes in love, faith, and emotions - while he believes only in logic, deals, and power. Their worlds collide in the most unexpected way - her innocence challenges his authority, her laughter disturbs his peace, and her tears begin to haunt his heart. He wants to hate her, but she becomes his weakness. She wants to stay away, but destiny pulls her closer. From arguments to accidental touches, from anger to an undeniable pull - their relationship becomes a battle of hearts. In his silence, she finds emotions. In her chaos, he finds calm. Because sometimes, the most impossible love stories are the ones written by fate itself. [𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖_𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙯]

𝒁𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒏 - calm, brilliant, yet detached. The perfect blend of Zayden's intensity and Arshiya's quiet grace. He hides his emotions behind his father's charm and his mother's patience, but there's something burning behind those composed eyes - a secret only he knows. 𝒁𝒂𝒓𝒂 - soft, shy, and quietly innocent. She carries her mother's gentleness and her father's silent strength. She doesn't speak much, yet her eyes reflect a world full of emotions she keeps to herself. She dreams simply, loves deeply... and the one person she was never meant to fall for was Zain. What begins as an unexpected connection between two families' legacies slowly turns into something far more intense... where emotions clash, secrets unfold, and love becomes as dangerous as it is irresistible. [𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖_𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙯]

A stern father compels Zarrar, 29-year-old surgeon into an arranged marriage with Hana, a 22-year-old student living in London. _________ "Where are you going?" she asked, flat. "Research trip." He tossed a shirt in, didn't look up. "And you're telling me this now?" "It was sudden." She made a noise somewhere between a tut and a laugh. "I do not care. You know what-" She stepped onto the couch, two quick climbs-herself at 5'4" suddenly level with his eyes, all heat and vowels. Here it is. The tongue was indeed ten feet long tonight. He stayed silent, left packing, arms folded over his chest and just stared. Hana doing her job, utterly, with whole rights over him to shout. "There won't be anything for me to be surprised if I wake up someday in the graveyard with mud sprayed over me 'cause my dear husband must have gotten too exasperated by my being, that he- the victim, had to bury me alive while I was asleep." Zarrar swallowed a smile, let her finish, then moved. He stepped in, hands light on her waist, lifted-she squawked, all outrage-then held her over his shoulder as he walked the three strides to the bed. She behaved as if someone unplugged her, forgot how to speak. He set her gently at the edge of the mattress and went down on one knee in front of her, floorboards cool under him. "What do you want me to say now?" "Are you actually asking me this?" Her voice wobbled, anger running out of fuel. "Yeah," he said, and he was smirking now, fond and infuriating. "Any last wishes of my wife before I bury her alive." ________ dive into the story of something very different from soap operas. TROOP ~ choas x cold yapper x listener age gap. doctor's divine

WARNING: THIS BOOK NEEDS MAJOR EDITING (Book I in broken series) "What are you doing on my bed? Get down right now." He growled. i got startled and tears started flowing uncontrollably. "I...I'm so.. sorry... Khala she.. she said i-i could sit on the bed. " I stuttered. "Look here you wench. Don't blame my mother for this. Now get up from my bed and stay away from my room." He yelled. "But- But I'm your wife." I said meekly. "YOU ARE NOT MY WIFE AND YOU'LL NEVER BE MY WIFE." He growled. This is my wedding night..... ** This is the story of Iman Abassi a beautiful girl who lost her parents at the age of 4, now living with her uncle, who is only interested in the wealth his late brother left for Iman. Life of Iman wasn't easy. She gets beaten up on a daily basis. Her aunty only favors her own children and they all treat Iman terribly. Iman suffered for 14years until a day of salvation came for her or so she thought. I'm not good at descriptions but i promise you won't regret reading this. This is a Muslim story but non Muslims can read it too. Started: September 15, 2021 Ended: January 29, 2023 Ranked #41 in Islam out of #9.12k stories Ranked 7# in spiritual

Maahi Sehgal × Kabir Khan "Tum type kyu kr raho ho??bol nhi sakte kya?"She said in a mocking tone but the guy again smiled. To her surprise he nodded in agreement with her statement which made her feel bad. "Tum bol nhi sakte?"She whispered and he nodded his head at that. __________________________ "What are we Maahi?"He signed as he questioned her the thing he was having a doubt about. What were they? Maahi stared at him with a blank face,not understanding why he was asking this so suddenly. "Mein tumhare calls nhi utha raha tha toh tum yaha tak aa gayi bina waqt ki parwah kiye,what does this make us"He asked in sign language wanting an answer from her because his mind was blocked right now. "We are friends"She said slowly as if not sure what she was saying was correct. Kabir looked at her and then nodded his head at her words. She said it,they were friends,he doesn't needs to think otherwise now. _____________________________ "Maahi"Nargis Chachi said and I nodded my head at that. "Mashallah naam toh bht pyaara h"Mehek chachi said. "Sirf naam se kisi ke baare mein pata nhi chal jaata"Dadijaan said and I sighed. I know it is going to be difficult to convince her. "Woh bht acchi ladki h Dadijaan"I signed and she just stared at me and didn't say anything. "Ladki kya krti h??"Nargis Chachi asked when nobody said anything. "Apne parivaar ka karobaar sambhalti h"I signed and Dadijaan raised her eyebrows hearing that. "Kaam krne wali ladki h?"Dadijaan asked and I nodded my head at that. "Aur woh musalmaan nhi h,Hindu h"I signed and waited for the dam to brake now. Dadijaan had her hand to her mouth now as if this has surprised her beyond wits.All the ladies were shocked and so were the gents this time. _______________________________ Join Kabir and Maahi on their journey from being strangers to passionate lovers and eventually a married couple. Be with them to know their journey and the difficulties they faced during this.

𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 17 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟'𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑅𝑢𝑏𝑎𝑎𝑏, 𝑤𝒉𝑜'𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝒉𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝒉 𝑜𝑓 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝒉𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝐴𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛.. 𝑇𝒉𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑖𝑘𝑘𝑎𝒉. 𝐼𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑢𝑏𝑎𝑎𝑏 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑐𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙.... Started: 28-august-22 Ended: 2-November_22 Editing starts on: 20 feb 23 Ended on: 28 feb 23

~𝑨𝑺𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑫𝒀𝑨𝑹~ 'My life, my rules, so guard yourself from flames of my rage because it will surely burn you apart°°° ~𝑭𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑨𝑳~ 'I fall but never gives up, i will stay strong until you truly breaks me apart°°° ✨✨✨ Faryal's gaze remained blank, her eyes fixed on Asfand's face. She didn't say anything else, just looked at him, her expression unreadable. Asfand's anger simmered, his frustration growing. "What happened today, Faryal?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. Faryal's eyes didn't flicker, her gaze still fixed on Asfand's face. She didn't respond, just a slight flinch of her shoulder. Asfand's grip on the bedpost tightened, his knuckles white. "You're not going to say anything?" he growled. "You're just going to sit there, and pretend like everything is okay?" Faryal's eyes dropped, her shoulders slaking slightly. But she still didn't say anything. Asfand's laughter was cold, mirthless "You're good at this Faryal" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're good at pretending like nothing's wrong but I'm not buying it" Faryal's gaze snapped up, her eyes flashing with a glimmer of fear. But she still didn't say anything, just looked at him, her expression blank. Asfand's anger boiled over, his face twisting with rage. "Talk to me, Faryal!" he growled, his voice like thunder. "Tell me what's going on!" Faryal flinched, her eyes welling up with tears. But she still didn't say anything, just a slight shake of her head. Asfand's expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to burn with a cold fury. "Fine" he said, his voice icy. "Have it your way" ✨✨✨ ~Two souls, two hearts broken to be mend by a second chance, lets dive in to explore the love taking a U-turn. ~Both don't ready to give chance for a second time but fate played well and wise marrying them off together. Stay tuned with Á$FÁÑD¥ÁR x FÁR¥ÁL Allah Hafiz!

𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝑼𝒛𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 (26) - Dangerous, bold, and ruthless, Sarmad rules the underworld with an iron fist. A brown munda with dark eyes, veiny hands, and a broad muscular body, he commands attention wherever he goes. Beneath his fierce exterior lies a heart only she can read. 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕 (20) - A quiet, kind-hearted, beautiful college girl struggling with her law studies. But behind her innocent smile lies a secret: she's a brilliant hacker, a talent known to no one. "𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒔𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏.... 𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕." 💻❤️ Raaz_e_tasauur_

𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏-𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔. 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇, 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍. 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆-𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚-𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.. Raaz_e_tasauur_

Book 1 of the Nikkah Series~ Shanaya x Shahyan~ Dr Aahan Rahman Shahyan and Dr Zahratul Zaman Shanaya are sworn childhood enemies who got tied to each other in some unavailable circumstances. Will love ever ignite between them after marriage? Will these two rivals ever be able to understand their hidden feelings for each other in the midst of their fights? Let's delve into the story of two childhood rivals who are tied to each other by fate.

Hello, It's a new story of Muslim couple Arshad and Zoya Arrange marriage Zoya utto fajr ka time ho raha hai , Zoya Zoya" she too wake up ." Haan 5 min aap fresh hoke utta dena" she again slept . "Zoya bas karo abb " "Mein bas baat kar Rahi thi aur aap ne ..ne "she was crying "Aacha aacha sorry na baby - wo bas office ka stress tha aur wo tum pe thoda nikal gaya sorry biwi" he said and kissed her cheeks Arshad pulled her into his arms while she was breathing heavily. "Pani chahiye?" He asked to which she nods. are you sore? He asked. "No why will I be? ...u were sooooo gentle with me " she said in sarcastic way. "Ohhh soo can we have another round then?" He asked. And for more details you have to read the story .

An indian girl wakes up in a body of muslim girl . And she start her journey and where she experience family love , cousin fights and also find her soulmate . Aleena ( after transmigration ) is a sweet , bubbly , cheerful , daring , beautiful , smart girl . She daddy's girl . Ahad Mustafa Khan is an eldest son in khan family . He is very dominant , cold , possessive , has angry issues . Infact his elders too fear from him . Whatever he says are like orders from God . No one opposes him . He love his family but can't show any emotions due to his cold nature . Let's see how their journey begins . 🥰🥰

DO NOT COPY MY WORK Mir's! The name itself screams power. Mir's are the most influential and rich nawab of the whole Karachi. Feared and Respected by everyone, Mir's are unbeatable. They had the whole government in their hands. All in All Mir's rules the area. Shah Zain Mir He is the oldest in the family. Being the oldest, he has grave responsibilities upon himself. Taking over his ancestral business, Shah Zain is set to rule the world of business that was once ruled by his father and grandfather. Shiza Almirah Hussain She is an orphan. She has no one to call her family except the Aunt that raise her. She has no one she could turn to but yet...she is optimistic. She is full of hope. She believes in the Mercy of the Almighty. She may not be rich like the Mir's but she is content So, what happens when the eldest son of the Mir's got tangled with our innocent and bubbly Shiza. will Sparks fly or the status between will crush their very relationship which was not even started yet?? join me in yet another story of love, power and twist and turns. STARTED: 20th DECEMBER 2022 ENDED: 4th JULY 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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𝒀𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒃 𝐀 17 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟.. (𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐚😉) 𝑹𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒉 𝐀𝐧 17 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫... »»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? ♥ Raaz_e_tasauur_

Some homes are filled with noise. And some... learn to live with silence. The Qareem haveli still stood the same-grand, unchanging, complete to the world. But within its walls, something had shifted. Conversations turned formal. Laughter faded. And relationships... were left where they broke. They lived under one roof. Shared the same name. Yet carried distances no one spoke about. But not everyone learned to stay quiet. Inaya-loud, warm, impossible to ignore. Zayd-calm, steady, and always listening. Best friends. Cousins. Two people untouched by the bitterness around them. Two people who still believed things could be fixed. So they made a decision. A nikkah that was never meant to be real. Just a way to bring everyone back together. Just a plan... nothing more. Or at least, that's what they thought. Because sometimes, the most real things begin without intention. And while they try to mend what's broken- between laughter, chaos, and unspoken emotions- something quietly begins to change. Not just in the family. But between them. And maybe... some silences were never meant to last forever.

aur kyā dekhne ko baaqī hai aap se dil lagā ke dekh liyā ~ Faiz Ahmad Faiz A story about friendship, love and two absolutely different individuals who fell in love. I suck at description. please peep into the story you'll love it.

I gasped loudly and took a step back, only to hit my back against the shelf door. He looked directly into my eyes; it felt like he was seeing right through my soul. His eyes were so intense that I couldn't handle it, so I looked away, but he made me look at him by lifting my chin with his thumb and index finger. "You have no idea how much I am controlling myself from making you mine," I looked at him wide-eyed and tried to push him away, but he pinned my hands on either side of my head with his. He leaned closer to me, so I turned my face away, but his lips landed on my cheek. My eyes widened at his act. I wriggled and freed my hands from his hold before pushing him away with full force. I tried to go past him from the right, and I did succeed, as he seemed amused by how I pushed him. But before I could take another step, I was pulled back to him, my back pressing against his front. He held both my hands down with one hand, and with the other, he pushed my hair to the left and placed his lips on my neck. __________________________________ 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤, 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖. ~𝔸ℕ𝔸𝔹𝕀𝕐𝔸 𝕂ℍ𝔸ℕ __________________________________ 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦