Softgirlhardworld Stories

She was the wrong suspect. He was the wrong man to fall for. Emaan Asif never imagined her final year would end in an interrogation cell. Accused of espionage. Framed with evidence she didn't even understand. Abandoned by her own blood. And dragged into the dark by the one man who stared her in the eyes and said- "I'm just doing my job." Agent Ayaan Khan thought she was the traitor. Believed the lies. Signed the report. And watched her break. By the time he realized the truth, her life had already gone up in flames. So he did the unthinkable. He offered marriage - a nikah with no promises. No romance. Just redemption. Just a name to shield her from the shame he helped create. Now she's tied to the man who destroyed her. And he's falling - fast, hard, and quietly - for the girl who still flinches when he walks into the room. Enemies. Bound by guilt. Held together by a nikah neither of them asked for. And maybe - just maybe - the slow, silent burn of something they're both terrified to name.

#1 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐯 - 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲. I wasn't made to feel. I was trained to destroy. But the day I saw those sad eyes of her - something inside me split. She was quiet. I was violent. She was nameless. I owned the city. I told myself to walk away. I didn't. Years later, I hunted her like destiny and claimed her like fate. Rosalie didn't fall into my world. I dragged my darkness to her light - and refused to let go. ☆☆ "Now you may kiss the bride", the priest said after a long pause. A tears slips from her eyes as she tries to smother her sobs, to not make even a single sound. "Everyone out", I ordered, my voice cold and flat leaving now room for argument. Damian guided the priest towards the door as the room emptied leaving her alone with me. "Can I kiss you", I ask trying to keep my voice as soft as possible. She doesn't answer and keeps mum fidgeting with her fingers. Sighing, I grabbed hold of her chin and leaned down to press a kiss on her lips. She turned her face towards her side as my lips touch her cheeks and I feel a lone tear on them.

Windy City Princess Sofia Marion was born into the shadows of Chicago's most feared mafia family, but her dreams were frosted with sugar, not blood. While her father rules the city's underworld, Sofia escapes to the warmth of her kitchen, chasing a quiet dream of opening her own bakery. But nothing stays quiet for long in the Windy City. When she crosses paths with a charming, reckless football player who's as troublemaking as he is irresistible, her two worlds start to collide. Caught between crime and cupcakes, loyalty and love-Sofia must decide if she's ready to rewrite her fate or stay the princess of a kingdom she never chose.