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Only In Jannah

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The door flung open into the dark room, lightening struck the dark sky shining a little light on the shirtless man that stood by the doorway. 

"Who's there" my shaky voice masked with fear asked. Paying a deaf ear to my question he walked deeper into the room towards my bed as my shaky hands drew the covers higher over my whimpering self, right up to my nose. 
"Khalil?" my voice sounded weird coming through the thick duvet, it felt awkward calling his name I mean am I even allowed to call him that? I was more scared now that I knew who it was. What was he doing in  room? A loud thunder sound came as he sat beside me, a little too close. Does this man know he's shirtless and in my room at eleven p.m?

"Have you chosen a surrogate?" his thick voice cut through the sound of raindrops and my train of thoughts. I slowly shook my head at him. 

"Relax"He raised his hand to my face which was still covered halfway and slowly dragged down the covers down to my abdomen revealing my bare arms in my spaghetti strap v neck nightwear. I scanned the room for my robe and found it hanging on the coat rack in the far end of my room, I would get up to get it but my nightgown didn't really qualify as a gown. I watched his eyes travel up my body landing on my chest, his Adams apple bobbed up. He shut his eyes and when he opened them, they landed on mine sending shivers down my spine... 

Hidaya Hassan Abdulqadir thought she lost it all when her parents and lover all died in a plane crash, she slowly tried to move on from then letting the almighty take control after a year of grieving. She is married off to electronic magnet, Khalil Nuhu DanMaliki who was her father's business partner in hopes of saving her fathers legacy. 

Follow them on their journey through marriage and see how their love unfolds even though true love can only be permanent in Jannah. 

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Getting dressed I grabbed the hodni (scarf) as a mere source to cover my shame, he pulled me out of the room. With the pain all over my body especially the lower body, I wasn't able to walk; matching his speed was out of the question. I pleaded with him to stop, to have mercy on me but just like last night, my words were sent to deaf ears. Not able to match his pace, my steps were misplaced making me fall but it didn't stop him. He dragged me down the stairs in the same state injuring my entire body. I cried helplessly but none of his family members had even a hint of guilt. Everyone's eyes hold only one emotion for me which is disgust. Sitting on a knee he grabbed my hair in a painful grip and the words that came out of his mouth were something which I never expected. "The biggest mistake I've made in my life is, loving you." He said while tears flowed from his eyes. ••• Malika Adsule, a Clinical Researcher, is a quiet girl but for her close people, she is everything but quiet. She doesn't like to make anyone sad and silently listens to what people say without back answering though she will fight for her self-respect and rights. Nahush Mhatre, an Architect, is a very successful and rich businessman. Well-mannered, well-behaved, respective man. But no one can stop his wrath once a person gets on his bad list. What will happen when Malika has to leave her boyfriend and get married to Nahash only for her parents' happiness? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Namaskar guys! It's my first story. I never tried writing a story before. Hope you like it. Cover credit goes to Azura_Zephyr❤

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The whole room was decorated beautifully with red rose scattered over the bed sheet She quietly walked and sat down on the bed waiting for him to come. She took a long veil and felt uneasiness creeping in her heart She heard the door being opened by someone, someone to whom now she will call her husband. She bit her lower lip in anxiety and felt him taking a big steady step toward the bed or her, she heaved heavily and wished to run away from here. He sat gently ahead of her admiring his newly wedded wife feeling bit worried about this sudden new change in her life, he simply pulled up her veil and found her looking down at her feet just like the way he imagined her to behave after their marriage He made her look at him and this was the time when instead of blushing. She screamed in horror - "You here...? What are you doing here? Where is my husband? Tell me?" Sameer was stunned with her reaction. He held her softly and spoke with a maniac smile - "like me even you can not believe na that now we are officially husband and wife?? i know Naina, I pinched myself for limitless time to confirm that now you're my wife." "What the hell are you saying? How can we be husband and wife when I am married to someone else?" Naina was still not ready to accept this harsh reality, his anger rose up and he roughly pulled her closer to his hard chest, and said in anger - "Dare you say about someone else, you're now my wife and no one can change this reality...i have married to you and the nuptial chain you're wearing in your neck is of my name, look at it clearly and one more thing i love you a lot Naina, i won't like if you will talk about someone else...i will cut my nerves." "But you're abnormal." She said without knowing what was coming next. NOTE : The whole story is solely imagined and written by me, if you will dare to copy a single line or any scene from this book...Then don't forget I know how to make someone famous in just one night. :)

The Blood Order by esthersteel_

"Are you coming to bed firefly?" He says to me laying his hands over my waist joining me in looking over the city. "I want to look out for a little longer if that is alright?" I mumble hoping that he heard me anyways, I wasn't ready to walk into that bedroom, and I don't think I ever would be. "Of course, I'll be getting ready for bed, come in whenever you are ready." He says confidently and walks away leaving my waist cold something for which I am grateful. Especially when my mind burns with other more dangerous thoughts. The warmth that forever lingers in the air, never burning the skin, but always reminding about what is around us. I force air into my lungs feeling the unexpected warmth fill me. He stands in the room watching me even though he said he was getting ready for bed. He is worried about me, about me jumping. I have contemplated it I will admit, but he would stop me before I fell even two feet. I was stuck, and no one could save me. Not even myself, my fucking weak self. His presence is demanding no matter where we are, but right now I could sense everything about him, and I try to suppress the unwanted feelings that curl right under my skin. "Firefly? About done?" He calls out and I release my hand from the guard rail not realizing that as I looked at the lights that covered the shining city with the falling fire in the background that my subconscious was thinking about how nice it would be... how relieving it would be... to just fall. True freedom. I take a step back and wrap my hands together turning around to a fully clothed unchanged man and nod once. I could see the fear in his eyes that I would, he knows if he gave me the chance... I wasn't ready for this, but I had to survive. No matter what. Highest Ranks: #17 In Romance #5 in Soulmates

The Unwanted Bride by ekkladki

"Who are you?" At first, I thought he was just being silly. But as I stared at him for a couple of minutes, I could see he wasn't joking or pulling my leg. My heart nearly stopped beating. The guy I had dreamt of spending my whole life with didn't know who I was? "This is a joke, isn't it? You're scaring me to death," I said to calm myself down. He was looking at me like he had seen a ghost. I couldn't read his face. I couldn't stop thinking about what he really meant. "You're not her, you're not Khushi. Who are you?" His words froze me. He was talking about Khushi, which is my name, at the same time he asked who I am. This couldn't be a joke, especially today when we had just gotten married. "Y-you don't know who I actually am? I am Khushi!! You came to my house for the wedding proposal for me! I am Khushi Gupta, the girl you wanted to marry." Tension filled the room. He had no idea what I was talking about, as if he couldn't understand the language I spoke. "You can't. You just can't! I wanted to marry her," he pointed at a picture frame near his window on a side table. I walked towards the table only to find out. It was Isha's picture. "This is m-my sister," I mumbled. Dive into the captivating world of Khushi where a seemingly perfect marriage takes a bewildering twist. When Khushi's newlywed husband doesn't recognize her, it unravels a gripping tale of love, identity, and second chances. Follow Khushi, a divorce lawyer escaping her past, and Yug, learning to live anew after a life-altering accident, on a journey filled with unexpected turns, poignant moments, and the pursuit of true love. This story will keep you on the edge of your seat, exploring the depths of the human heart and the power of destiny. Don't miss the chance to uncover the secrets and surprises that await within these pages.

Choosing YOU by Elysialueur

He was abandoned before he learned how to love - and she was thrown into his life by fate. Everyone thought they were just another arranged couple fumbling through married life. What no one saw were the storms behind closed doors. He didn't talk much - not about the family that left him,or the pain he never gave a name to. He carried his wounds like shadows, quietly, stubbornly. Until the day he broke - and told her the truth. A child born without warmth of a mother. Left behind like a secret. Raised without love. She tried to fix it - she really did. But healing doesn't always come from the ones who hurt us. So instead, she offered him something else: Her hand. Her heart. Her vow to stay. This isn't a story about saving someone. It's about standing with them when no one else will. And loving them until they finally start to believe they're worthy of it.

Khizaan by Ufaq_I

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Dheere Dheere Se by _sunshine_writes_

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Thread Of Love ~ Dhaga Prem Ka (Completed)

Getting dressed I grabbed the hodni (scarf) as a mere source to cover my shame, he pulled me out of the room. With the pain all over my body especially the lower body, I wasn't able to walk; matching his speed was out of the question. I pleaded with him to stop, to have mercy on me but just like last night, my words were sent to deaf ears. Not able to match his pace, my steps were misplaced making me fall but it didn't stop him. He dragged me down the stairs in the same state injuring my entire body. I cried helplessly but none of his family members had even a hint of guilt. Everyone's eyes hold only one emotion for me which is disgust. Sitting on a knee he grabbed my hair in a painful grip and the words that came out of his mouth were something which I never expected. "The biggest mistake I've made in my life is, loving you." He said while tears flowed from his eyes. ••• Malika Adsule, a Clinical Researcher, is a quiet girl but for her close people, she is everything but quiet. She doesn't like to make anyone sad and silently listens to what people say without back answering though she will fight for her self-respect and rights. Nahush Mhatre, an Architect, is a very successful and rich businessman. Well-mannered, well-behaved, respective man. But no one can stop his wrath once a person gets on his bad list. What will happen when Malika has to leave her boyfriend and get married to Nahash only for her parents' happiness? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Namaskar guys! It's my first story. I never tried writing a story before. Hope you like it. Cover credit goes to Azura_Zephyr❤