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His Right

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My fingers shook like leaves in the breeze as I raised them, my heartbeat quick. Haiders strong hand was firm and steady as he took mine and slipped the ring onto my finger.

A white ring with small Diamonds.

A holy Bond which was meant to be cherished, was nothing but a testament of his Ownership of me. A daily reminder of the golden cage I'd be trapped in for the rest of my life. 

The Maulvi spoke the final words, "Do you Zara Noor Khan daughter of Tariq Khan, accept Haider Ali Shah as your husband with the Haq Mehr of twenty Lacs?" I closed my eyes and whispered the words.

"Qabool hain"

"Qabool hain"

"Qabool hain"

It was final she was Haider Ali Shahs wife until the bitter end.All Rights Reserved

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AmarBail by sapphire_1993

"Zavyar Shah, do you accept Mehrunisa in your Nikkah?" Rumaysa struggled to breathe, her world spinning as she listened. Zavyar took a deep breath, his eyes locking on Mehrunisa, who stood motionless, as if turned to stone. He understood the weight of this moment for her, knowing how difficult it was. He cast a final glance towards the door where Rumaysa stood, feeling his heart tighten. With a heavy heart, he closed his eyes, tears falling freely. "Qabool hai." The world shattered for Rumaysa. She took a step back, her heart breaking. "Qabool hai." She stepped back further, unable to bear the pain. "Qabool hai." Her world stopped. She turned and walked away, leaving Zavyar's world in ruins. Rumaysa was Zavyar's happiness, his dream, and now she was sacrificed. He took Mehrunisa's hand, his own heart shattered. "Let's go home," he said, though Mehrunisa's tears fell silently. He glanced back, seeing that Rumaysa was gone. Mehrunisa saw the sorrow she had inadvertently caused, wishing she could undo that night which had torn two souls apart. Rumaysa, a journalist from a wealthy family, had to leave because Zavyar was no longer hers. Her best friend married her lover, and the betrayal was something she could never forgive. Zavyar, the eldest son of Mustafa Shah, bore the weight of responsibility. Marrying Mehrunisa was a duty he had to fulfill. He had once planned to marry Rumaysa, but now everything was irrevocably changed. If Mehrunisa could change one thing, it would be that night-she would undo the separation of two lovers and the betrayal of her promise to Hassan. Zavyar faced Mehrunisa with a resigned look. "I can never love you, and you can never love me, Mehrunisa. You will have everything you wanted as a wife-recognition, name, and status." Mehrunisa, lost in her own trance, barely heard him. The pain she saw in Rumaysa's eyes haunted her. She couldn't imagine anyone but Hassan and felt she had betrayed both Rumaysa and Hassan.

Married Without Love (MS#1) by GlamoursMe

(Mafia Series#1) (Wattpad Version) [Also available on Inkitt with edited version and some changes.] - - - He banged his hand on the wall beside my head making me jump in fear and he held my chin with other hand. I looked at him in fear as he looked like a beast with rage dancing in his eyes. "Are you scared?" He asked with cold voice. I tried to swallow but I was so afraid of even nodded my head. I looked past him at the dead body which had pool of blood around it. "You shouldn't be," He said pulling my face near him by my chin. I felt his hot breath hitting on my face. I held my breath and tears but every second it made me difficult. Suddenly, a lone tear flowed through my left eye. His eyes turned a little soft and he wiped my tear gently. "Get ready!" He whispered, softly. I looked at him in fear too scared to ask him about why. "For a contract marriage," He said in stern voice leaving no room for me to deny. • • • It is not an arranged marriage where love blooms after marriage. It is more than just an arranged marriage in which love is not involved. For people it is an arranged marriage. But for them it is just a contract marriage. Like everyone Mishal has dark secrets and a dark past. Like everyone Zayaan has his own past which is buried deep in his heart. A past which made him cold. A past which made her broken. A past which made him have many enemies. A past which made her have many nightmares. What are their past? What is her secret? Why they both married without love? Hit the read button to know their past and her secrets. - - - Warning: Mature Remarks! Mature Dialogues! If you don't like them, you are always welcome to leave this book. :)

UNCONDITIONAL by reine-777

"Do you call this shit food? Make me something else!" A woman Noor couldn't stand for a single second screamed at the chefs and servers. She turned around at the sound of Noor's heels at the kitchen entrance. Arms crossed, eyes piercing deep into her soul, Noor took a slow, intimidating walk over to her. "This...is not a restaurant. It's my house. The food prepared here will be of my choice. You're standing in my kitchen, speaking to my staff. One more word in a raised voice at them, and I will have you dragged out of here. Is that understood?" Noor spoke in a low, threatening voice. "I'm not scared of you." She managed to say in spite of being clearly terrified. "I'm Prem's guest and I will do whatever I want." Her voice broke as she shrugged taking a step back. "Also, shouldn't you be thanking me right now? My busy schedule let you borrow your husband from me last night." She had the audacity to invite a smirk to her lips. With a quick unforeseen step forward, Noor grabbed her by the throat and backed up against the wall behind her. She reached over for the knife on the counter next to her and brought it up to the throat she was holding. "Talk about my husband one more time, and I will slit your throat open." Noor wasn't joking. "You spend enough time with him to know I can do that, right?" She asked as she ran the knife along the side of the horrified face. "Noor!" Called out an angry voice from behind her causing her to drop the knife at once. She turned around to see Prem dressed a crisp cherry colored suit at the kitchen entrance. She took a moment to appreciate the day for bringing him across her twice in twenty four hours. She admired his beauty for a second before looking back at his mistress and pumping some hand sanitizer onto her palm from a nearby bottle. Slowly rubbing her hands together, she walked over to Prem and looked him in the eyes, "take care of your whore before I do." "You will stay the fuck away from her." Prem advised in a dangerous tone.

Wasl by wittypenart

"وقت بھی گزر جائینگے، بڑی عجیب مُلاقات ہوگی جب ہم ملیں گے وصل کی رات میں اور شمبنی برسات ہوگی" It wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. One unexpected rejection, one unexpected acceptance. A sacred bond that tie them either for eternity or damnation. A union of two souls. Wasl: union Started: 01-01-2024 Ended: 19-09-2024 Copyright: Do not copy my work.

My Psycho Husband by Artemisia738

"Qubool hai(I accept)," I said with great difficulty and a lone tear escaped from my eyes. I looked at my husband and found him smiling at me. His smile was so mysterious and unusual which created a shiver in my whole system. At the time of Rukhsati(sending off the bride), my mother requested to my husband," Please, take care of her." " Don't worry. I will love her and take care of her so much that she will forget her own family," He replied chuckling but I felt something fishy in his voice. Will he really love me and take care of me the way he is promising to my mother? Warning - Mature scene ahead with graphic scene of violence. If you are uncomfortable then don't read. I don't want any hate comments later. ****Plagiarism is strictly prohibited. Don't copy others hard work. Create your own work." Copyright © 2020 by Artemisia

Match Made In Moonlight ✓ by nailawritesfiction

••|2nd in Arranged Series|•• Can be read as a standalone. "That was in a bad taste, Ishmal. You even hurt yourself in the process." She sniffed her nose. "I don't care about anything. I want to leave at any cost, Mr. Haider." A sinful smile came across his lips. "Try as much as you want, girl. You won't be getting any way out. So don't tire your beautiful brain by making plans to flee away because I will make all of them fail." "But you should also know that I will keep on trying till I get what I want," Ishmal muttered. Haider lessened the distance between them and touched her earring. Bringing his face near to her ear, he sniffed in the usual vanilla scent of her. "Then do that. I also won't get tired by making this more and more difficult for you," Haider grumbled and the living action of his words came quicker than any reaction when he pecked her earlobe. God, why did she have to show him that she was affected by all of these things that he did? He moved away from her and gave her a knowing look. "Isn't that what you wanted from the start? To divorce me. You should be happy that you are getting out of it before the time. You can label me to your family as you want. I don't really care," Ishmal said. "It's getting late. I have duty tomorrow and I need a good sleep. We'll talk about all this tomorrow," he announced and got up. "Now compensation for whose mistake I am doing? Perhaps Nisha." Ishmal's voice made him pause in his tracks. Haider curled his finger in a fist and turned around to face her. The sudden dark which invaded the black of his eyes made Ishmal almost jump out of her place. But that was the last straw. Her only resort to get freedom was by provoking him by using his ex. But did she do right? ~The enchanting moonlight was in their destiny either to make a match for them or to separate them apart ~ Start Date: 11.09.2023 End Date: 10.02.2024

His To Adore by authorsanaa

"Mr Mehra you are in no position to interfere in my matters. I could have handled the situation by myself without you getting involved in it. I am confident in my capabilities and I can protect myself without anyone's help. I might be living in your house but it doesn't mean that you have any kind of power over me and you should know that it was never something I ever wanted." I said to the person who was standing in front of me in all his glory. "Mahi even though living in my house was not something you wanted but as now you are, you are my responsibility and I never fail to fulfil any. I absolutely believe in your capabilities but let me make one thing very clear, don't expect me to keep calm when someone is trying to lay a finger on what is mine." Kabir said clenching his jaw and started walking towards where I was sitting. He came closer and his eyes were bored into mine. His intense gaze made it difficult for me to move a bit or speak a word. He leaned closer to me and my breathing became heavier due to our proximity. "Talking about the power, very soon you will know who holds the power, little lady." He whispered into my ear and looked at me with a smirk playing on his lips This person might act almighty and gentle but there is no way in hell that I will allow him to affect me in any possible way, that's what I promised myself but to my utter disappointment I was failing miserably. He was affecting me way too much than I thought and I am not sure If I will be able to avoid this trouble or if I am doomed. What will happen when the two not-so-perfect people will find each other in the most unwanted way? The fate bringing them together is a blessing in disguise or an unfolding disaster?

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Another Forever by mahumwrites

"Say it." He whispered, stepping closer to me. "I love you too." I finally admitted, my cheeks flushing dark in embarrassment. I couldn't believe I just said that out loud, to a man I was going to marry in few days. "I want to spend my whole life with you." I added slowly. "Forever?" Usama asked, holding my wrist gently as he towered over me. I tried to pull it away but his hold was stronger. My heart was beating so frantically inside my chest due to his proximity that I feared that I might have a heart attack. "Forever." I replied and tugged my hand free. Passing him a shy smile, I pushed him away and rushed out of his room before anyone could see. Little did I know, this forever is not going to last very long. •°•°•°• Noor Asghar Khan couldn't be more contented with her life. Her marriage was fixed to a man she had always admired, she had recently graduated from country's best arts school with a gold medal, her father had been promoted to vice president of his company and her sister secured herself a seat in a top tier medical school. All in all, she was happy with the way her fate turned out to be. But what is life without a little tragedy?

Imperfect Marriage (Completed) by silent_typhoon

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AmarBail

"Zavyar Shah, do you accept Mehrunisa in your Nikkah?" Rumaysa struggled to breathe, her world spinning as she listened. Zavyar took a deep breath, his eyes locking on Mehrunisa, who stood motionless, as if turned to stone. He understood the weight of this moment for her, knowing how difficult it was. He cast a final glance towards the door where Rumaysa stood, feeling his heart tighten. With a heavy heart, he closed his eyes, tears falling freely. "Qabool hai." The world shattered for Rumaysa. She took a step back, her heart breaking. "Qabool hai." She stepped back further, unable to bear the pain. "Qabool hai." Her world stopped. She turned and walked away, leaving Zavyar's world in ruins. Rumaysa was Zavyar's happiness, his dream, and now she was sacrificed. He took Mehrunisa's hand, his own heart shattered. "Let's go home," he said, though Mehrunisa's tears fell silently. He glanced back, seeing that Rumaysa was gone. Mehrunisa saw the sorrow she had inadvertently caused, wishing she could undo that night which had torn two souls apart. Rumaysa, a journalist from a wealthy family, had to leave because Zavyar was no longer hers. Her best friend married her lover, and the betrayal was something she could never forgive. Zavyar, the eldest son of Mustafa Shah, bore the weight of responsibility. Marrying Mehrunisa was a duty he had to fulfill. He had once planned to marry Rumaysa, but now everything was irrevocably changed. If Mehrunisa could change one thing, it would be that night-she would undo the separation of two lovers and the betrayal of her promise to Hassan. Zavyar faced Mehrunisa with a resigned look. "I can never love you, and you can never love me, Mehrunisa. You will have everything you wanted as a wife-recognition, name, and status." Mehrunisa, lost in her own trance, barely heard him. The pain she saw in Rumaysa's eyes haunted her. She couldn't imagine anyone but Hassan and felt she had betrayed both Rumaysa and Hassan.