Driver? I love you!
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- Partes 3
Do you believe in love? The answer is most likely 99.5% yes.
As though being a practicing Muslim girl wasn't hard enough; blessed, subahan'Allah, but hard, 20 year old Ruqayya goes to Bangladesh after twelve years to meet her family. And of course, she has to go and fall in love with the driver. He whisks her away off her feet and they live happily ever after. But did she rush into decisions?
After all, life is not like a Bollywood movie. Right?
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"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.
In-yeon
It's an In-yeon if two strangers even walk by each other on the street and their clothes accidentally brush. Because it means there must have been something between them in their past lives. If two people get married, they say it's because there have been 8,000 layers of In-yeon over 8,000 lifetimes. - From Past Lives Are Karishma and Haseena merely brushing past each other in this lifetime, caught in one of those countless layers of destiny? Or will this lifetime be enough to transcend all those layers and find true connection? And what if they do find a connection? Is it ever easy to make it last a lifetime? Is love ever that simple?
Loving My Cousin (#Wattys 2017)
I put the grocery bags down after coming inside the house, setting my keys on the counter and placing the bags on the table, putting the stuff away, until I heard a voice. "FATIMA, FATIMA!" Mama was calling me, hm I wonder what for and why did she sound excited as well? "Yes mama? Ana in the kitchen Mama." She came in holding two papers. "We're going! We're going to Jerusalem, to see your cousin get married!" That's when my whole world crashes down. I'm going to Jerusalem ...that means I have to see my cousin Samer, whom I've avoided for 5 years, since I was 16. Ya Allah help me through this. I even remember when I left Amman 5 years ago, and let's just say that it didn't end well between a 16 year old and a 21 year old. ••••••• Fatima Zain, 21 years old college student and getting many proposals to get married has a hard time being her usual self after she left Amman, leaving behind her cousin Samer, whom she loves very much, but no one knows except got her close friend and cousin. Samer Zaid, 26 years old and is working as an engineer, has a hard time being himself after what happened 5 years ago with his cousin, feeling nothing but empty and guilty. Thought a girl kept being on his mind, but he wouldn't show or express who it is. What happens when these two meet again after 5 years of no communication with each other? Will Fatima ever tell Samer she loves him before it's too late? Will Samer ever tell Fatima he loves her before its too late? Will they keep shut about their feelings or will they open up and become close, possibly more, before its too late? Go on an amazing adventure withConcluida
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Heartless Queen
I watch the red rose in between his hands "isn't it strange...a red rose on the beach!!" his deep voice causes a shiver to run down my back. I look back into the ocean... the view was so magical. "Someone told me that roses are like people" I hear him laugh at my words "no way...people are so dangerous and manipulative" his words had double meaning I knew exactly who he was referring to. My heart squeezed in pain...will he ever believe that this was not my fault. "They are much like people...they have so many colours like people" I feel him look at me "this shade of the rose represents danger...blood shedding" He stared down at the rose "pink represents love...white represents peace...yellow represents falling in love...and black represents death" I look up at him. "But Allah didn't make black rose" I look at him as he looks at me with confusion, I smile back at him "God doesn't make bad people either yet...we have so many of them" I could tell my words overwhelmed him. "Only you can turn something so beautiful...cold" Amira is a rich successful women with a shady past and no family in the present...she is known as the motherless child. She made one mistake and that was to fall for the Zaid Ali Khan a successful doctor. Follow Zaid as he falls for a heartless Queen.Concluida
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"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.
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