🥇Romance, The April Awards
🥇General Fiction, Pawesome Award
🥇The Coalition Awards, Voting Track.
🥇Best World Building, The Platinum Awards
🥈YA, The Free Writer Awards
🥈Chicklit/General Fiction, The Ballsy Tea Awards
🥈New Adult, The Grand Library Awards
🥈General Fiction, 2022 Rose Gold Awards
🥈Best Protagonist, The Free Writer Awards
🥉Best title, Hall of Fame mini Awards
🥉 Best Prologue, The Platinum Awards
#1bellydancing
#53Royals
Eira Murad, a struggling bellydancer in New York City, was fully determined to achieve all her dreams which were, unfortunately, miles away from her reach. Fate really had something else planned for her.
She's always dreamt of royalty, fantasizing Jasmine and Aladin's love story ever since she could remember. In reality, she was drowning in debt, and wasn't sure how long she would be allowed to live.
Her life takes such a drastic turn as she gets thrown into a different continent. She now has no one to confide to and is forced to thrive on her own, navigating through all the mysteries of her kidnapping.
What's more unexpected is that she is suddenly living in a lavish Royal Palace, close to the dashing young Crown Prince of Shakhghar, Sheikh Raed Al Hashem. Amidst the labyrinth of truths and lies alongside scorching-hot interactions with the handsome Royal, for how long can she hold everything in?
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She feebly rested her face in the right side of Raed's neck, his short wet hair tingling her skin. The proximity between them was even more heated than the scorch of Shakhghar.
"And, how long do you plan on staying like this?" He croakily asked, in a hoarse whisper.
"As much as I wish to," She daringly said and she felt his bare skin against hers as he drew her closer, his defined muscles bulging while holding her weight.
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*This story is not related to any kind of muslim traditions/beliefs, and is not based on religion.
Ever wonder how your supposed best day of life will turn into a lifelong nightmare. Two people, two different worlds yet bound by the same emotion, "HATE" and "same loved ones". Marriage is intended to be an eternal bond filled with love and happiness. This was far from the truth for Asmaira and Amaan. Two broken souls entangle in the game of destiny which ended their dream of everlasting love.
For one, it was a journey of regret which she has to live for the rest of her life. But why?.
For other, he was forced yet he promised to seek revenge for sure., for seeking "Her" place. Who is Amaan referring to as "Her"?
Who is this "loved ones" that connects both Asmara and Amaan and why do they hate each other so much without even meeting each other?
"Please......." the only word that she could manage to say while trying to get out of his grip and sobbing.
"Please......Let..........Me..........Go, " she stammered in between her hiccup, shaking her head with pleading eyes and folded hands.
"Don't be afraid honey! I realized my mistake of not accepting you as my wife and to mark the start of our marriage how about I gift you something, " He whispered while leaning close to her ear emphasizing on the word 'gift'.
Sensing her fright, he placed his hand on her waist while using the other to stroke her cheek, "how about giving you a baby tonight?". He spoke with an evil smirk.
" I know it is your first time and I promise to be gentle with you, My Wife"
Note: This is the first draft of the story and since then had not been edited as I'm busy writing my other stories on "Booknet." If you find typos or grammatical mistake or narration is not perfect, kindly ignore since your feedback about it would be of no use as you are reading an unedited story. I would edit it once the sequel to Kabir Hashmi is finished. And yes please be considerate when you comment. First, it's a fictional story and second, it's someone's hardwork.
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