MR. MAFIA (ON- HOLD)
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''Ya Allah mujay bi koi banda day day ya allah..... single hi merna ha mainay kya????''
Inaya prayed
''ya allah aisa koi banda jo siraf mera ho ya rabb siraf mera uss ki ankhain, uss ka dill, uss ka dimag, uss ka jisam siraf aor siraf meray lia ho siraf meray lia''
she prayed again in front of her lord in her sajda
''Ya Allah jaisay Wattpad ki kahaniyoon main eik hero hota mafia wala waisa hi koi... nahi balkay wo Moosa jaisa koi Allah jaisay wo soft, gentle, caring, Handsome ha bilkul waisay hi Ameen ''
She prayed and fold her prayer mat and slept peacefully knowing her prayer would be accepted someday
Inaya and her prayers continued for a long time. Her every prayer consisted of this dua like this was mandatory for her existence, and Allah finally accepted her prayers.
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Shattered Chains
"I am sorry. I thought it would lessen your headache without medicine. Too many medicines are dangerous, and you eat too many. I am sorry. Please don't hit me! I won't repeat it. I am sorry." Amira just spoke without waiting, closing her eyes. "You regret helping me out or helping me out while I was sober?" She looked at Ali shocked, whose stern gaze was at her face. "I... I do not re... regret!" She stammered, feeling uneasy. He took an envelope and passed it to her. "Sign it and give it to me. I will submit it." Amira looked shocked at him. ─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── A smile covered her lips while her heart was in a different situation. Another book reached its happily ever after. And then there's her, waiting for the phase of pain to end, where things start turning just right. 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐟𝐳𝐚𝐥 - Not perfect but beautiful. An introvert book lover, surrounded by silence and pain in the name of humans. ─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── You may shut your lips tight and smile to hide what your heart wants to say, but your eyes don't fail to convey your words! 𝐀𝐥𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐫 - Forced into a marriage he did not desire. Perfection with bad habits, he should be avoiding. Being the youngest son, he's pampered a lot.
His Sin To Keep(18+)
"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.
Ishq Junoon ✓
Kehte hain pehla pyaar kabhi bhulaye nahi bhulta par wo toh uska pehla aur aakhiri pyaar thi ya shyd uska junoon ban chuki thi toh wo usse kaise kahi jaane de sakta tha. Fardan Shehriyaar jo Shehriyaar Industries ka maalik tha jisse sab mafia ki duniya me Shadow King kehte the uski nazar padti hai Faiza Amani pr jo apni zindagi se bezaar thi ya shayad usne kabhi kisi ki mohabbat na dekhi thi isliye jeena jaanti nahi thi. Fardan ka junooni ishq Faiza ke liye jeene ki ek nayi wajah banega ya phir marni ki. Fardan ki mohabbat se Faiza ki zindagi sanwar jayegi ya bigad jayegi? Har kisi ki zindagi ke apne apne raaz hote hain aur ye raaz jab khul kar aate hain toh kuch ache rishte bhi toot jaate hain ya kabhi toote rishte bhi judd jaate hain. Ab inki kahani mein kya hoga? Kya Fardan sach me Faiza se ishq kar baitha tha ya phir ye bas ek dikhawa tha? Kahin uski mohabbat ke picche koi maqsad toh nahi? Faiza ke mann me aise hazaar sawaal aate hain jab wo achanak se usse pehli baar dekhte hi usse shaadi kar leta hai. Aiyye Jaante Hain Dhoke Aur Nafrat Se Ishq Junoon Ka Safar. Checkout the English version of this story: Love Obsession Troupes: Multi Couple Story, Enemies To Lovers, Mafia Boy × Innocent Girl, Stalker, He Fell First And Harder, Age Gap (6years), She Fell First And He Fell Harder, He Fell First And She Fell Harder, Forced Marriage & Second Chance. This book is currently under editing, but you can still read it. I just need to correct a few spelling mistakes or places where I accidentally wrote a word twice due to auto-correct. **Note:** I don't write mature stories. So, if you're expecting explicit romance, kindly reconsider reading this book. I'm an old-school person who appreciates pure, classic romance from the 80s.. Follow me on Instagram: @happyfairy7_ https://www.instagram.com/happyfairy7_?igsh=MXNra2Jqb2NpMWVqeA==Dokončeno
His Hidden Crush
Phupo's face twisted in fury. "Who is she to you that you keep hitting my son for her? What has she done to you? She's just a characterless whore! No one will marry this girl now!" Her words hit me like a blade. Characterless. My vision blurred. My throat burned. My entire body was on fire, yet completely numb. I tried to shake my head, to form words to defend myself but nothing came out. Then, I heard it. "Mein karun ga isse shadi." Everything stopped. The breath in my lungs disappeared. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would break free from my chest. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨:~ • Age gap (6 years) • Billionaire romance • Possessive & morally gray MMC • Touch-her-and-die MMC • He fell first, he fell harder • Slow burn • Secret mafia • Protective impulsive proposal • Cousins-to-lovers • Found family
Beauty & Beast
#1 in Urdu. THANK You guys for all the love. Warning ahead: The story contains violence and abusive language. Slow burn.. snippet of Story: Her heart was beating so hard that she could hear every beat clearly. He was so close to her and she had nowhere to run. And then he started coming closer, his warm breaths were falling on her lips. She could smell a faint cinnamon like smell. Suddenly she felt his hand on her waist pinning her on the wall. 'Please, leave me be' she whispered. He kept staring her lips, His red eyes were frightening her. 'Didn't I tell you to stay away from me? Are you trying to tease me? When I try to touch you, you don't let me. When I tell you to stay away, you don't seem to do that either. Now whatever will happen with you tonight will entirely be your fault.' He suddenly picked her up with ease and started walking towards bed. She was crying and trying to push his muscular body but of no use. He was too overpowering. A lamb in the lap of Lion.
Mine To Be Called ✓
Wearing that bridal dress again is a disaster for her because of the crippling guilt. He asks her to wear her nikkah dress if she wishes to meet her parents. Perhaps he is looking out to make a point to them that now she was his. He enters the room and finds her standing near the window, Cladded in her bridal dress which was enough as a mark to tell everyone that she is his. She turns around. For the first time today, he doesn't find the hatred seeping into his eyes for her. Instead, her shining green orbs seems hurt. "Why did you make me wear this dress again?" She inquires. He shrugs his shoulders confidently. "To make a point in front of your family that you are mine and no one, including them, is allowed to mess up with what's mine." "What am I supposed to do then?" "You are now going to stay at your parents's place till I get my own family to accept our nikkah, which they will do eventually. Then they will come to your house, meet your parents and we'll get married in a proper ceremony. You got a promise from me to get the status, respect, and honor of my wife from everyone, and you'll ultimately get that," he informs her truthfully. "What will you tell my parents about all this? And what am I supposed to inform them? And..." She trails off when something hit her mind. She quickly looks back at him. "Don't tell me that you will put the total blame on me. That...that I fled from my house to marry you." "I am not a coward who would ask a woman to leave whatever she had behind to marry me. I loved you openly. I married you openly too. And I'll make you get the status of my wife openly and fearlessly too. I ain't a scared loser who would hide myself behind a woman. I'll tell everyone the truth," he almost roars. She doesn't know why she liked whatever he spoke even though it is wrong on so many levels. Start Date: 06.06.2024 End Date: 23.11.2024Dokončeno
𝐀𝐀𝐊𝐇𝐑𝐈 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐..
Here I m standing with tears in my eyes wearing the heavy bridal lehenga, It was my wedding day, in which I dreamt to be the most special day of my life but here situation is opposite and today is the worst day of my life or my worst days started, He hold my arm with his palm and pushed me in the center of huge lavish hall, I landed on my knees and with the support of my hands i prevented myself for falling more. The voice of my scream echoed in whole hall, soon the family members witness me and the situation.. "Kaun hai yeh ladki, Tahir" a middle aged woman spoke with little harsh tone. He was about to say something but again someone spoke and this time it was a young girly voice, "Tumne isse shadi karli, hum dono shadi karne wale the n" her voice showed only anger and disappointment I can't belive that he was the same person whom I called my love. He is the one who ruined my life, my everything. He didn't left my heart broken but shattered. He didn't only enjoy my pain but my body too. He didn't ruined me but destroyed me. ____ "Sign karo yeh divorce paper aur dafa ho jao, hamare ghar se" the same middle aged voice ordered me. I started at him but he looks least bothered here, his signing column is empty but I m sure he will the happiest person after signing it. He is standing beside the girl whom he was going to get married a long ago. But they don't know that his blood is also growing inside me, the heir of this house who will be having their surname after his name After signing the papers i step out after looking at him with tears and left. Everything ended up! ____ She just dreamt to be with him but he made her dream as nightmare. The story only of revenge where she loves him and he hates her..he just want to make her suffer the worst. In this story where everything represents revenge, is there any chance of love? Will she get his love? #WILL EDIT THIS SOON. TOLERATE PLEASE#Dokončeno
Interfaith Love
1st Book in 'Interfaith Series'. Both have blood on themselves, the only difference is that, one's is due to giving life while other's is due to taking it... Ahaan Singh Rathore, rich cold arrogant dangerous, all these words are very few to describe who he really is. Inaya Khan, beautiful sweet and excellent doctor. kind hearted with broken soul. He is adept in killing. She was expert in saving lives. He makes other bleed. She cures others wounds. He like to torture others. She can't bear to see anyone's pain. Contrasting personalities, different religion, will they survive or this interfaith love will end both of them. . . . "what an irony, blood on her dress is because she saved someone while blood on his shirt is because he killed someone... " . . . "Do you want to get married to Malik?" he looked straight to me. I was looking at him throw my dupatta. I didn't knew what to say. Is he asking for my approval but why??? "Tell my Inaya, Is this marriage happening with your approval. Because as far as I know, they won't let you work after marriage and the girl who without any fear can stand in front of anyone to save someone's life then, she won't let a marriage stop her from performing her duties." His words got me hard. He understood what I wanted. He did what my family never did for me. With tears in my eyes I shook my head in no.Dokončeno
My You- a beautiful accident
Replaced Groom - Forced marriage Inaya: "What happened, Mama?". "Inaya Bacha, listen to me carefully about what I am saying, and don't panic, okay?" She is worrying as if the groom runs away,...... what if he......., wouldn't it be fun? "Inaya.... Adam he is nowhere to be found. Everyone looked for him, but we couldn't find him." What!!! OH. MY. GOD. Why didn't I ask for something else, Allah Ge? Control, control, Inaya control. Anyone can tell how excited you are. This is not a TV show. It's real life, STUPID....... We have to replace the groom. What the hell do they think of me? Am I a puppet to them, whom they can use whenever they want to? This is not going to happen ever. Here, I was walking towards the stage with a straight face, and being the bride of the groom's brother..... Ayan:- I enter my elder brother's room, who is getting married today. Mom sent me to call him, but he was nowhere to be found. Every single guest was there waiting for the function to get started. Where the hell did Adam go? Out of nowhere, after half an hour, I was standing in the groom's attire. Married to a woman who was my brother's fiancée. Will they get along, or will they separate because their personalities clash and they are fed up with this forced marriage? Disclaimer: The characters in the book are Muslims, but the story is not Islamic, so don't expect the characters to be perfect. Started: 28-Nov-2023 Completed:
Her Step Husband ✓
••|3rd in Arranged Series|•• Can be read as a standalone I always find myself getting mesmerized by him. And today is no different. As I come into the corridor leading to the swimming pool with his favorite fresh orange juice, I am stunned by the sight in front of me. Stun is perhaps a small word. I am shocked, surprised, dazed, hypnotized, and bewitched by it. Do I do something really good in a while? Maybe Allah sometimes gives you a ton even without that. My prayers, my fascination, and my mind has always been filled with him. No doubt, I was lucky enough to behold this scene. My blood gets frozen in my veins as it can't even bring a blush to my cheeks. I am in an enchantment. He just performs a butterfly stroke and the way his beautiful and muscular back contrasts with the blue water, makes my jaw drop. He finally gets done with his daily swimming time and comes out of the water. His wet hair is stuck to his scalp and forehead. The water is dribbling through his hair, eyelids, and attractive beard. My breath gets stuck in my throat when he sweeps his hair away by his veiny hands. Allah, this is too much. When he stands up, his bare, sturdy, and muscular chest was all I can see. He grabs the towel and dries his body with it. When he reaches near me, I mum. He is just in his swimming shorts, looking so handsome. He is in his full glory and that is my weak point. "Earth to, Glasses." He snaps his fingers in front of her face. "I know I am a sight to behold but your eyes might get tired like this." The blood finally starts moving again. A flush soon creeps on my cheeks as he takes the glass of juice from me which causes his fingers to brush against my hand. I am doomed. That is for sure. Start Date: 04.03.2024 End Date: 31.05.2024Dokončeno
"I am sorry. I thought it would lessen your headache without medicine. Too many medicines are dangerous, and you eat too many. I am sorry. Please don't hit me! I won't repeat it. I am sorry." Amira just spoke without waiting, closing her eyes. "You regret helping me out or helping me out while I was sober?" She looked at Ali shocked, whose stern gaze was at her face. "I... I do not re... regret!" She stammered, feeling uneasy. He took an envelope and passed it to her. "Sign it and give it to me. I will submit it." Amira looked shocked at him. ─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── A smile covered her lips while her heart was in a different situation. Another book reached its happily ever after. And then there's her, waiting for the phase of pain to end, where things start turning just right. 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐟𝐳𝐚𝐥 - Not perfect but beautiful. An introvert book lover, surrounded by silence and pain in the name of humans. ─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── You may shut your lips tight and smile to hide what your heart wants to say, but your eyes don't fail to convey your words! 𝐀𝐥𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐫 - Forced into a marriage he did not desire. Perfection with bad habits, he should be avoiding. Being the youngest son, he's pampered a lot.
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