Scandalous Dubai
- LECTURES 312
- Votes 5
- Chapitres 2
NAYA
Naya had never felt the desert heat as she had today. She tied her long black hair back
as sweat trickled down her tanned skin. Naya found herself tear eyed as
she walked towards the airport doors. She sighed already missing every corner
of Dubai’s streets. If it were up to her she would be laying out on Jumeirah
beach getting the perfect summer tan while indulging in a fruity cocktail. Instead,
reality had hit her as she walked through the busy airport searching for the
check-in counters.
Relieved that she wouldn’t have to go through the long line filled with middle-aged
expats and their children, Naya found her way to the first class counter. After
three long successful years at her job she was able to splurge on a first class
ticket. As she handed her passport to the lady at the counter, she noticed an
Emirati woman walking by in her long silk black abaya clutching on to her
limited edition chalk black Prada tote you would only be able to get through
connections without being on a year long waiting list. Tears filled Naya’s eyes
as she realized she would no longer have the privileges and luxuries she had gotten
used to. That was one of the perks of being the personal stylist of a Sheika
from the royal family.
"Too late now" she thought as she tried to block the unfortunate events that led to the end of the life she had worked hard to establish.
Bursting with emotions and trying to contain her anger, Naya picked up her Louis Vuitton carry on careful not to stumble in her Louboutin platforms as she walked towards airport security.
"This was it" she thought, she was about to board a 16-hour flight to the United States and leave
everything she loved behind.
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Dancing to his tunes
"Darling, I understand you are butt-hurt at losing the tender but don't blame me for your impulsiveness and incompetence in handling business dealings, we all know you aren't cut out for the business world. The problem is that you never learn, but don't worry sweetheart, because this time, I'll take it upon myself to teach you all the lessons that will help you navigate effortlessly your way through the business world." Those words hurt Anabia more than she'd liked to admit. "No thanks, I don't want anything to do with you. I know I'm no comparison to you for you are sharp, calculative, and manipulative a businessman but I know without a doubt that you are deliberately meddling in my business and trying to sabotage it." "You don't have any proof sweetheart and even if I do admit I'm meddling in your affairs what will you do?" Aaron shot back. "Why are you doing it?" Anabia asked frustrated. "It wouldn't be wrong to say, I get pleasure in winning, and well who doesn't enjoy their victory," he quirked his brow and smirked. Anabia was disgusted by him yet again, but more so, she was angry at herself for barging into his office for explanations when she should have known that it would be futile. Aaron would never leave a chance to rub in her face how he has always won. Before he could humiliate her further, she decided to leave. However, seeing Anabia leave, Aaron got angry because he expected her to fight, to argue with him, and to give him the attention that he was used to, so he mocked her once more, "Leaving again like the coward you are? What are you gonna do pack up again and leave for Pakistan like a sore loser?" "Better a loser than a cheat, liar, and traitor like you." Anabia retorted with misty eyes as she made a beeline for the door without a backward glance for she knew she would break down any moment and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of affecting her even after 3 years. ♚♛♜♝♞♟|♙♘♗♖♕♔
Love ~ The Sweet Entrapment(Ongoing)
Start - 28.5.2024 He's a billionaire with the world at his feet, finds himself in a realm where time stands still. There she is, draped in the splendor of her bridal finery, an ethereal beauty that stirs his soul. He gazes upon her, his mind a whirlwind of disbelief and longing- "Will she be his at last, or is she a celestial apparition destined to vanish at his yearning grasp?" His thoughts race "will she truly become his, or is she a mirage that will dissipate at his touch?" 'Please tell me "Mi Querida"'. ________(◍•ᴗ•◍) ________ In stark contrast, the second scene paints a chilling tableau. The air is pierced by the sound of water, a relentless downpour that drowns all but the most sinister of intentions. Her, innocent and unaware, is ensnared in the vulnerability of the shower's embrace. Outside, a figure looms, He, the enigmatic man with a past as shadowy as the smile he wears. Leaning against the cool glass, his gaze fixed on the unsuspecting girl, he lets out a puff of smoke that mingles with the morning mist. "You've danced right into my web," he thinks, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Escape? From me? Oh, 'Mi Pequeña Asesina', the game has only just begun." He smirk. (With each turn of the page, 'Love - The Sweet Entrapment' promises a journey where passion intertwines with peril, and where every choice could be a step toward ecstasy or a descent into the abyss, is a tale that weaves together the threads of romance, suspense, and mystery, where every heart hides a secret, and every smile masks a strategy. It's a story that promises to captivate readers, leaving them questioning the very nature of love-is it a sanctuary or a subtle trap? It's a narrative that will ensnare the reader, holding them captive to the very last word)
My Husband's Twin ✅
Ducking away, she ran out of Hajia's living room with a loving smile on her lips. She banged her head on a broad chest that gave her a souvenir of a scent, just as juicy as her husband's. She knew he was the one, her Twin kept to his words. Not looking up to his face, she wrapped her hands around his waist and nuzzled her face deep into his chest, chuckling. "I missed you so much, Hassan. I was just moving in that kitchen fah, but your thoughts were a second away from making me crazy!" She lifted up her legs and planted a smooch on his left cheek. Roughly, she was peeled off his chest and a certain longing of his warmth seeped within her. That was bad. What happened to him? He left looking all loving, had she done something wrong? She looked into his eye level, lifting her face completely because of their height different. This is her husband, but why the hard face and the frown? Is this a frank? He didn't missed her? Or was he pulling her legs? Nadia's thoughts were put into a halt when he opened his mouth, he sounded exactly as her husband would, just the words differed. "I'm Hussain!" It was her husband's twin! Not even a single mark was there on their faces to help her differ between the cheerful Hassan and a grumpy Hussain. She felt her limbs gone weak as he walked past her. • What would happen when Nadia keeps mistaking her husband for her Husband's twin? I'm loving this much! I'm sure you would too!Terminé
UNCONDITIONAL
"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.Terminé
Guilted: Wars Against The Past (Editing)
The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]Terminé
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝑆𝑢𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑛
"𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ☆ 𝑹𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒌, was never meant to feel. Heir to a billion-dollar empire, he has everything the world envies-wealth, power, and a reputation built on silence and steel. He's known for being a colder heart, and a heartbreak artist, however, he does have a soft spot for selective people. He has a set of unbreakable rules-no attachments, no feelings, and no commitments. He takes what's his, keeps his distance, and never lets anyone get close enough to break him. ☆ 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧 is nothing like the world he comes from-calm, compassionate, and quietly strong. A dedicated university student with a soul like a soft daisy blooming through concrete, she's the kind of girl who helps strangers and sees beauty in brokenness. But even her warmth hides its own shadows. They're from different worlds-always at odds, constantly clashing. And yet, something keeps pulling them together. Something deeper than hatred, louder than silence. A storm that neither of them is ready to name. As their paths intertwine, old memories resurface and secrets begin to stir. Beneath the fights and pride, both of them are searching for the same thing- sukoon. Peace. But some hearts don't calm the storm... they become it. Will they fight their past-or repeat it? [Highest Rank: #3 in peace, #1 in suggestions and #1 in dedication #13 in jealousy]
Veiled Love (Completed)
They say some hearts recognize each other before eyes ever meet. Before I knew your name, my soul had already whispered it in sujood. Before I saw your face, my heart had painted it in every quiet moment of longing. And when fate finally let our paths cross, it felt less like meeting you... and more like remembering you. Alayna Shaikh Warm-hearted and quietly steadfast, Alayna carries a sincerity that lingers long after her smile fades. Raised in a small Pakistani village steeped in tradition, her childhood was wrapped in familiarity and faith. But at ten, everything changed when her family moved to Qatar, a world of opportunity that came with its own quiet ache. When the noise of adjustment grew heavy, Alayna found solace in faith. She pursued Islamic Studies in South Africa, spending eight years away from home years that shaped her into a woman of depth, grace, and unshakable belief. Now back in Qatar, she finds her thoughts drawn to someone she has never truly known a presence that lingers in her heart like a prayer unanswered. Aamir Al Qasim Born into privilege and legacy, Aamir's life was carved by expectation. With piercing hazel eyes that hold both warmth and restraint, and a calm strength that speaks louder than words, he embodies the balance between confidence and humility. Despite the ease of wealth, he guards himself against pride, anchoring his soul in the remembrance of Allah. But when a fleeting encounter with a modest young woman stirs something within him something he cannot name nor dismiss, Aamir finds himself haunted by her absence. He searches for her everywhere, yet destiny seems to keep her just beyond reach. When two souls are written for each other, time bends, hearts ache, and prayers begin to take shape. Will fate finally weave Alayna and Aamir's paths together or will the unseen tests of life pull them apart before they ever truly meet?Terminé
LET ME LOVE YOU
"I know all these cheap tricks you miscreants pull in the name of your disgusting jealousy. I wonder which motivational post you read that made you think you actually have a right to claim me as yours" he laughed, bitterly before looking into my eyes again "Aya, I never loved you, I don't love you, and I will never ever love you, so just rest for goodness sake, this is so embarrassing" With great difficulty, I swallowed the lump in my throat and mustered the strength to strike back "hafeez kenan! I wish I cared, I really do wish I cared about...everything! I'm glad to know that you don't either, but let me just warn you, you are in bondage, better free yourself before it's too late" with that, I walked out, slamming the heavy wooden door behind me as a lone tear escaped from my eye. Meet Aya Muhammad Yusi, a fulani bombshell who gives beauty a new meaning. Being a public figure and famous media personality changed nothing about her being a calm and collected modest young woman who put happiness and peace of mind above anything else. But, when things took a drastic U-turn in her love life, Aya was forced to marry AbdulHafeez Ahmad Talba, an arrogant, almost always grumpy stud approaching billionairehood. Being polar opposite, the twists and turns don't seem to have an end. do you think they will finally find their express way? Or forever remain stuck in that one pothole? Read to find out ❤️
Loving Mr. Cavalier
When Liliana signed up to become a private flight attendant, she believed she had a general idea of what the job entailed. Strictly professional. What she didn't expect was for the mysterious, strict, straightforward Mr. Cavalier to take an interest in her outspoken yet naïve nature. With a stubborn billionaire refusing to take 'No' for an answer, Liliana finds herself on a ride of a lifetime, filled with heated close encounters, daring conversations, not to mention a dash of drama. Will Liliana be able to withstand Mr. Cavalier's lusty and endless pursuit? Or will the outspoken hostess reject the hot billionaire once and for all? __________________________________ He didn't speak. He never spoke. I knew that he was able to speak, but whenever I was around it seemed that I was the only one speaking. He didn't seem to enjoy my presence, but then again that wouldn't be true given that he requested for me to host, on my day off. His eyes were not friendly, his jaw and lips that never smiled told me to always be on guard. I could always feel his eyes on me, and I know its him, or else my heart wouldn't be acting the way it was. ... And yet, here I am, patting down the wrinkles on my skirt, as his car approached the Jet. I was rather angry. It was my day off. I wasn't even on call. I told Jenna that I wouldn't come in today and that he'd have to find someone else. Apparently this man didn't take "No" for an answer. He had his personal body guard arrive at my door, and I wouldn't be too surprised as to how he got my address. The scary man was ready to drag me from my house, I was driven to his private Aircraft and now I had to play hostess. When he stepped out of the car, his eyes looked up to me. Had he smiled or even acknowledged my presence, maybe I would be free to assume that he was happy to see me.Terminé
MAFIA'S HALAL LOVE
🤍 #1 Series of ATATURK family ♦ ★★★ She signed , folding her hands around her waist " why are you chasing me all the time , what do you want from me " she almost shouted He stared into her eyes and leaned to her level , yeah she was too short in front of him "Marry me " ,his voice echoed in the corridor She got startled by sudden proposal but managed herself And took out a card from her pocket and said " this is my friends psycologists card , she will surely help you ...... You should visit her " with a concerned tone , he glared at her but she ignored it royally ,and walked away . . . A story about a turkish man , who is forcing a hijabi girl for a contract marriage becoz of his dad . . . ASLAN ATATURK a hidden mafia of turkey and the biggest business man , cold hearted person and had a control all over the media and journalists in his hand and blessed with grey siren devil eyes which can make everyone scare ..and after contracted marriage he is scared to fall in love with her . . INAYA KHAN a famous surgeon from India ARRIVED IN Turkey for surgeries but got stuck with him ... She is a introvert and sometimes savage but she knows how to handle typical men and is blessed with the most beautiful black eyes and after contract marriage she is forbidden to fall in love with him .. . Tropes:✨ * Contract marriage * Coldxsavage * Suspense * Misunderstanding * Billionoire romance * Chotic duo * His mission * Separation * Happy ending .. . * Please kindly ignore my grammatical mistakes * English is not my first language * You can give a chance to this story let's join this adventurous story of ASLAN ATATURK and INAYA KHAN . . non muslims are invited 🎉 . . .___________________________________________ please vote , comment ~ rubyTerminé
"Darling, I understand you are butt-hurt at losing the tender but don't blame me for your impulsiveness and incompetence in handling business dealings, we all know you aren't cut out for the business world. The problem is that you never learn, but don't worry sweetheart, because this time, I'll take it upon myself to teach you all the lessons that will help you navigate effortlessly your way through the business world." Those words hurt Anabia more than she'd liked to admit. "No thanks, I don't want anything to do with you. I know I'm no comparison to you for you are sharp, calculative, and manipulative a businessman but I know without a doubt that you are deliberately meddling in my business and trying to sabotage it." "You don't have any proof sweetheart and even if I do admit I'm meddling in your affairs what will you do?" Aaron shot back. "Why are you doing it?" Anabia asked frustrated. "It wouldn't be wrong to say, I get pleasure in winning, and well who doesn't enjoy their victory," he quirked his brow and smirked. Anabia was disgusted by him yet again, but more so, she was angry at herself for barging into his office for explanations when she should have known that it would be futile. Aaron would never leave a chance to rub in her face how he has always won. Before he could humiliate her further, she decided to leave. However, seeing Anabia leave, Aaron got angry because he expected her to fight, to argue with him, and to give him the attention that he was used to, so he mocked her once more, "Leaving again like the coward you are? What are you gonna do pack up again and leave for Pakistan like a sore loser?" "Better a loser than a cheat, liar, and traitor like you." Anabia retorted with misty eyes as she made a beeline for the door without a backward glance for she knew she would break down any moment and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of affecting her even after 3 years. ♚♛♜♝♞♟|♙♘♗♖♕♔
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