A love story with some mysteries obsession and sacrifices for love... A man completely obsessed with a girl and did everything to protect her from his rivals and world... #rivalstolovers #enemiestolovers #mystery #thriller #darkromance

A Pakistani biker boy fell in love with an Indian Muslim author girl.. and he came to India just to find her 💌✨

"Mujhe jhelna mushkil hai, Nader," she said with a smile while her gaze was fixed on the table. ("It's difficult to tolerate me, Nader") "Main jhel lunga," I replied. ("I'll manage") She looked up towards me, then continued. "Mai khubsurat nahi hoon," she said. ("I'm not beautiful") "Mere liye behad khubsurat ho," I replied ("You're incredibly beautiful, for me") "Mujhe bahut jaldi gussa aata hai," she said. ("I get angry very quickly") "Mai seh lunga," I replied, looking at her. ("I'll endure it") "Mujhe bahut jaldi rona aa jata hai", she said. ("I cry very quickly") "Main apna kanda deh dunga, aap apna sar rakkhe ro lena", I replied. ( " I'll give you my shoulders, to cry freely keeping your head on it") "Mai choti choti baat mein, naraaz ho jaati hoon", She said. ("I get upset over little things,") "Mai manalunga," I said. ("I'll convince you,") "Mere haath seh chize tuth jaati hai", she said. ("Things break from my hands") "Mai naye la dunga", I replied. ("I'll replace them") "Mujhe aapse mohabbat hogayi hai, Nader", she said. ("I have fallen in love with you, Nader") "I-" Usne nazre niche jhukali. Get ready to be swept away by 'Heartstrings,' where the tangled web of relationships is spun with threads of forbidden love, enemies-to-lovers, love at first sight, and a captivating love triangle. Join me on this rollercoaster of love, betrayal, and redemption that will tug at your heartstrings until the very last page."

A story where a girl would do anything to get rid of her studies including getting married with a Mafia king but fate played opposite of it even after getting married she had to continue her studies.... Y/n: but u said I don't have to study anymore Y/d: well that was lie Y/n: WHAT... u lied to me Y/d: yes and I know now that u are with JUNGKOOK u will do a lot better in ur studies . . . . . Y/n: sometimes it feels like that after he was born instead of honey they feed him coffee that is why he's so cold and rude always talking bitterly JK: oh so I always talk bitterly huh.... Y/n: d-daddy... JK: princess didn't u knew that back bitching is a bad thing and u shouldn't do that Y/n: I a-am sorry..... _______________________ ⚠ the female lead in this story is childish and immature so if u don't like this type of stories than stay out. ⚠

❝SHUT UP KIM Y/N!!❞She flinched, as i suddenly burst out, ❝YOU ARE STILL A FVCKING SMALL KID!!❞A loud sob escaped from her mouth, ❝JUST GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I WILL DO SOMETHING AND REGRET IT LATER!❞I averted my gaze away from her in order to ignore her glossy eyes, ❝I SAID GET OUT!!❞i roared, i can hear her footsteps, she is going out, but instead of door opening and closing, i heard a *THUD*, i turned around Only to witness my wife sobbing on the floor, holding her head, 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑!!?!!?. 𝖬𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 c𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍⚠︎ Started in 23/6/2021 Completed. * It's all just a fanfiction, it has nothing to do with the idols character, thank you.

𝐙𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 is known for her infectious smile and playful nature, making her beloved by everyone. When she is arranged to marry the wealthy and successful businessman 𝐙𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤, she discovers that he is a complex and enigmatic figure. Zaidan's reserved and mysterious nature adds an air of intrigue to their relationship. Zehra finds it fascinating how he keeps his emotions to himself and has secrets yet to be shared. It creates a sense of curiosity in her, wanting to know more about him. As their story unfolds, Zaidan starts to show affection towards Zehra, surprising her with his hidden depths. While he still maintains his enigmatic nature, Zehra realizes that there is more to him than meets the eye. However, when she discovers a secret and realizes that he lied to her about something, she decides she's had enough and leaves Zaidan. This realization hits Zaidan hard, and he realizes that he can't live without her. He becomes determined to win her back, willing to confront his past and reveal his deepest secrets to prove his love for her. In this gripping romance novel, two people from different worlds must navigate the challenges of love, trust, and forgiveness in order to find their happily ever after. Will Zaidan be able to overcome his past and win back Zehra's love, or will their love be lost forever? Unravel the hidden secrets of "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞" within these pages. -- A captivating love story with Muslim characters that is suitable for all readers. Please read the disclaimer first for any potential trigger warnings. -- •DUAL POV• •ARRANGE MARRIAGE• •HALAL ROMANCE• •HAPPY ENDING• -- Join and be a part of this story. Hope it won't disappoint you ♡ *** HAPPY READING!! ❣️

#ʙᴏᴏᴋ-1 ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛy ᴀᴀʀɪᴢ ᴋʜᴀɴ x ꜱᴀɪʀᴀ ᴋʜᴀɴ ~ The moment they reached the Khan Mansion, Aariz didn't even bother to hit the brakes properly. He drove the car straight into the garden, the tires ripping through the green, people scattering and screaming in horror as the car hurtled straight toward the wedding aisle like a raging bull. Inside, Qazi Sahib had been waiting patiently for over thirty minutes. Saira hadn't uttered a single word, her lips sealed, her eyes on the door, silently praying for someone who never came... Until now. The sound of the engine roared into the wedding hall, and she saw him-her Aariz. A slow, stunned smile tugged at her lips. Everyone stood up. The wedding came to a halt. Aariz slammed the car door open and walked out with thunder in his steps. His black shirt's top three buttons open, hair disheveled-eyes glowing like hellfire. In his right hand, a gun, straight and deadly, pointed at Rehan. "STOP THIS WEDDING..." he growled, his voice deeper than death itself, "...or I will turn this hall into blood bath" A gasp erupted across the crowd. Without another second wasted, Aariz pressed the trigger. The bullet tore through the air. But at the last second, Ayaaz pushed his arm upward and the shot went flying into the air. People screamed and ducked. Chaos. "Aariz! Control, dammit!" Ayaaz shouted, voice shaking. Aariz's face snapped toward him, madness swimming in his bloodshot eyes. "How do you expect me to CONTROL MYSELF when this ba**ard dares to marry MY WIFE?!" Saira's eyes widened. My wife? But... hadn't he signed the papers?

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

[taekookau] "When the war is over, we'll get married and I'll grow flowers like you, and our story will be one of the most beautiful love tales in the universe." - a letter found in the pocket of a dead soldier ; Captain Jungkook Jeon, 1895.

" So, the first class monitors of first grade will be.......Kian and Ruanika!" And just like that, a beautiful bond between two souls had entwined. But little did they know that the very same bond would cause turmoil in their lives? She hates him and yet can't move on from him. He loves her and yet can't make her his. Who's at fault? Well none. Because many times, what you hear or see by yourself can be fake too. It all depends on the perspective.And the very same perspective can cause many destruction. Presenting you all the tale of love, jealousy and misbelief.