"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

~ politics drove them together, but betrayals may tear them apart ~ In the high spirited kingdom of Sindh Sabat, Princess Zartashiya's life takes an unexpected turn when she is married off to the inexplicable General Shah. What starts as a union under the guise of a mere political arrangement orchestrated by Zartashiya's father, the king, soon unravels a tapestry of secrets, betrayals, and hidden motives. In the face of adversity, Zartashiya must find her strength -a tale echoing like a bright star in the constellation of Sindh Sabat's destiny.

He shut every door of hope for her... only to become the last door she could knock on. Kanak Agarwal, an Indian Army Captain, is accused of betraying her country, an accusation that costs the nation its finest officer, Captain Shashwat Rajvansh. Hated and misunderstood since childhood, judged by everyone she ever met, Kanak still chose to rise, and to prove herself. Now, trapped under the weight of humiliation and false accusations, she struggles to keep herself from drowning. Just when she tries to surface, there is a hand that pushes her back into the depths... Vihaan Mittal, a reputed lawyer chosen to fight the case against her. Having recently faced the brutal truth about his own father, Vihaan's faith in human nature has shattered completely. Regretting the mistake of trusting his father once again, he vows never to trust a snake twice. To him, people do not change, they only learn how to hide better. Vihaan feels foolish for ever believing in redemption. And when he watches his brother drown in guilt after losing his best friend, Vihaan decides to deliver justice.

Vengeance || انتقام Amal had always known she would get married to a man who would benefit her father most. To a man who was harsh, and treated her no less than an object. So all she wished for was a man who was tolerable and agreed to her basic conditions. That was until he came... Khizr. He was the one who asked if she had any questions. He allowed her to ask when others saw her voice itself as an inconvenience. He was calm, confident and polite. Much more than what she asked for. Or so she thought. She had forgotten that in her world even kindness could be a bait. Everything was bait, meant to satisfy vengeance in the world of wealth and influence. ______ Khizr & Amal. ______ |Dark Romance| Will be deleted once complete.

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. Forced into a Bratva marriage to settle a blood debt, Alina is delivered to the Reznikov estate like an offering - silent, soft-spoken, and smart enough to know that survival means obedience. Aleksei Reznikov is the coldest man she's ever met. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't touch her. He barely looks at her. But beneath his stillness lies a storm. He rules with silence, kills with precision, and makes promises in Russian that chill her to the bone. He tells her not to run. That she belongs to him now. That if she disobeys, he won't raise a hand - he'll break her with nothing but words. But as walls crumble and secrets unravel, the most dangerous thing of all isn't the violence outside their gates. It's the quiet pull between a girl who was never supposed to matter... And the man who swore he wouldn't feel. A slow-burn, dark arranged marriage romance. He's a Bratva heir. She's his obligation. So why is he starting to look at her like she's everything? 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ༺༒︎༻ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✓ 𝟔𝟒 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Two years ago, Laiba Hayat Hussain was abandoned by her father over something she never did. The man responsible for this grave misunderstanding got away with it, but that night, Laiba's life changed forever. Homeless and helpless, she knocked on the door of the only person she knew in town - Sarah Ahmed, her best friend. Sarah Ahmed and her father, Haider Ahmed, took Laiba in. They not only gave her a place to stay but treated her as if she were one of their own. They took her to Dehradun, where she spent the most peaceful two years of her life. But when a proposal came her way, Haider Ahmed decided it was time for her to get married. However, it seemed that Allah had other plans for her. They say things get worse before they get better, but for Laiba, they only seemed to get worse. This is the story of a girl who is tested by Allah (SWT) over and over again. Read Damsel in Distress to find out how Laiba navigates the adversities of life through patience and prayer and how her patience and prayers lead her to her 'yusr' (ease after hardship). Trope: ✓ marriage of convenience ✓ hate-to-love ✓ slow-burn ✓ Muslim characters/love story ✓ Bad boy/good girl ✓ Second chance ✓ Billionaire romance Characters: Laiba Hayat Hussain(female protagonist) Sarah Haider Ahmed(best friend of Laiba) Zeeshan Obeid Othman(male protagonist) Aariz Obeid Othman(second male protagonist and cousin of Zeeshan) Areesha Obeid Othman(twin of Aariz) Burhaan Obeid Othman(Younger brother of Aariz) Habeeba Qadar(cousin of the Othmans) Maha Qadar (cousin of the Othmans) Essa Qadar(cousin of Othmans)

"All you need to know is prayers do work, and tables do turn." A gifted psychologist, with a quiet strength and unwavering belief in the Almighty. She's dedicated to healing broken souls, believes that even the most fiercely resistant hearts can be healed with care. -He's just another client resistant to therapy. I can help heal him. ..................................................................... "Sometimes we don't wish to heal because the pain is the last link to what we've lost." A cold, ruthless Mafia boss, haunted by a past that he clings onto like a lifeline. He's broken, dangerous, and utterly captivating. He doesn't like God, because he thinks God has taken everything away from him and left him in pain. Hates therapists and doctors. -She's just another therapist; she'll eventually give up on my case. I'll make sure she does. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Their worlds couldn't be more different; her life guided by faith and compassion, his lead by power and revenge. They weren't meant to fall; it was forbidden to feel anything. She saw the man behind the facade, he saw the woman behind the white coat. . He had given up faith in love and forever but after meeting her things changed. In the journey of finding God, he found love again. . They didn't plan to fall, but when they did everything fell apart. . A story of Love, Faith and the revival of hearts. Book 1 of the 'unattainable' series. A standalone book. All rights reserved.

A collection of some of my favourite muslim/desi romantic stories

Masks. Secrets. Lies. Love. Noor-us-Sabah Khan spent 15 years waiting for Zarrar Haider Mirza. When he finally returned home, the two found themselves to be outcasts in their own right, separated by lifestyles and beliefs. They, however, start to find themselves more similar to each other than they realized when masks around them start to come off. Their fates were written, and the ink had dried long back. But people often tend to forget that ink can bleed. ✨🎶 "Zaaya sapne, zaaya apne, zaaya meri chahatein hai. Zaaya sapne, zaaya apne, zaaya meri har khushi hai." 🎶✨ - Sajde | Faheem Abdullah & Huzaif Nazar