lailamehtaab
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You are MINE!
Short stories "You really don't know what I want Noor?" He whispers lowering his head to mine.
"I- I don't know."
"Should I tell you then?"
He brings his face dangerously close to mine. I quickly shook my head in negative, unable to find my voice.
"Why not?" He whispers again and I squeeze my eyes shut.
"Open your eyes Noor....look at me." and without realizing I open them.
"You know what I want right?" His tone suddenly change, I nodded.
"Then don't ask me again. Okay?" Again I nodded.
"That's my girl....... I love you Noor and you are mine only mine, remember that ....always"
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The line separating darkness and light is very thin, no one knows when they will stumble upon the other side. The same thing happened to him long ago, an incident and he was dragged into the other side of the world, but instead of being devoured by the darkness, he swallowed it. Ruling over the demons of the society he was no less of a demon to them, a demon that fell in love with the fairy of light, Noor.
Mahnoor, a cheerful young girl who suddenly finds herself imprisoned in a cage created by the most infamous man she knew, Moosa Khan. Who claimed to love her, but how can this fairy of light love back a demon?
And You became my Dawn
Short stories Ahmed Wali, a man in his late twenties, the heir of Wali Brothers, a famous name in the constructions companies of the country. Family, friends, wealth, looks, he was blessed with everything a person could dream of and just like any other person, he has his flaws. Hiding the part of his personality that seeks revenge for his part, he was living a full life. Showing off his wealth and power, he has the reputation of Casanova among his friend circle.
Sandal Khaleel, a girl in her early twenties, in a desperate search of a job to support her family as the sole earner. Burdened by an incident of past which turned her life upside down and the responsibilities of her family, she struggles to start a new life.
A story of a girl who lost her half family in a terrorist attack and a man who was wandering around in the darkness of the past. A job interview, a small deed of kindness and she was brought in front of Ahmed. Sandal, a girl with eyes so empty that he found the darkness in his heart brighter. Fighting their own demons, they find something unexpected. A ray of light in the darkness of night and they walked until the appearance of dawn, the end of a dark night and the beginning of a new day...
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Xiao Wang I have a deadly peanut allergy, but my fiancé Jason's childhood best friend Kelly thinks I'm just making a big deal out of nothing.
Under the guise of "treatment," she deliberately poured peanut oil into my soup, sending me straight to the ICU in anaphylactic shock.
And Jason didn't defend me at all — instead, he emotionally manipulated me, saying she "meant well."
While I was fighting for my life, they secretly moved away and stole my multi-million-dollar matcha café brand, putting Kelly in charge.
When I went to confront them, Jason's family surrounded me and threatened me — I couldn't leave unless I ate a bowl of noodles with peanut oil.
I was forced to eat that bowl of noodles, which resulted in a stomach perforation, and I nearly died again.
I couldn't understand how the man who once supported my dreams could watch me struggle in agony and still call me "hard to please."
In his eyes, my love and my life were worthless — nothing compared to his sick loyalty to her.
After the surgery, I didn't shed another tear.
I called my lawyer. Let the full-scale legal battle begin! Broken Hand, Unbroken Architect's Spirit
Priority I poured everything I had into it—staked my entire life's plan—all for one thing: building a perfect future with my fiancé. But everything I'd given my whole heart to, everything I'd raced toward with everything I had, couldn't withstand the betrayal he'd hidden in the shadows.
He stole my pendant and my wedding gown and gave them to the female student he'd secretly been infatuated with.
I threw myself forward, desperate to take back what was rightfully and entirely mine. But for that woman, he swept an entire row of clothing racks crashing down. The hard metal frame slammed into my arm, shattering it completely.
My career as a gold-medal architect—something I'd guarded and built for years—was destroyed in that single moment. My chance to stand at the summit of my industry was gone forever.
Bone-deep, searing pain tore through my body. I clutched my ruined arm, every last shred of restraint crumbling, and I wept in utter despair.
But he just stood there, holding that female student's hand, and pronounced my verdict from on high: "Your hand is finished. You'll never be an architect again. From now on, Ariel will take your place."
And then I understood. Through all those long years of sharing a life together, I had never been his one and only. I was nothing but a substitute—one that could be replaced at any time.
So on the day of the wedding that was supposed to be ours, I walked into the ceremony hall step by step, arm-in-arm with the childhood friend who'd grown up beside me.