When the souls of two girls with same name from other worlds gets exchanged what happens
I love writing muslim religion stories. Driving, and playing all indoor and outdoor games is my favorite And the female character in my story is me only, i don't like being dependent still I'm but not in my book, the female character in my book will be strong,independent and self defensive.
"When we grow up, will you marry me?" she asked, holding out her pinky, her voice light, innocent—unaware of the weight her words carried. "Then you will belong to no one else but me." His voice was steady, his golden eyes piercing into hers, holding a gravity she couldn’t comprehend. With a bright, carefree smile, she locked her pinky with his. "Pinky promise!" "Promise." His voice was low, firm. A silent vow, unshaken by time. For her, it was a fleeting childhood game. A moment of laughter, a promise as weightless as air, forgotten as soon as it was spoken. For him? It was everything. The words seared into his soul, branded into his very existence. From that moment, she was his. Not in the way of childish affection, not in the way of mere friendship—but in a way that ran deeper, darker. A claim, a bond, a truth written in stone. Years passed. She grew, she changed. She soared into a new world, leaving behind not just her home, but him—her best friend, the boy who had stood beside her through everything. She left, never looking back, never once acknowledging the invisible chain she had unknowingly placed around his heart. She forgot. But he never did. While she moved forward, he remained bound to that moment, his obsession growing, deepening, twisting into something unstoppable. She had promised herself to him. And a promise to him was unbreakable. Then she returned. And she wasn’t alone. She came back with his cousin. The same boy who had followed her across oceans, the same boy who now stood beside her, slipping a ring onto her finger. Engaged. To another man. To his blood. The warmth she once held in her eyes for him was gone, replaced by something cold—resentment, rejection. She looked at him as if he was a mere shadow of the past, something to be erased, something unwanted. She had forgotten that she belonged to him. But Zehran never forgot. He watched. He waited. The fire inside him burned hotter, fiercer, consuming him with every stolen glance, every whispered moment she shared with a man who was not him. Could he let her go? Could he stand by and watch as she slipped through his fingers, as she became someone else’s? No. Never. She was his promise. His obsession. His to have, his to keep. He was ready to cross every boundary to claim her. And she was already happily planning her wedding with another man. No matter how much she resisted, no matter how much she hated him… He would make her his. Even if it meant turning her hatred into loathing. Even if it meant breaking her completely.
Can be read standalone Small things bring her joy; even millions can't make him smile. She's warm-hearted; he's ice-cold. -- Shaik Anas Amaan Anas is the hidden beast ruling the shadows of his world, cloaked in the guise of a charismatic business tycoon. As the youngest and most powerful CEO in London, he's merciless, calculating, and utterly fearless-a man who can take on a hundred foes single-handedly. Practicing Islam, he loves his family deeply, but he's haunted by the darkness that surrounds his life as an underworld kingpin, with influence stretching far beyond London's borders. Hiding behind an innocent face, he's deadly in ways no one suspects. Liars and traitors face his wrath, and though he calls himself heartless, his iron resolve wavers the day he meets her. -- Shaik Afshan Afshan is everything he's not. She's a kind, fierce, and driven young woman from a humble background in India, raised to believe in the power of love and the strength of independence. Her dream is to become a heart surgeon, but life's circumstances have shattered that path, forcing her toward another career. Afshan is the light to Anas's darkness-the "knight in shining armor" he never knew he needed. Yet, she's blissfully unaware of the obsession she's sparked in him. She only knows she's looking for someone to love her, someone who will embrace her whole-heartedly. --- When they meet, their worlds collide. Their attraction is undeniable, but so are the secrets Anas hides. In the face of her innocence, his obsession burns even deeper, yet he's determined to keep his dark truth from her. But when she finally discovers the reality of who he truly is, Should she surrender to the intoxicating pull of this love, or should she walk away, knowing that the man she cares for is also the shadowed figure that others fear? Will she choose love-or fall prey to obsession? In a game of deception, loyalty, and passion, they'll both face the unexpected plans that destiny has set in motion.
"You are destiny, and I'll make sure to destined you for me." – Him "It is a dream that never becomes reality." – Her He was destined for her, and she was dreamed by him. When I eye, that's mine. – Him When I point, that dies. – Her What happens when a ruthless Mafia King and a skillful Assassin meet? Two souls, like a broken mirror—shattered yet dangerous, dripping blood and making others drip too. Confusion, confession, and convenience can be tolerated, but not concession. In a world where darkness whispers and destiny hunts, their love is a game only the ruthless can survive. A tale of power and peril, where love is a weapon, obsession knows no mercy, and surrender is never an option. Will they survive the war they ignite, or will they drown in the deepest abyss of their hatred? Will their love become their salvation, or will it be the ruin that turns them into nothing but dust and legends whispered in fear?
Mujtaba Ali khan. An indian rude business man who is conserved,rude and rich dad's spoilt son. Aleah vedi. An indian girl who works in a dark night club as a bartender. He loved her but she left him. stay tuned to know what happens when their lifes colloid and they proves not every love story have happy ending.
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