When she was simple, bubbly, dramatic and sweet girl from middle class family who loves her family and friends. One day she did mistake of interfering in her brother's fight and ended up getting attention of his rival. Sidharth jatoi. Rebellious and wild. He will do anything to make her his not because of love but his zidd he gets anything he wants and now he wants her. The more she ignores and refuse him the more he wants her. I looked at her for first when she was wrapped in red saree like some seductress. Long silky hair moving along as she runs. Running barefoot on empty highway, in distress with tears in her breathtaking hazel eyes. She stopped and looked at me with hope in her doe innocent eyes like i was her saviour but little did she know that darkness she was running from was no one but me I am jatoi and my love for her is Red so is my hatred. Why was i suddenly thrown to death himself just because of sins my brother had committed. Running from devil i unintentionally ran to devil. I didn't know devil would possess such a beauty that captivated my soul but that beauty meant nothing when he was ugly inside. He cadged me, took my freedom and held me responsible for sins of my brother I am sana and my hate for him is Red so is my love. You will see glimpse of my top 3 favourite story in this one Mahr-o-maah, Khudsar and Muhafiz. Also, jatoi's character has done cameo in Muhafiz chapter 16

(𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺) 𝓐𝔂𝓻𝓪 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓷 was raised on legacy, discipline, and izzat. A final-year medical student from one of the most respected families in the city, she has never given anyone a reason to question her name. Until her brother does. Ten million disappears. And the debt lands with 𝓕𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓘𝔃𝓪𝓪𝓷. The Izaans don't forgive. They settle. Quietly. Completely. In his world, there are only two outcomes, paise... ya khoon. But for Ayra, Faris offers a third. A nikkah. Not love. Not choice. Just an arrangement between two families who understand that reputation is worth more than anything else. Faris Izaan does not believe in mohabbat. Not even when his doctor wife becomes his greatest temptation.

Honours psychology student Layla Mitchell has above-average grades and a slightly-below-average sex life. When she enrolls in a senior course taught by the young, dark and mysterious Dr. Kayden Hall, she finds herself uncharacteristically intrigued by his research into sexual deviance. As Layla's academic fascination extends into the bedroom, her erotic discoveries begin to reveal more about the complex man she's experimenting with. Her inner psychologist is determined to figure him out but he isn't going to let her into his psyche that easily. A not-so-cliché BDSM Romance by Ami. Mature content and lots of steam.

Two rival Mafias pull each other's sisters into forbidden relationships to gain the upper hand. ♡____♤ Two mafia rivals. Two sisters who were never meant to be part of their war. Siya falls for a man who feels too real to be a lie. Charming. Dangerous. Addictive. But she doesn't know... he's the very enemy her brother is hunting. And he knows exactly who she is. Rukmini isn't that blind. She knows the man she craves will never love her. Knows she's nothing more than a habit he refuses to quit. Yet she stays... even when it destroys her a little more every time. One love is built on deception. The other survives on pain. In a world of power, blood, and betrayal- feelings are weaknesses. Trust is fatal. And when the truth finally comes out... they won't just lose love. They'll lose everything. {REDEMPTION ARC} {⚠️ MATURE CONTENT Contains strong language, drug use, and graphic violence. This story features problematic characters and mentions of trauma. Reader discretion is advised} Tropes: She fell first he fell harder. Powerful female characters Brother's Enemy Slow Burn Mafia Romance Rival Mafia Families Enemies to Lovers (Twisted Version) Forbidden Romance Dark Romance Angst Fake love Unrequited Love Morally Grey Male Leads Toxic Love Multi couple

Two best friends. One buried love. One disastrous wedding. Forced into a nikkah born of pride and silence, Maryam and Rohail become husband and wife without ever confessing the feelings that ruined them. When Rohail leaves for LA, Maryam follows-quietly, bravely-only to sit in his classroom as his student, his wife, his unfinished past. Between resentment, proximity, and a love that refuses to stay buried, Qurb-e-Rang is a dark, slow-burn romance where closeness hurts more than distance-and every color of love bleeds.

Marwa Kafeel has a strict routine. She wakes up, goes to work, then to her classes at University. She returns home to cook for her grandmother and studies, only to go to sleep and wake up to do it again. Each second of her life is a painful reminder of all she's lost and all she ever took for granted. Life for Marwa has become hazy. When she's assigned the teacher's assistant to her University's notoriously handsome professor, the haze breaks like clear glass. Suddenly, she is alive and she forgot just how much it hurts to feel everything at once, and have nothing at all. /// Rohail Zahrun lives a comfortable life. He's achieved all that he wants in life, has an exciting and invigorating job, and a prospectful future. There is pressure to take the next step in his life and marry, but things are just right, and he won't dare disturb the balance he has created. But Marwa Kafeel threatens the peace in his life. She captures his attention and pulls him towards her and he can't help but reach out and learn more. She is the most expressive woman he has ever met, the most kind, the most strong, but why does she seem to crumble around him?

Weaving in and out of each others lives. Maaz Yousafzai and Noorulain Rehan. Who thought they'd never be able to live together or apart. When she was 17, Noorulain watched him speak at an assembly. They had been friends for ages, she listened to his nonstop chatter daily. But in that moment, when the power of his words seemed to shine through his eyes, his gentleness, his humility, his kindness radiating through each part of him. She fell so very deeply. When she was 20, she was shivering outside the room where she would defend her thesis. One of the panel members was a professor who had blatantly targeted her throughout her first year at college. How could her dissertation be enough to ward off that bias. When she was 20, Maaz walked up to her with that stupid stupid all knowing look. A cookie shaped like a star in his hand that he put in his pocket. "For celebrating later." And it was so funny that she couldn't help but laugh, her nerves melting at the spot. And then at 24, she watched him put a ring on another girl. And she thought, he's still my Maaz, my best friend. No one could break them apart. Maaz thought there was an ocean in Noorulain's eyes. When she was happy, and calm, they were still, drinking in his words and crinkling at the corners when she'd laugh. And when she was angry, they were a storm. She'd ruin all that was in her path. When he was 19, she was his best friend. He played games with her, they went to arcaded together. They studied together. And there was no other place he'd feel as normal as he did. When he was 22, he was working and he hated his job. And when she saw him moping around she handed him a letter. "What's this?" He had whispered. "Your resignation letter. Allah know tumse khud toh kuch kiya nahi jaata." And when he was 27, he scrambled to correct the one mistake he'd been making all along this scientific life of his. His friend, his soulmate, his Noor. Stubborn, mean, and rude. But for him, she was everything.

Set in the 1980s in a small village of Rajasthan, where traditions hold power and choices are not a privilege for women, this is the story of Yugveer and Paridhi-two souls bound by a marriage arranged by their families. With a 11 year age gap and lives shaped by duty rather than love, will their bond remain one of obligation, or will fate weave something deeper between them? Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and does not depict real events, people, or societal views. It reflects a time when choices were limited for women but is meant for storytelling purposes only. This story contains some mature themes recommended for 18+ users only. If this theme does not align with your preferences, you are welcome to skip this story-but please refrain from leaving hate comments.

A collection of short stories ~ Want handsome, wealthy, and possessive men who'll make your heart race? Don't worry-I've got you covered. Check these out and feel the butterflies! ♡♡♡ Tropes ~ arrange marriage ✓ cousin marriage ✓ age gap ✓ possessive man ✓ Desi romance ✓ Spicy ✓ ♡♡♡ Stories: Arzoo (Completed) Nazo (Completed) Mi Sol (Completed) Sajna (Completed) Junoon (Completed) - mature content - translation available (only for the first story😭)

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