Her hands clutched her dress as she looked down. I placed my both hands each side of her head on the wall and caged her. She was terrified to be in that position. "Move back. What are you doing" Turning her face to a side she pushed me with both hands but I didn't budge. Instead I held her nape of the neck and yanked her face. I looked in to her eyes drowning into them. She punched my chest with her small fist to free herself from my hold. But I held her more tightly giving her more pressure on her neck which made her frown in pain. Tears were rolling down from her eyes wetting her chubby cheeks. She was trying her best to push me back but I yanked her face further and captured her lips. Her soft juicy lips against my dark rough one. Now she was struggling more to release herself, hitting my shoulders and pushing me continuously. But I was lost in her strawberry like lips. Tasting them and punishing them I was loosing my control as my other hand snaked around her waist which she tried to remove immediately. Her lips were warm and inviting me to explore more and more. Tilting her head to a side I deepened the kiss looking for an entrance. But she sealed her lips in to a thin line blocking me away. Nibbling her lower lip with mine I demanded for an entrance but she remained the same which made me frustrated. I removed my hand from her neck and held jaw and squeezed her cheeks. Her mouth pouted and I entered in to her devouring each corner inside. The need for her increasing each passing second and she was struggling hard to stop whatever I am doing with her. Her hard punches landed on my chest now and she was trying to push my face away. Suddenly I felt her movements stopped I loosed my grip on her and she collapsed in my arms. I was lost in the kiss and didn't realize she was out of her breath.

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

NOOR OF HIS DARKNESS...!! Introducing HAIDAR ALI KHAN, Ruthless billionaire. The most scared thing about him is his gaze of Amber eyes and Heartless personality. A formidable figure known for his ruthless dominance and the fear he instills in both the business world and the underworld. NOOR AHMED is a gentle soul with a heart as kind as her smile. A second-year medical student, she radiates warmth and empathy, always ready to help those in need. Haidar, kidnaps Noor Ahmed, an innocent young girl, to settle her father's debts. At first terrified and resentful, Noor soon discovers a different side to Haidar. As days turn into weeks, Noor and Haidar find themselves drawn to each other in unexpected ways. Can Haidar let go of his thirst for revenge and embrace a future with Noor? Will Noor find the strength to forgive the man who once held her captive? Will they prove that Love can blossoms in the most unexpected of places, that even in darkness, LIGHT CAN FIND A WAY. Noor: (Light, brightness) HAIDAR×NOOR #1 at destiny #28 at true love #13 at Pakistan #56 at muslim love story #107 at mafia romance #21 at desi romance #34 at nikkah #8 at Pakistan #6 at possessive #21 at love

For generations, the Khan and Qureshi families have been at war - their enmity flowing as endlessly as the river they fight over, and as fiercely as the land they claim. Blood has been spilled on both sides, but their code of honour never allowed harm to their women. Until one night, an alleged Khan attack on Qureshi land goes wrong. Aaliyah Arbaz Qureshi, the proud and fiery eldest daughter of the Qureshi household, is kidnapped in the chaos. She is later found by none other than Hashim Raza Khan, the heir of the rival family - and returned home. But in a world where honour is currency, her injured leg becomes a permanent mark, and the Qureshis demand blood in exchange for their daughter's dignity. The Khans refuse. Tensions threaten to ignite into all-out war... until a respected elder proposes the unthinkable: a marriage between Hashim and Aaliyah. The man accused of orchestrating the attack... and the woman whose life was shattered by it. To prevent further bloodshed, they agree. The nikkah takes place. An uneasy peace is born. But there is no trust. No friendship. And certainly, no love. Then, Aaliyah is sent abroad by her family, out of her husband's reach. Hashim, still young and bound by the politics of his elders, can do nothing. Seven years pass. When she returns, she finds the river still flows, the feud still simmers - and the man she married now a colder, sharper, and far more dangerous figure than the boy she left behind. Between them lies a marriage in name, a history of blood and betrayal, and a battlefield where politics, manipulation, and forbidden longing collide. In this war of hearts and honour... Love may be the most dangerous weapon of all.

Phupo's face twisted in fury. "Who is she to you that you keep hitting my son for her? What has she done to you? She's just a characterless whore! No one will marry this girl now!" Her words hit me like a blade. Characterless. My vision blurred. My throat burned. My entire body was on fire, yet completely numb. I tried to shake my head, to form words to defend myself but nothing came out. Then, I heard it. "Mein karun ga isse shadi." Everything stopped. The breath in my lungs disappeared. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would break free from my chest. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨:~ • Age gap (6 years) • Billionaire romance • Possessive & morally gray MMC • Touch-her-and-die MMC • He fell first, he fell harder • Slow burn • Secret mafia • Protective impulsive proposal • Cousins-to-lovers • Found family

She grew up hearing one thing only- "He is your husband. Serve him. Respect him." At just seventeen, Ayat Raees is the fragile flower of the haveli, too innocent to understand love, yet bound by a nikah that was written in her childhood. And then there's him- Wali Raees. Thirty years old. Cold. Untouchable. The man who carries the entire Raees legacy on his shoulders. To the world, he is ruthless and dominant. To her, he is a stranger who makes her heart race with both fear and longing. He never asked for her. Yet he will never let her go. Because in his world, Ayat has always been his-by name, by blood, by fate. But when innocence collides with dominance, when fear begins to twist into forbidden desire... will the fragile bride survive the storm of the man called Wali Raees?

𝙃𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨. 𝙕𝙖𝙞𝙢 𝙍𝙖𝙝𝙞𝙡, 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙍𝙖𝙖𝙯 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧. 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙃𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙕𝙖𝙞𝙢. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝; 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨... 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧? 𝙊𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜? [𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖_𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙯]

In the heart of Lahore, under the grand roof of the Lodhi Haveli, two cousins from the same family walk a path neither expected - one fueled by pride, the other by unspoken emotions. Yahya Khanzada, 28, is a respected ASP and the embodiment of discipline, control, and authority. Known for his commanding aura, even elders of the family bend to his will. To him, life is logic, honor, and order - there is no room for drama, childishness, or impulsive emotions. Zimal Lodhi, 18, is everything Yahya dislikes - loud, dramatic, chubby, and impulsive. Yet beneath her childish exterior lies a fierce heart, unafraid to dream, to feel, and to challenge the world... even Yahya. Their worlds collide when circumstances force them into a marriage neither wants. A wedding born out of family duty, revenge, and unexpected twists binds them together - the cold, commanding man and the fiery, emotional girl. Hate, resentment, and misunderstandings fuel their initial days, yet as their lives intertwine, each begins to see the other beyond first impressions. From heated arguments to silent tensions, from mutual annoyance to reluctant respect, the two discover that love can be found even where hearts once feared it could never exist. Ana wa Anta is a story of pride, passion, and the slow-burning transformation of two opposites, testing the boundaries of family, honor, and the heart itself.

Zaigham Khan lives by order. CEO of Khan Enterprises. 29 years old. Cold, measured, and dangerously disciplined. His world runs on rules, strict timelines, sharper silences, and the firm belief that emotions are distractions. Zoya Khan is chaos wrapped in sunshine.22 years old. Loud, carefree, and charming. She laughs too easily, talks without filters, and lives like life's a moving swing. But what happens when destiny knots two mismatched hearts into a bond neither saw coming? Tropes: Age Gap Forced Marriage Cousin Marriage (Cultural Context) Slow Burn Grumpy x Sunshine Opposites Attract

[ON HOLD] 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡. Yet he tried every possible way to have her for himself . They came from two different worlds. One bound by the rules and regulations and the other tied down by the responsibility. Yet their hearts started beating in sync. One ready to end themselve. The other, ready to end whatever came in their way. But destiny? 𝙄𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙨