RUINED TRILOGY book-3-Ruined us Limited Chapters- 10 "I've loved him for as long as I can remember-quietly, hopelessly. Zorawer Rasheedi... the boy who became a man carved from stone. He looks through me like I'm invisible, like my heart doesn't ache every time he walks by.They say he feels nothing. That he's incapable of love. But I know what I see in his eyes when he thinks no one's watching. He's not heartless. He's just hiding something... maybe even from himself." Age gap romance where she falls first and deeper.

Sardar Burhan Khan owns the whole of Buner Valley and the villages around it. He has a very reserved, strict, and dominant personality. Everyone fears him What will happen when he will meet a young innocent girl who's always ready to fight anyone holding fear deep down her heart? She's fierce bold and always ready to fight back Join their ride to see them burning in Atish e Ishq ( Fire of love)

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

Yaman and Omaiza's Story

DO NOT COPY MY WORK Mir's! The name itself screams power. Mir's are the most influential and rich nawab of the whole Karachi. Feared and Respected by everyone, Mir's are unbeatable. They had the whole government in their hands. All in All Mir's rules the area. Shah Zain Mir He is the oldest in the family. Being the oldest, he has grave responsibilities upon himself. Taking over his ancestral business, Shah Zain is set to rule the world of business that was once ruled by his father and grandfather. Shiza Almirah Hussain She is an orphan. She has no one to call her family except the Aunt that raise her. She has no one she could turn to but yet...she is optimistic. She is full of hope. She believes in the Mercy of the Almighty. She may not be rich like the Mir's but she is content So, what happens when the eldest son of the Mir's got tangled with our innocent and bubbly Shiza. will Sparks fly or the status between will crush their very relationship which was not even started yet?? join me in yet another story of love, power and twist and turns. STARTED: 20th DECEMBER 2022 ENDED: 4th JULY 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

𝑫𝒓. 𝒁𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑨𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑰𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚❤️‍🔥 ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᡣ𐭩 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨: 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 ᡣ𐭩 "I hate you!" "You mean love" "No way. I meant what I said. I hate you" "So you hate me?" "Absolutely!" "No problem! I hate you too"

Gulaab mukhtar khan ; the girl with a bubbly personality; who's laugh and giggles lighten the dark world around her , her beauty was the exact manifestation of her name ; she was the Apple of everyone's eyes , experiencing happiness all her life , she never knew the harsh reality of world untill a certain man with deep black eyes entered her life , uninvited ! and caused a havoc ... Ebek Sherdil awarkzai ; the rising young narcisstic politician, who never cared for anyone in his life , not even his parents; untill he caught the sight of an innocent 19 year old girl , he still don't know what intrigued him , what was so different about her ? He takes whatever his heart desires and he's planing to claim that girl as his own whether by love or by force....

A TOXIC LOVE STORY~ "Why did you marry off me to Sirish, Daddy? Why not Harsh? Or any other man?" I ask my father looking at my wedding chain, my eyes burning with hot tears. He leans forward and cups my cheek, "Aren't you happy with Sirish?" his tone is dripping the guilt while his face is emotionless. A tear rolls down my cheeks. Removing his hands off my face, I wipe it. "It's not about happiness, Daddy. Since I got married to Sirish this question is bugging me. What you saw in him to get me married to him?" I mean it. Why only Sirish out of every other guy? The wrinkles over the corner of his eyes dominate his handsome features when he smiles at me, "I saw myself in Sirish, Princess." We both halt our gaze on my husband, Sirish Ajay Thakur. I pin my intense gaze on Sirish who avoids Dad's admiring eyes, "Are you like my father, Sirish?" He lifts his head surprised at my question and he is tongue-tied. Can Sirish ever be like my father at least in one aspect? I smile at my fate and turn my attention back to Dad, "No one can be like you, Daddy, and Sirish will never be like you," my words were sharp and clear for my dad to understand at least now. Dad pulls me and Sirish in a hug and his face beams with happiness, "Maybe. But he is Sirish Ajay Thakur, my student, that's enough to trust him with my daughter" Dad kisses Sirish's hands and places mine in Sirish's, "He will make you strong, Namrata Sirish Thakur." I and Sirish lock our eyes and more tears spring in my eyes when he doesn't guilty after everything he did. I close my eyes sinking myself in Dad's warmness, "You are wrong! You selected the worst person as my husband, Daddy. A person who calls me maid, a person who doesn't trust me, a person who cheats on me, a person who wants to torture me, Daddy," I cry to myself at my helplessness. ******************************************

"From today onwards, I will take every decision of your life. What you will eat, where will you go, when will you speak, what you will wear it will be all as I wish. And if you dare to defy me then till now it must have been crystal clear to you how far I can go to keep my words," his voice unsympathetic and cold, causing a shiver down her spine. Out of fear she was not even able to raise her head and kept her eyes casted down. He lifted her head up with his forefinger, underneath her chin and stared directly into her mesmerizing hazel eyes. "Understood?" Her throat was parched and her mouth was dry. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. The seam of her lips was cracked and pasted with each other and she couldn't find enough courage in herself to say anything using her tongue, so she just nodded and casted down her eyes again. He raised her chin more now with his forefinger and thumb, indicating her to look in his eyes and she did so. "Understood?" He asked again and raised both his eyebrows, warning her. "Yy....ye..ss" she croaked out. Her eyes were widened with fear and hands were fisting the bedsheet. Her cheeks were imprinted with red finger marks. "Good. Now take of your clothes and fulfill your duty" he ordered. She only pleaded him with her eyes. Clearly, she didn't want her wedding night to turn out like this.

Is it not love when the two made for one another find solace in each others' eyes? When they don't hurt but rather experience joy together? When they don't burn in the embers of their passion but rather enjoy its warmth? Is it still love if the two are so madly besotted with one another than they couldn't bear to hurt the other? Is it still love if it doesn't hurt? A different kind of love. A normal kind of love. For that which burdens the character of a woman, is not love at all. Following three couples as they not only navigate love, but honor, and pride as well.