Oman married a homeless girl to protect her from this cruel society. At first, he was beyond frustrate by this girl who was thrusted into his hands against his will. Later, unknowingly he fell harder for his little wife. *** Oman was exiled from his own country and he had travel to another country. During their deserted journey they both came close enough to share physical and emotional intimacy. Oman was a ruthless and fearless man, while tara was a quiet and innocent girl. Age-gap Historical fiction.

**He was danger wrapped in power. She was silence wrapped in blue eyes.** In the Khan khandaan, power was inherited before love ever had the chance to exist. For years, the minister's chair belonged to the family. Politics ran through their blood, control lived in their walls, and loyalty was valued more than happiness. Then he came back. After four years abroad, twenty-one-year-old Haider Zarrar Ali Khan returns to reclaim his place as the next Sardar of the family empire. cold, feared, dangerously intelligent, and carrying enough darkness to make people lower their eyes when he walks into a room. But the girl he left behind is no longer fourteen. Ayzal Rehmat Ali Khan is eighteen now. Quiet. Soft-spoken. The kind of girl who learned how to shrink herself to fit everyone else's comfort. She never asks for anything. Never complains. Never raises her voice. Until him. Because the moment Haider sees her again, something shifts. And obsession is a dangerous thing inside a house already filled with secrets, politics, control, power struggles, forced choices, and a love that should never have happened in the first place. Especially when Ayzal's father would rather burn the world down than hand his daughter to Haider. But some love stories don't begin with destiny. They begin with destruction. ✦ TROPES: Political Dark Romance Cousin Romance Obsession Possessive MMC Quiet FMC Hate To Love Arranged Marriage Family Politics & Power Games "Touch Her & Die" Energy He Fell First & Harder Slow Burn with Fast Pace Urdu/Hindi Dialogues Emotional Damage (free of cost) ✦ WARNING: This story contains mature themes, strong language, emotional intensity, manipulation, political violence, unhealthy obsession, and scenes not suitable for younger readers. Read responsibly. Or don't. Haider probably won't care anyway.

☾ featured ~ ❝Empty chest and misplaced heart, what can fix them if not love?❞ ☾ Started: January 15, 2021. Completed: May 27, 2021.

Dark romance|18+ | after chapter 24, available on stck She was raised to obey. He was trained to command. At twenty-one, she has lived her entire life quietly-studying in a government college, lowering her eyes, learning early that silence keeps the peace. When her family arranges her marriage, no one asks what she wants. They never have. At thirty-one, he is an Army Major with an unyielding reputation. Disciplined. Cold. Uninterested in marriage. He agrees only to satisfy his family-expecting a demanding bride, tears, tantrums, resistance. What he gets is a girl who doesn't argue. Doesn't complain. Doesn't rebel. Her obedience unsettles him more than defiance ever could. "You will sleep in my room from tonight," he said-already turning away, as if her fear was irrelevant. In a household where expectations are brutal and love is conditional, she is tested at every step. Mistaken for weakness. Pushed further into silence. And as she fades into the background, something dangerous begins to shift between them. Because he was never taught how to be gentle. And she was never taught how to say no.

*A Pakistani Mafia Romance, without the Toxicity!* Adam Ahmer Awan has nothing to live for, so he risks his life by living a dangerous gang life. Arshiya Farooqi has everything to live for: a loving family, good friends, and a full scholarship to the country's best law school. When darkness collides while light, will he question his worthiness in her bright and happy world? Or would she help him realise that everyone is deserving of love?

'No....'she spoke anxiously in anger, her rose-tinted lips trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes. hearing 'No' from her mouth, it felt like my body was boiling with anger. I am Taha Aasif, no girl has ever said no to me. In anger, I stepped towards her, gripping her waist with my hand, pulling her forcefully towards me, our chests colliding. Suddenly, she looked at me with tension and innocent green eyes filled with fear. These very eyes have turned my life into torment, disrupting the peace in my otherwise decent life. "What's the problem with marrying me?" I asked in a suppressed, angry voice. "Why...because...I..." She stammered, tears streaming down from her eyes. I don't know why, but her tears pierce my heart every time. I don't know why I can't stand seeing tears in her eyes. "What...Rubab..." I shouted in anger, making her flinch. "Because I know I am a sinner, but I am not impure like you. And Allah says pure women are for pure men," "And impure women are for impure men." I looked into her eyes while completing her sentence She lowered her gaze and nodded slightly. I know I'm an animal; I do any job that Rubab's Allah forbids. But that Allah never gave me anything. He took everything from me, but I won't let him take Rubab. "So let's make it equal, future wife. I'll make you impure like me, then you'll agree to marry me, right?" I said, caressing her cheeks with back of my palm and pressed my rough cigarette and alcohol-laden lips against her soft rose lips. ******* Taha Aasif 30 years old A handsome man with a short temper His work partner calls him a beast and merciless. Rushda Rubab 18 years old A beautiful young girl whose goal is to re-establish her mother's political party. She is Abraham Ahmad's lifeline. She is full of faith. He is a non believer What happened what two different people collided with each other by the game called destiny. A Tale of innocence and obsession

"From Childhood i have desired him, Admired him, I can go to any extent to get him" Yashna Rajvansh, A Women who is madly in love with her childhood crush and ready to do anything to get him. "I don't believe in love or marriage, I have only one goal" Abeer Singh Rathore, A man who is feared across the continent. Will Love find their way ?

❝𝙈𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙞 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙪𝙣.❞ (I pray for your death). My 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 I 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ❝ 𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙞.❞ (Then let's see just how strong your hate is). *** Full Desc Inside. 1 in #muslim