Every love story has its battlefield. Mina was the clumsy intern who caught the wrath of Dr. Haider, the hospital's cold, perfectionist surgeon. He swore he'd make her regret choosing medicine-never realizing her chaos would undo him. Roheen was sweetness itself. Wajdan, the new Chief Minister, was power and fire. One look at her and he was hers. The only problem? She was a Jatoi. Their love was forbidden, destined to burn like Romeo and Juliet. And then there was Farhad, the sunshine boy, the perfect gentleman. Layhla had always been his best friend-until another girl came into his life, and she realized friendship had always been love. Three hearts. Three wars. One truth: love never plays fair.

❝Dupatta apne sar par karo,❞ he said in a low voice. Umul blinked. She frowned and looked up at him. ❝Kya?❞. ❝I said, dupatta apne sar par lo,❞ he repeated, this time with a little more stern edge to his tone. She looked at him, stunned... Who the hell does he think he is? ❁❁❁ She is 22... quiet, overlooked, and misunderstood by her own family. She lives as an invisible person. But a series of events slowly begins to pull her closer to her faith, to her Lord. He is 29... hardened by the world that has shown him some of its darkest sides. Pain and loss have turned his heart to stone. When they are forced into marriage, neither of them wants, will they find solace in each other, heal each other... or will their pasts tear them apart? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced suicide, graphic violence, vulgar language, and other mature content. Copyright ©2025 by Batool

"Why do you hate me so much, Maan" she asked hiccupping, hitting his chest. "I never said that" he said holding her hands. ____________________________________ "So, my Ita, how does it feels to be Mrs. Dutta," he asked holding her from behind while making eye contact in the mirror. "Best feeling in this world, Mr. Dutta" she replied kissing his cheek. ____________________________________ "I BLOODY ASKED YOU TO DO ONE THING BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT!" he shouted slamming the wooden desk with his fists. "I am sorry, sir" she replied with tears welling up in her eyes. ____________________________________ "I will kill that man if I see him near you again" he said dangerously running his index finger from her forehead to neck. "W...why" she asked stammering. "Because you are mine"... ____________________________________ Cover- @Lady_whistleup

"You are my heart, Aira. So be careful when you think of breaking it. It may result in your collapse." ------- .˚₊✧₊˚. -------- **This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating** She broke him in the worst way possible, betrayed him when he least expected it. She shattered his heart and left him at his worst. What will happen when they cross their paths again, but this time when he is at the top and wants his revenge? Amaira Mehra, a sunshine girl who gives the world a middle finger. She is considered as the one with a sense of humour but is it actually her real personality or is she just playing the role of a carefree girl? Abhimaan Raghuvanshi, An asshole to say the best. The broken Billionaire whose heart and mind are fucked up. He left the country to be away from her, to wrench her away from his life but what if his heart is not understanding that? What will happen when He decides to take his revenge? - "I will break her before moulding her back into being my perfect girl." - "Get. The. Fuck. Out, Abhimaan. I don't want you here."

She was an extrovert, who has her head in the cloud,He was practical to the bones with streaks of intelligence. She is whimsical enough to think of consequences. His every action is well calculated, everys action, measured. She desire everything farfetched and dances to joy and even smile to sorrows.logic is his middle name and his every move, under control. Her age was a mere number as a child is still living within her.He is a man who had completely left childhood behind when he was still a child. She could imagine rainbows on even sunny day and loves running behind imaginery butterflies, He never had time to admire the rainbow and butterflies for him were mere distractions. Their life would have been perfect ,in their uniquely imperfect ways,she would have lived her life with hair in the breeze, he would have worked hard to achieve new heights and never had they ever would have known that they were the salvation from the burden of being themselves if they hadn't met that evening.

**A Wattpad featured story** Bekhudi || بیخودی ❝ He gently dragged his hand around the delicate skin of my neck, slowly caressing it under his stifling touch. I felt his breath curling against me, as a wave of sultriness rode over me. As if sensing it, his soft touch become firm and his thumb pressed against my bottom lip. His eyes were still trained on mine, studying me with a burning intensity. He looked at me with a fervent gaze, as I felt his eyes darken with desire? ❞ _____________________________ Bekhudi follows the life of Shanzae Malik, a political heiress, as she manoeuvres through the clutches of a patriarchal, honour bound society. Her life takes a turn when her family suggests an unexpected proposal to save their withering political dynasty. Crisis strikes, and her only option is to choose between the love of her life and his brother. A tale of love, heartache, deception & ecstasy!