'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

Dawood Malik A 28-year-old handsome hunk, a sight for sore eyes- But unfortunately living with a cognitive disorder. Despite his age, his mind is like that of an 8-year-old-so innocent, so fragile, unaware of the world's darkness. Noor-e-Fishaan Zakhraov A 20-year-old fragile, beautiful girl with purple eyes and raven-black hair flowing down to her hips. Her pale white skin makes her look like an innocent soul trapped in a witch's body. Only if her beauty can buy her naseeb, for her , life has been filled with troubles, pain, and sabr. What will happen when these two completely opposite lives become entangled by destiny? . She was dressing his hand, applying ointment. Noor looked like a real hoor in her emerald green silk abaya, with a dupatta draped over her head. Her full concentration was on his hand, and she hissed softly, as if feeling his pain herself. She was about to wrap the gauze around his knuckles and palm when he suddenly grabbed her face with the same injured hand, painting her pale skin with his blood, and latched his lips onto hers like she was the last drop of water he needed to survive. Noor clutched his shirt with one hand, trying to breathe. She held his beard-clad jaw and let him take what he wanted... Sucking the life out of her lips, he stared into her purple eyes, now filled with warmth. Her cheeks had turned red like cherries, and her plump red lips glistened with their mixed saliva, making her look ethereal. Neither of them was aware of the piercing, pain-filled gaze of the man standing at the door, feeling like his heart would stop a thousand times over. He saw the way his brother kissed her like he owned her heart'. His heart bleed seeing them. P.s. it's not a Love triangle.

Series 2 of triplets Yusuf Mir sheikh 💓 Zarmin shahveer khan

Obsession was just the beginning. Now, love demands blood. 🔥 If obsession was a sin, he would burn the world for her. 🔥 "Obsession was only the beginning. Now, love tastes like blood." It has been one month since Veda became Mahesh's wife. The world sees them as a devoted couple, the powerful Sarpanch and his ethereal, devoted wife. But behind closed doors, Mahesh's obsession has grown. His love is darker now, his touches more demanding, his gaze more watchful. He rules with an iron fist, but his greatest fear is losing Veda. When an old enemy resurfaces-one that Mahesh thought he had buried six feet under-his paranoia reaches dangerous levels. No man is allowed near Veda. Not even his own brothers. His kisses turn bruising, his hands never leaving her skin. He loves her, worships her, but his love has turned into something possessive beyond reason. Veda, though still innocent, begins to feel trapped. The world beyond their grand mansion feels distant, unreachable. She adores Mahesh, but can love exist in a cage? The cracks begin to form. An enemy from Mahesh's past has returned, seeking revenge, and his target is the one thing Mahesh would kill to protect-Veda. The village whispers-about their love, about their passion, about the fact that Veda has not yet conceived an heir. But only Mahesh knows the cruel truth, a secret that he has buried deep: Veda can never give him a child. And yet, he refuses to let the world see her as weak, refuses to let her bear the pain of their cruel fate. As threats close in, as Mahesh's madness grows, as Veda finds herself falling deeper into his dangerous love, one thing becomes clear-this love is no longer just an obsession. It is war. And Mahesh Ragavan never loses a war.

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

VILLAIN'S AFSAANA BOOK2 It began with a kiss. Not a romantic one. Not soft or planned. It happened in the dark - between a loaded gun and a murder that was never supposed to be happened. She was Eighteen. He was a shadow in her hallway. That kiss wasn't love. But it ruined him. And it marked her. AJ had come to kill. To burn the world that had once taken everything for him. But she stopped him - not with a weapon, not with fear... just with one terrified, trembling kiss. Since that night, he's been obsessed. Not in the way people write about love - but in the way nightmares follow you long after the morning comes. She became his fixation. His sickness. His hasrat. And Sara? She was never the girl who asked for his attention. She never wanted to be seen by him - not like that. But AJ sees her everywhere. Her blue eyes. Her silence. Her fear. To him, it's devotion. To her, it's a cage. This isn't a story about love. It's about possession. About what happens when a girl becomes the obsession of a man who doesn't understand boundaries. A man who calls madness loyalty. And a girl who keeps running... even though some part of her wonders what would happen if she stopped.

ᴀʙʜɪʀᴀᴊ ꜱɪɴɢʜ ᴍᴇᴡᴀʀ (34)ɪꜱ ᴀ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴍᴏɴᴀʀᴄʜ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇᴡᴀʀ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱʜʀᴇᴡᴅ ʙᴜꜱɪɴᴇꜱꜱᴍᴀɴ. ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱᴛᴇᴘꜱ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴋᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ. ᴀʏᴀᴀɴᴀ ᴀʙʜɪʀᴀᴊ ꜱɪɴɢʜ ᴍᴇᴡᴀʀ (28) ᴡɪꜰᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙʜɪʀᴀᴊ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ. ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ. ᴘᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ Cover by- _navyblueee_

Copyright© 2022. All rights reserved. Being married to him for five years, she knows to never cross him but she's skived her wings for a long time and she only wants to fly now. And she wants to do so through him, maneuver her way in every single coir and cilia of his being. . Jannah woke up one morning wanting nothing but to become a pest to her husband. A woman from the village knows nothing huh? She is going to erase that woman and construct another. . . How is she going to do that when he's always known her to be acquiescent, duteous and devoted? Can she swap that picture so suddenly without her intelligent husband knowing what's going on? She's got the perfect plan for that and with her incredible mother-in-law, things will go just perfectly. She is going to make him go crazy!

The story is set in ummm.. Wait, this time it's the modern world. A normal girl forced to marry a mafia man with dark past. Very basic, right? Just one detail. The girl is an avid dark romance reader and calls him Sunshine from their first meeting i.e. their wedding day. Oh! And the man? He is the usual grumpy cold blooded male lead who likes his guns, sunglasses and cigarettes but he loves his new addiction more. So let the tale begin.. ☆Warning :This story is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It contains mature themes (like sex, blood, violence etc). I do not promote anything, it's all fictitious and just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.