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Yaqeen  by chocfa
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A journey of Two people who were broken. Ahil Raza & Hoorain Ahmad Kabhi kabhi humara guzra hua kal humare ane wale kal ko bhi khaa jata he. Hume khul kar urne se rok deta he. Kya kisi shakhs ka saath aap ko aapke guzre hue kal se azaad kar sakta he? _________ "Chalo yaha se" "Nahi jaana mujhe." "Hoorain main tumhe akhri dafa keh raha hoon" "Aap ne jo karna he kar le MAIN NAHI UTHU GI" "As you wish!" Aur use pata nahi chala tha kab use un mazboot bazuon ne utha liya tha.
Qurb-e-Khaab - 1 by novespacio
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Qurb-e-Khaab He was just a man in her dreams-until he became the one she couldn't escape. Amiha has always seen him. In the shadows of her sleep. In the in-between moments of night. A stranger with a crooked smile, dark eyes, and a voice that felt like velvet across her skin. Every dream a little closer. A little darker. A little harder to forget. And then he arrives. Zoraiz Farhad. Her father's cousin's son. LA police officer. Brooding, quiet, cold to the world. Not at all like the man in her head. But there's something in the curve of his jaw, the black shirt he wears, the way he looks at her when no one's watching-it's him. It has to be. Except he doesn't remember her. And that makes everything worse. Because what began in dreams is beginning to bleed into reality. And reality with Zoraiz? It's rougher. Riskier. Filled with control, and tension, and a hunger he hides behind his silence. He's the kind of man who says nothing- but commands everything. He has rules. She breaks them. He's obsessed with discipline. She's chaos wrapped in silk. And somewhere between whispered names and stolen moments in the dark, she realizes... Zoraiz doesn't need to dream to be dangerous. He needs only to want.
Dhundle Rang: The Haze of Love by writersabode24
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In the blaze of revenge, in the fire of hate, a poetry is born that changes the verses of his life. Once ladened with darkness of lies, the light of truth illuminates his being but to his misfortune, it happens too late. So late that she has already been punished in the name of revenge. But is it truly a punishment or just a play of destiny to bring two lovers together? A battle started between two fathers but fought between their children. A story of revenge that takes an abrupt turn when love begins to blossom, but the truth still remains buried. And until this fog of lie lingers between them, their love will remain lost in the mist. When she doesn't know herself the reason of this revenge, how will she bring him out of the haze of misconception? When he is ardent to seek revenge, how will love simmer him down? A lie, a truth, a pain, a sorrow, a loss, a win, a blessing, a sin. A story of misunderstood revenge and a painful love, Dhundle Rang: The Haze of Love. When times tests you, then hold onto the poem of life because what conquers it all is love in the end.
Ma Baynana- 8 by novespacio
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Isha Rahmani and Arzen Amin Kaif Ma Baynana (What exists between us) "In the silence between us, love waited... and learned how to bleed." Tropes: Marriage in Name Only Slow Burn to Wildfire Emotionally Repressed Hero Touch-Starved Hero Γ— Brave, Calm Wife She Makes the First Move Trauma-Bonded Yet Emotionally Distant Scarred Hero (Literally + Figuratively) Only One Bed (Eventually) Begging Without Words Protective Cold Hero
Meera~The King's triumphant Queen by destinywriterr
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After a fierce battle, he claimed my kingdom-and my fate. I am bound by duty to my people, but it is a duty that demands the greatest sacrifice. To save my kingdom, I must marry the man who conquered it. One bound by the crown, the other by my heart. When the king of Suryagarh attacked our kingdom, he did not just conquer our lands-he shattered countless lives. Thousands of widows, children left without fathers, and girls who were only beginning to understand the world. The loss was beyond words. And yet, to save them, I had no choice but to throw myself into the flames of my own sacrifice. I sent the king a marriage proposal through my father. My father was always against it and he must have hidden the truth about me from him. I don't know what he said, but I couldn't back down. I couldn't let my people suffer more. They needed me. Sitting before the holy fire, ready to take vows with my husband, not as a wife but as a mistress, I was shedding silent tears beneath my veil-not because of the sacrifice but because of the price I will pay for it. It all began with his words: "I always loved you. It was always you, never someone else." But the reality was different: "So you were always a manwhore?" "Yes, and you are my whore." And it ends with: "You promised to stay with me during this time. I am still waiting for you. Please... do not let me down." This is a story of a time when women were nothing but objects to be used and discarded, tied down to the bed by the chains of society and sweet taste. But the queen made sure none of them were deprived of their rights. Her legacy was one of hope, as she become the first queen to free courtesans from the shackles of slavery, granting them the freedom they deserve. She married the powerful king of Hind to save her kingdom, but in doing so, she never expected he would become the very reason to turn her life upside down. Mature content included!
Qurbat by qissayaurkahaniyan
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Love isn't always butterflies and pounding hearts. Love can also lie, deceive and betray. Her way of seeing the world was a lot different from his. She was broken with open wounds, standing high on her throne and giving no damn to the world. A strong and independent businesswoman who had only known the meaning of seclusion and coldness. Her world then went clashing with the most laid back, placid and sorted private investigator who had been planning to leave the country. They meet, they fight, they go on a war and they fall in love. Meet Fayd and Ayat.
Khwaab~ The Rawal's Forbidden Bride  by destinywriterr
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I never intended to become entangled in their politics- let alone in the bed of their prince. I crossed deserts and seas, driven by a single hope; to save my brother, the only family I have, from a foreign land. He was captured and chained by the King of Hind during our war of conquest. But to free him, I became bound to the man who snatched everything from me. The Prince whose very name fills me with rage: Rawal Ekagraj. A single night with him shattered my honor and binded me to a fate, I never chose for myself. As the crowned Empress of Arabia, I could never betray my people. Yet, he makes me falter. Why? His eyes-deep, dangerous, and impenetrable red eyes that pulled me closer to a destiny I could never escape. Now, I am his bride. A forbidden bride trapped by vows I never wanted and held captive in a kingdom that sees me as the enemy. I lived with the fear of dying any moment there. He was never meant to be mine, just as I was never meant to be his. If we ever fall in love, which was always impossible, it would be as forbidden as it is undeniable. Because it would set against my lucious world steeped in Magic, Betrayal and War. But Rawal was not the only danger I had to face. Something was there which I didn't know. Something which nobody knew. Something dark and destructible. And when it came- we all fell on our knees. It destroyed and shed rivers of blood. But someone was there who was still not satisfied. My past haunted me, my brother's life was slipping away, and the Prince- my captor, my enemy- became the only solace I knew. He seeks peace in me, and in his arms I feel a dangerous flicker of love. This is a tale of love, betrayal, and the ultimate battle between magic, loyalty, and destiny. How can two souls bloom when faith divides them? And when the moment comes to choose, will we sacrifice our hearts to honor the lands we came from? Or will we defy fate itself to survive its wrath?
β€’π€πšπ πšπšπ³-𝐞-𝐈𝐬𝐑πͺ| βœ“ by DuaNadeem8
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π‘©π’π’π’Œ#2 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒 π’”π’†π’“π’Šπ’†π’” Ψ’ΨΊΨ§Ψ²Ϋ’-ΨΉΨ΄Ω‚ 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐒𝐧𝐧𝐒𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 π‹π¨π―πž.... π‘«π’Šπ’π’‚π’˜π’‚π’“ π‘«π’–π’“π’“π’‚π’π’Š π’…π’Šπ’… 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 π’‰π’Šπ’” π’π’Šπ’‡π’† 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 π’“π’Šπ’—π’†π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’‡π’π’“π’ƒπ’Šπ’…π’…π’†π’. π‘―π’Šπ’” π’π’Šπ’‡π’† 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 π’˜π’‰π’Šπ’“π’π’†π’… 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 π’‰π’Šπ’” π’‡π’‚π’Žπ’Šπ’π’š 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’‰π’Šπ’” π’Žπ’†π’”π’”π’†π’… 𝒖𝒑 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕- π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒏𝒐 π’“π’†π’”π’†π’“π’—π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’‚π’π’šπ’π’π’† π’–π’π’•π’Šπ’π’ 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 π’Žπ’‚π’Œπ’† 𝒂𝒏 π’†π’™π’„π’†π’‘π’•π’Šπ’π’. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 π’Žπ’†π’•, π‘Ήπ’†π’ƒπ’†π’π’π’Šπ’π’–π’” π’‚π’šπ’†π’”π’‰π’‚ π’˜π’‰π’- π’”π’†π’„π’“π’†π’•π’π’š 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’•π’†π’π’…π’†π’π’„π’š 𝒐𝒇 π’Žπ’‚π’Œπ’Šπ’π’ˆ π’‰π’Šπ’Ž π’Œπ’π’†π’†π’ π’Šπ’π’‡π’“π’π’π’• 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓- π’Šπ’ 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 π’˜π’‚π’šπ’”, 𝑯𝒆 π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 π’‚π’˜π’‚π’š π’ƒπ’š 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’‘π’†π’•π’Šπ’•π’† π’ƒπ’†π’‚π’–π’•π’š. π‘―π’Šπ’” π’π’Šπ’‡π’† π’˜π’‚π’” π’Žπ’†π’•π’‚π’Žπ’π’“π’‘π’‰π’Šπ’„π’‚π’π’π’š π’„π’‰π’‚π’π’ˆπ’†π’… π’˜π’‰π’†π’ π’‰π’Šπ’” π’˜π’π’“π’π’… π’„π’π’π’π’Šπ’…π’†π’… π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’Žπ’†π’”π’”π’Šπ’‚π’‰ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 π’…π’†π’„π’Šπ’…π’†π’… 𝒕𝒐 π’ˆπ’Šπ’—π’† π’‰π’Šπ’” π’π’Šπ’‡π’†.....𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. π‘³π’†π’‚π’—π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’‰π’Šπ’” 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 π’˜π’‚π’š π’ƒπ’†π’‰π’Šπ’π’…. -------- Started- 22 Novembe
𝐇𝐒𝐬 π‘πžπ©π₯𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐒𝐝𝐞 βœ“ by authorsarahh
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✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐀 #2 𝐒𝐧 'π‡πˆπ’' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐒𝐞𝐬 :- Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it. β€’β€’β€’β€’β€’β€’β€’β€’β€’ "I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could feel his cold icy honey brown eyes piercing through my soul. "Mahir..." He slams both of my wrists against the wall as I winces from the pain from my wrists. Tears threatening to fall down from my eyes when he tightened his grip on my wrist. "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone in my heart, do you understand?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw tightly. I whimpered, he leans in close enough to the point where our lips were inches apart, I shuddered. "I said, do you fucking understand?" I immediately jumped in fear nodding my head. "Y-Yes."
Fanaa - 5 by novespacio
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Aimen and Isa The Spy, The Doctor, and a War of Hearts Fanaa- destroyed in love