His foot steps fell near the bed as he pulled out a blue box from his Kameez pocket. Twisting it in his hand, his lips formed into a sneer as he threw it in my lap. I looked up at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion filled in them. "Mun dekhai uss mun ke leye jisko dekhnay ka mujhay koi shouq nahi." Our first encounter, the first ever sentence he said to me and this was it? I felt my heart break into a million pieces that night. . . . Read Yaar e Bereham for romance, suspense and twists. ✨ WARNING: THIS BOOK HAS URDU DIALOGUES WITHOUT ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS.

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ᴋᴀᴍʀᴀɴ ᡣ𐭩 ɴᴀᴀᴢɴᴇᴇɴ He stiffened instantly, his lips slowly parted against hers as he pulled back. Wrapping her in his arms, he patted her hair gently, his voice low and soothing. "Shh... main kuch nahi karunga, okay?"

𓇢𓆸 ꜱʜᴀʜᴍᴇᴇʀ ᡣ𐭩 ʟᴀɪʙᴀ "Wo humare wo neighbour hai na, jinke paas wo safed kutta hai, americano skomo dog.." "American Eskimo," he corrected lazily, a small smile tugging at his lips.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 18+ 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

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STANDALONE BOOK. Fate and fire collide-Ruhya Wajdan Gabol loves the one she should fear most: Sikander Jatoi, her elder cousin the feared psychotic Sardar of Jatoi clan and SJ's heir whose darkness could devour them both. Zehn-e-Siyaah was written to disturb you, not to comfort you. If you are looking for redemption, close this book now. The man at the center of this story is not broken- he is aware. He understands every line he crosses and chooses to cross it anyway. The girl is not foolish- she is kind. And kindness, in a world ruled by power, is the most dangerous thing of all. There are no heroes here. Only choices. And the damage they leave behind. This story does not ask you to forgive. It asks you to witness. How silence can be more violent than touch. How love, when misplaced, becomes a weapon. Some stories are written to be loved. This one is written to be remembered.

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.

"There was a story I once heard... that every soul has a butterfly tied to it. Mine was Sabreena. Her wings kept me alive. And the day her wings stop... so will I." ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣ Azlaan raised walls around Sabreena, shielding her from every shadow. For him, she was life itself - untouchable, sacred, forever his 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 He was her 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. Sabreena worshipped him, breathed him, loved him in ways he could never allow himself to. To her, he was not cousin, not guardian but the only man she ever wanted. Between his restraint and her hunger lies a war. How far will she go to make him hers? How long can he fight the darkness when she is both his weakness and his ruin? Behkaawa - a story of love so forbidden, it can only end in fire. ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣

VILLAIN'S AFSAANA BOOK3 He killed a man that night. And she saw it happen. Not on the news. Not in the headlines. With her own eyes. Barefoot in the alley behind the minister's house. Heart pounding. Breath stolen. And then - their eyes met. She should've run. He should've silenced her. But neither did. Because Zafar Chaudhary didn't fall in love like normal men. The moment Hurain saw the devil in him, he decided she'd never see anything - or anyone -other than him again. She became his weakness. His obsession. The only softness he didn't know how to destroy. But Hurain? She wasn't some naive girl waiting to be loved. She saw what he was - a monster in silk, a storm in control. And she hated him for it. Feared him. And yet... she could never fully turn away. Because sometimes, when the devil watches you like you belong to him... a part of you starts to wonder if maybe you do. This isn't a love story. It's a war. Between hate and hunger. Between a man who doesn't understand the word "no" - and a girl who refuses to say yes.