A soft-hearted pediatrician, Mahnoor, unknowingly bonds with baby Ilhaan - the son of cold, ruthless CEO Shahwaiz, whose life still mourns his late wife. Their fates collide after a hospital meeting sparks a silent obsession, while hidden betrayals threaten Shahwaiz's empire.

Their marriage was built on family ties, not love or at least, that's what he believed. To him, it was a responsibility. To her, it was everything. She entered the marriage with a heart full of hope, believing that one day, he might return her love. But Zayan Malik had long buried his ability to feel, to connect especially with someone who looked at him with such quiet devotion. Seeing that hope in her eyes, he pulled away not out of cruelty, but to protect her from the hollowness inside him. What he didn't realize was that his silence, his absence, his indifference... would shatter her heart more deeply than any harsh word ever could. And when he left without a goodbye, she thought the pain had reached its peak. Until she discovered she was carrying his child.

She grew up hearing one thing only- "He is your husband. Serve him. Respect him." At just seventeen, Ayat Raees is the fragile flower of the haveli, too innocent to understand love, yet bound by a nikah that was written in her childhood. And then there's him- Wali Raees. Thirty years old. Cold. Untouchable. The man who carries the entire Raees legacy on his shoulders. To the world, he is ruthless and dominant. To her, he is a stranger who makes her heart race with both fear and longing. He never asked for her. Yet he will never let her go. Because in his world, Ayat has always been his-by name, by blood, by fate. But when innocence collides with dominance, when fear begins to twist into forbidden desire... will the fragile bride survive the storm of the man called Wali Raees?

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*Read RUYA for better understanding* VILLAIN'S AFSAANA BOOK1 They said time heals everything. But for Zarar Jatoi, time only taught him how to live without feeling. He was a man carved out of grief - all suit, silence, and shadows. The kind of man who once loved so deeply that when death took her, it took him too. Not his heartbeat, not his breath - but everything else that made him human. He stopped smiling. Stopped hoping. He moved through life like a ghost in a tailored suit, untouched by the world, unbothered by light. And then - she came. Noor. A girl in purple, with sunlight in her laugh and a recklessness that made the walls around him flicker. She wasn't supposed to matter. She wasn't supposed to see him - really see him. But she did. And slowly, painfully, relentlessly - she began pulling him back from the edge. Not with grand gestures, not with loud declarations, but with her presence. Her chaos. Her light. This isn't a love story. It's a story about the war between grief and healing. Between darkness and the girl who dared to walk into it barefoot, uninvited, and full of color. It's the story of Zarar Jatoi - and the girl named Noor, who became his Rahat when he believed he no longer deserved one.

❝Jab koi salam kare, toh uska jawab dete hain,❞ he said with a voice that sent a shiver down her spine. "Ji," she barely managed to whisper before yanking her hand back and running to the kitchen. ⁕⁕⁕ Pari had always dreamed of a fairy tale love story... But on her wedding night, those dreams shattered: "Don't expect anything from this marriage," her husband said in an emotionless tone. "Yeh sirf meri family ke liye ek formality hai. Bas. Aur kuch nahi.". She stared at him, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. A few days later, while cleaning the attic, she found a diary... his diary. A woman's name written over and over again. It didn't take much to piece the truth together... his heart was never hers to begin with. Still, no matter how much his indifference hurt, she couldn't stop herself from falling for him. And just when she thought things couldn't get more complicated, life threw her the ultimate twist... At university, she came face to face with her cold, distant husband once again... this time, as his STUDENT. And that was only the beginning... Start Date: Late December 2024 Finish Date: 26th April 2025 English translations for Urdu dialogues (which mostly start appearing after Pari's Niqah) are available. All rights reserved

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#1 - Muslim | 16-11-2024 #1 - Urdu | 11-11-2024 #2 - Desi | 16-11-2024 #3 - Strong Female Lead | 16-11-2024 #4 - Replaced Bride | 30-10-2024 #8 - Love Life | 11-11-2024 #36 - Happily Ever After | 27-10-2024 #14 - Family Issues | 31-03-2025 #75 - Muslim Love Story | 3-10-2024 *** I stormed towards him, anger blurring my sights. The moment I was in front of him, I grabbed hold of his collar with my both hands. As I yell, "Are you cheating on me, Shahzain?" Seems like I took him by surprise, it took him a whole minute to realize what was happening right now. And the moment he did, he loosen my hold on him and pushed me, which had me stumbling back. "Even if I do, it shouldn't matter. I was forced into this marriage, Sobia." He yells back. "I didn't have a choice. But you had. You shouldn't have agreed to this marriage." Only if he knew, all my life it wasn't me who got to select the choice. Neither is this one, the most important one in my life. "I won't tolerate this. Either you leave me or leave her." I stated, anger clouding my senses. He walked towards me and took a hold of my chin in his hand and stated clearly. "And where's the fun in that? You ruined my life. I promised to ruin you till death do us a part." I pushed him hard. I had already suffered much from my so-called family. And I refused to get suffered by my husband. It's all about the limit. The moment I had my limit of misery and pain, I will end all of this. "Are you sure, it's not the other way around?" A humorless chuckle escapes my lips, as my darkest shade of eyes met his grey ones. "Also, just wanted to correct you, my dearest husband. You can't ruin what's already ruined, Shahzain." "And if I find out that you kept meeting her behind my back. I will ruin you and that lover of yours." With that I stormed out of our room, making up my mind.

WARNING: THIS BOOK NEEDS MAJOR EDITING (Book I in broken series) "What are you doing on my bed? Get down right now." He growled. i got startled and tears started flowing uncontrollably. "I...I'm so.. sorry... Khala she.. she said i-i could sit on the bed. " I stuttered. "Look here you wench. Don't blame my mother for this. Now get up from my bed and stay away from my room." He yelled. "But- But I'm your wife." I said meekly. "YOU ARE NOT MY WIFE AND YOU'LL NEVER BE MY WIFE." He growled. This is my wedding night..... ** This is the story of Iman Abassi a beautiful girl who lost her parents at the age of 4, now living with her uncle, who is only interested in the wealth his late brother left for Iman. Life of Iman wasn't easy. She gets beaten up on a daily basis. Her aunty only favors her own children and they all treat Iman terribly. Iman suffered for 14years until a day of salvation came for her or so she thought. I'm not good at descriptions but i promise you won't regret reading this. This is a Muslim story but non Muslims can read it too. Started: September 15, 2021 Ended: January 29, 2023 Ranked #41 in Islam out of #9.12k stories Ranked 7# in spiritual

❝ She has always dreamed of having that perfect 'home' but then found 'him' instead ❞ A home is something that she has always dreamt of, where she'd be cherished and loved. Life has been pretty difficult after she has lost her parents at the age of 11. She was a very ambitious girl with lots of dreams and fashion designing was one of them but getting married to a guy who's not her best friend, was a big no to her. And yet she found herself signing the wedding papers at 21 years to the last man she'd possibly ever like. He was the son of a politician, wanting to be a politician ultimately. After facing a trauma of losing someone so close to him, he became closed off and cold hearted. His only plan in life for his future was to be a politician like his father and nothing else. Getting married was never a part of his plans. And yet he found himself getting married at 25 years to the last woman he'd possibly look at.. He is, Abrar Shah. She is, Haya(t) Ali. And this is their story. ••• Book One in the "Let Go Series" Word Count: 59,214 Ratings: The book is intended for mature audiences. But there's no explicit description. Fade to black only. •••