A stern father compels Zarrar, 29-year-old surgeon into an arranged marriage with Hana, a 22-year-old student living in London. _________ "Where are you going?" she asked, flat. "Research trip." He tossed a shirt in, didn't look up. "And you're telling me this now?" "It was sudden." She made a noise somewhere between a tut and a laugh. "I do not care. You know what-" She stepped onto the couch, two quick climbs-herself at 5'4" suddenly level with his eyes, all heat and vowels. Here it is. The tongue was indeed ten feet long tonight. He stayed silent, left packing, arms folded over his chest and just stared. Hana doing her job, utterly, with whole rights over him to shout. "There won't be anything for me to be surprised if I wake up someday in the graveyard with mud sprayed over me 'cause my dear husband must have gotten too exasperated by my being, that he- the victim, had to bury me alive while I was asleep." Zarrar swallowed a smile, let her finish, then moved. He stepped in, hands light on her waist, lifted-she squawked, all outrage-then held her over his shoulder as he walked the three strides to the bed. She behaved as if someone unplugged her, forgot how to speak. He set her gently at the edge of the mattress and went down on one knee in front of her, floorboards cool under him. "What do you want me to say now?" "Are you actually asking me this?" Her voice wobbled, anger running out of fuel. "Yeah," he said, and he was smirking now, fond and infuriating. "Any last wishes of my wife before I bury her alive." ________ dive into the story of something very different from soap operas. TROOP ~ choas x cold yapper x listener age gap. doctor's divine

سنگِ خشت - Sang e Khisht - like the twisted tales that were once told along the banks of River Qurban. The hard headed feudal lord falls for the optimistic literature graduate.

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.

Atif Siddiqui, the dutiful man was too young to be married and was definitely too young to lose the said wife amidst labour. In the cruel world where he still has to prove his abilities by pushing his father's business in all parts of the world, he is left with an infant to worry about. Haya Qureshi, the modest, dutiful and pious woman, who happens to be Atif's elder cousin has loved him since he was an infant. Not the way you love your siblings. She had decided to take on an active caregiver role for Atif's newborn and let him conquer the world he so desperately wanted to. Haya, who once lost Atif to circumstances, was unwilling to lose again. She must admit her love for him before he becomes her lost possession again. Dive in this story to read about their daily shenanigans and how Haya stays devoted to her self-proclaimed khuda, her love, in difficult times.

When they are cousins and he has put his claim on her ever since she was born. They can fight all they want but everybody knows she's his. They belong with each other

Dahr: Universe 𝘿𝘼𝙃𝙍 𝘈𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘩𝘳𝘢 ~𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 - ولك ألف مرة

The story is set in late 1980s. A woman who has full faith in her husband and loves him to core and a man who'll do anything to protect his family but finds it hard to express his emotions. Will there story be like every other couple in that era or does fate has something else stored for them? ☆ Warning: This story contains mature themes. Some things (like religion, mention of texts) are written for fictional purposes only. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. So I am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

A Desi Rom-Com: They bicker, they prank, they fight like sworn enemies. So obviously, their family thinks they're soulmates. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Zoya and Zeedan have spent their entire lives fighting over the most random things-who got the last piece of cake, who makes better chai, and who is the real drama queen of the family (spoiler: it's both of them). But their family sees something else-a "cute, filmi love story in the making." So what do the elders do? They fix their marriage. Now, Zoya and Zeedan are on a mission to sabotage their own wedding. But between forced couple games, dramatic aunties, and way too many chai dates, something unexpected happens. What if the love they were trying to escape... was always brewing right in front of them? ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Tropes: ● Enemies To Lovers ● Cousin Romance ● Rom Com ● Desi Setting Rankings: #39 in Pakistan #44 in Humour #341 in funny